On such an auspicious day as today, when most people feel a euphoric sense of celebration for various reasons, I'm sitting indifferently in front of a computer. It has been like any other day; spent in front of a computer that yielded nothing. As I talk a walk around my campus, a lot of sounds of the crackers and lights that make the night as bright as the mid-day fill me with reminiscent thoughts of the way this festival of lights used to be celebrated.
As a kid I used to adore this day. I used to wait for this day a week in advance. I still find it nebulous to define what used to cause that excitement. A day that used to start with a very ceremonious oil bath and prayers that ensued it. It used to be day of lavish feasting and soirées. A few hundred rupees spent used to entail crackers that used to panic all the poor creatures that strayed into the roads.
As I got older, everything got costlier. The same few hundred rupees used to buy happiness for a few minutes. But it became more of a social gathering rather than a festival of lights. It just became an occasion when I used to meet my family and friends. But the joy still remained the same.
Only this year it has changed. I would not go to the extent of calling it appalling but the sense of celebration is gone. It is just another day now, when I've to eat the same dry food that I'm vexed of eating every day. As I think of this, I'm reminded of a comic strip I just read.
http://tambrahmrage.tumblr.com/post/11938307001/happy-deepavali
It is the same as that of the foreign lands save the lament.
Happy Diwali folks!
As a kid I used to adore this day. I used to wait for this day a week in advance. I still find it nebulous to define what used to cause that excitement. A day that used to start with a very ceremonious oil bath and prayers that ensued it. It used to be day of lavish feasting and soirées. A few hundred rupees spent used to entail crackers that used to panic all the poor creatures that strayed into the roads.
As I got older, everything got costlier. The same few hundred rupees used to buy happiness for a few minutes. But it became more of a social gathering rather than a festival of lights. It just became an occasion when I used to meet my family and friends. But the joy still remained the same.
Only this year it has changed. I would not go to the extent of calling it appalling but the sense of celebration is gone. It is just another day now, when I've to eat the same dry food that I'm vexed of eating every day. As I think of this, I'm reminded of a comic strip I just read.
http://tambrahmrage.tumblr.com/post/11938307001/happy-deepavali
It is the same as that of the foreign lands save the lament.
Happy Diwali folks!
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