Diwali, as
we know it, is the most celebrated festival in India. As they say, the reasons fade
away, the essence carries itself on. Today, no one really relates to what Lords
Ram and Sita did back in time or what special happened in history that the
whole country bathes in light this day. Rather, it comes as a reason to
celebrate—everyone having their own. Let’s try to sneak peek into the different
worlds and the meaning Diwali holds for their inhabitants.
Kids
Diwali is
when they can act as silly as possible without fearing of having their nose broken
or getting a good spanking because everyone else is too busy to notice them.
Married women
It’s that
time of the year when they get to dress up their best, the time slightly lesser
in importance than Karva Chauth. Apart from dressing well, a good part of their
or rather their husbands’ fortune is spent in things which no one else would ever
had bothered to even look at before – furnishings. In short, they have to
change every ‘non-living’ thing which surrounds them because IT’S Diwali.
Married men
Well, their
part of the story is typically sad. An old Chinese saying makes me more
empathetic with this lot, it is easier
said than done being a husband of a happy wife. He would spend the money
wherever instructed to, he would carry the shopping bags when his ‘madam’
would happily hop from shops to shops, he would tolerate her bargaining in a
grand shopping mall, he would take care of the kids who would show zero
sympathy to their dad and would continue to make a monkey of themselves at public
places, he would pick her sandals, stoles, hanky, watches and every random
thing madam thinks she should not wear while getting henna applied on her hands, he would treat her at a restaurant as a mandatory fee for taking her out and
STILL, he would bag seeing frowning faces as an award for marrying a nag and also, for
trying to put up with her (let’s not consider the consolation prizes they have ‘earned’
as a part of their initial happy marriage – the kids – who are least bothered
anyway). J
The lot that earns but doesn't know
where to throw that money off
Well, this
one is a bit different. Since they have just stepped into the corporate world
and now started hearing money clinking in bank accounts at the end of every
month, they don’t think it’s is valid enough to spend a holiday at home because
their parents think that way. So, we see a lot of private clubs holding card
parties and DJ nights sprouting up in the town.
Older generation
This one has
the saddest story to tell. They have seen the good old times when families used
to get together to celebrate and they had a better hold on decision making in
the family; when Diwali was rather a religious festival and the primary aspect
of it was the ‘puja’ that used to happen at night; when they were the most
respected in the family and their position was no less than a PM’s in a country. Now, things
have turned rather upside down for them. They think they are as good as pieces
of furniture, or even worse – the furniture is still cleaned or taken care of occasionally. The
oldest lot looks down on the way Diwali is celebrated now and if it’s a couple, tell
each other what they miss the most. Nonetheless, Diwali brings a reason for
them to flash back and relive the old Diwalis they have celebrated.
For me
I, undoubtedly,
do not belong to any of the lots, for it’s a unique ME. For me, this was a time
to try something new, new hairstyle, makeup and pepped-up jewelry, which I
would never have done otherwise. Puja, new clothes, bursting crackers and
spending quality time with family members was something I got as bonus. In
short, I had the time of my life this Diwali. Here are a few pics for you to sneak
peek into how my world looked that day.
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| A gift I had received from previously a colleague, now a friend - a pearl set. |
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| A fish-style braid I tried to make |
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| That's me. |
