This is about anything and everything i come across in everyday life. This is about sweet little things that bring you joy and happiness. This is about strange encounters and pleasant surprises. This is like a journal of my experiences good and bad. This is my own little diary in the truest sense.
Friday, November 8, 2013
photo courtesy: aditi ranotra
called deepawali, is one of the most awaited festivals of the year in india. It
is known as the festival of lights and marks the victory of good over evil. Diwali
celebrations start with Dhanteras, which generally falls eighteen days
after the Dussehra festival, followed by narak chaturdashi, commonly
known as choti (small) Diwali and Diwali.
celebrated with a huge fervour in india. People worship goddess lakshmi
(goddess of wealth and prosperity), buy new clothes especially for this
occasion, light and decorate their houses, buy sweets, exchange gifts and burn
Unlike the last
few years, the Diwali of 2013 has been slightly different (blame the economy’s
state and the changing trend).
The markets which otherwise used to be jam
packed during this time of the year were seen less crowded. The craze for
crackers was also seen plummeting. Shopping for gifts has come down and is only
restricted to a few important people related to business and very close
relatives and neighbours one talks to every day. The gifting concept for the
youth has moved on from dry fruits and unnecessary clutter (read: clocks,
bedsheets etc, already stacked in their wardrobes from last year) to gift
vouchers available online. I say it is sensible, atleast one gets to choose
what he/she wants as per their own liking and taste even if it comes with an
added cost that he/she has to shell out from his/her own pocket.
After all that worldly
information let me come to the personal front :p. To me Diwali means a well lit,
clean and beautifully decorated home. It is not funny the level of seriousness
I achieve when it comes to Diwali cleaning. I go all out, armed with a tall
broom, hunting down the hidden cobwebs from every nook and corner of the house.
Diwali, to me, means sparkling surroundings, glittering buildings, colonies and
markets that leaves one mesmerized.
our spectacularly lit sector
sweets is part and parcel of the Diwali package (afterall who doesn’t need an
excuse to make that sweet tooth happy? :p). Piously shopping for rangoli (folk
art form in india) colours, candles and diyas (oil lamps) is a regular
thing to do every Diwali and this year was no different.
It was my first Diwali
post wedding (yayyiee!) and was fun, hectic and special. On, the day of main
Diwali my sister-in-law and I got busy decorating the house with rangoli
while my husband took care of the flower decoration. In, the evening, the three
of us went and lit candles at our workplace. Once we got back home, we quickly got all
dressed up for the evening puja (ritual). After performing the puja, we
lit diyas and placed them everywhere around the house.
a collage of rangoli and candle decoration we did in the house
Since we were so
decked up specially for the occasion, we posed (and forced my husband to just
stand in the frame :p) and clicked ourselves. Post that, all the neighbours got
together for to greet each other. Everyone got something or the other from
their place (read: food) and enjoyed it while the kids were busy burning their
small yet precious collection of crackers. I personally prefer watching the
cracker show more than burning them myself. Not burning crackers is even better for they create noise pollution and lead to unsettled smoke in the sky causing air pollution. For this reason, I was happy and
content burning just one phuljhadi (a type of cracker that does not produce noise).
our first diwali :D
that came with Diwali post marriage is the cards party sessions. I had never
attended a cards party before I got married. However, post marriage I must have
attended atleast four to five of them.My husband and I both had never understood (and tried understanding) the
game of cards and hence had never played. Instead, my husband prefers introducing
new funny games that involve the use of cards. For example the one with the
best or worst cards has to do a dare (LOL). We, for some reason, cannot fathom
the concept of losing and dissipating thousands and staying up all night
year, watching my husband’s friends play and maintaining their banks for them (that
is how they got me involved in the game and kept me entertained :p at all these
parties) I understood the game of flash. Even my husband learnt a bit.
people playing at the party on diwali
On the day of Diwali,
post the get together with the neighbours we proceeded to the last cards party
of the Diwali season organised at a friend’s place. Out of the three tables
placed for playing cards, one was sitting vacant. Me and my husband settled
ourselves in the seats around it and played a simple game of flash, not with
money, but with another deck of cards that acted as moolah (money) for us :p. After
playing six games over loads of good food cooked by our friend’s mom, with full
stomachs and sleepy eyes we reached our home which looked splendid with those
twinkling yellow lights and brought Diwali celebrations to a wonderful gleaming