Well surely looking outside any time of the day you would know that it’s Diwali. Especially, if you move out in the evenings just in your local market, you won’t be able to buy a single item without colliding into someone else. I was traveling in the bus at least 2 weeks before Diwali. From the bus I could just see heads and heads of people. I was not able to make out their faces they just kept moving like robots in Irobot movie.
Shops keep luring all their customers with their fancy looking, be it lights, clothes or sweets. Now more than tradition it’s a stipulation to have all the things at home. If you don’t have time to prepare the same items at home, it’s required of you to purchase for your relatives and colleagues. I fail to understand the basic need for that. Why all years we have to follow the same tradition. I know people are alive and have fun. But the preparation of fun has turned out to be very arduous.
You have to dive into the pool of people in the market. Scream to be heard at the shop. Bargain to get things at lower prices. Get stuck at the traffic jam for hours before you reach home with the goodies. When you do reach at home you get a list from family members what needs to be replaced. You have to follow the same vicious circle.
Then I think about the people who stay away from home for work or studies. They have to spend the diwali without their family members, away from home. They miss out on the excitement following each Diwali. Crackers, sweets and diya’s awaiting them at home.
Each one of us has our share of fun at Diwali. Children again would be asked to describe that each year in form of essay. Women would boast the amount of food items they were able to make at home this year. Men would discuss the bonus they got from their company. Girls go ohlalala over their new clothes. Guys would discuss the types of cracker they got to burst. And so it goes..…..