Transitions: A Mandatory Celebration
So one of the noisiest yet loved festivals of India was just over a month ago, and it still gives me the chills. It’s one of India’s major festival and is so popular that people still fall for the “NASA’s pic of India on Diwali’s eve” every damn time (guilty!).
Diwali For the Dads
Fathers literally enjoy the one holiday where they can bully kids to light up the most deafening cracker from the cheapest Diwali cracker set they could get their hands on. Mine was no exception. It’s also the time when they bring out their spectacular assault vehicle driving skills to the surface. Imagine choosing to visit family/friends who stay on the other side of the city amid absolute mayhem, the deafening chaos and not to mention kids who are sneaky and pop a cracker right as you pass by.
Dads on a normal day:
*Swear_Word* the traffic. *Swear_Word* the climate. *Swear_Word* the boss who is the reason you’re stuck in the rush hour traffic.
Dads on Diwali:
Mission- Deliver your sweets and presence to that really old relative.
Route Length- 15 kms
Difficulty- Are you freaking out of your mind for stepping out this day?
Mission Brief: Puts on the seat belts and channels out their inner Micheal Schumacher. The ride is complimented with swear words you’d never wish upon your worst enemy as they drive haphazardly in a narrow road avoiding a bomb and hopes that all the passengers of the journey live to see the car another day.
Diwali for most of our SOs
If you’re here instead of texting your significant other, then you’re most likely single or I direct messaged you the link. The festival of lights is a nightmare for the pets at home. The furry palm-sized cuteness turns into the unstable especially if it’s their first Diwali. They can’t sleep thanks to how the sound of a pop is amplified to their ears. It’s that time the unusually boring neighbourhood turns into a bustling war zone. Every five seconds, rockets are launched, bombs are dropped but nothing shatters. Occasional there’s this rogue rocket that lands on a tree that’s your pup’s ideal peeing spot. The tree is ablaze and well, all those years your pet spent fertilizing it goes to the dogs. Not its kind. The festive ordeal lasts for two days, the frequency of crackers reduces from then. But the trauma lives for a while, soon forgotten and waiting around the corner to strike back.
Diwali So far…
It’s my 25th Diwali this year. Most of them became the reason I was fat shamed throughout my childhood. That and my obsessive compulsive urge to binge eat and empty all those sweets from those pretty boxes. But there are some that remain etched in my mind, the ones that will probably never fade away, most of them that can inspire the next “What Not To Do During Diwali” chart series.
Diwali between 1993–1999
Somewhere here, I was allowed to light up the first sparkles. Also, somewhere during this time, my folks assumed that my brother was old enough to supervise me. Further adding to the point, he was the star child and I was completely his fan-sibling. Long story short, he told me that the glitters of the sparklers could shine even on my skin. Well, dumb me tried giving the idea a shot and it left a scar on the back of my left hand.
Lesson: Dumb believers are keepers.
Diwali between 1993–1999- Part 2
It’s advisable to wear cotton clothes during Diwali. Also, it’s never a foolproof plan to wear a cotton dress and let your dress flicker the source of fire. I had no idea back then why there was a sudden change of temperature closer to my back. It took my mom’s quick-do-not-panic-pour-a-bucket-of water reaction to douse the fire. The moment didn’t scar me much but the dress could not be salvaged.
Lesson: Never let kids dance next to an active candle, especially if the candle is not on top of a cake!
Well, Diwali today seems different from the Diwali that used to be. Somewhere down the line, it’s all blurry. There aren’t much reasons to celebrate. The drive to wake up, appear your best and have fun just died down. You end up working that day, staring at the dark sky lighting up, looking at faces that glow when a flower-pot erupts; mirroring the moment that was yours decades ago but not now. Transitions happen and they for one make you, break you and help you become what you are today.