Well, it is Diwali (or Deepavali :P)
A festival of joy, triumph, happiness and of course light. Maybe it's just me, a guy down with viral fever, stuck at home doing absolutely nothing "festive" on this baap of all festivals, but I somehow don't feel enthusiastic about celebrating the festival.
Back when we were kids, Deepavali did used to be a big thing. Having two siblings did add to this. Successful pitch was to explain to parents which gift box of crackers you needed, which would be preceded by an extensive market research about all the existing cracker types, varieties and brands. Growing up was when parents would allocate a budget and we had to make the tough choice of deciding what to buy without using Operation Research techniques.
Making an elaborate list of all the available options and convincing your dad to take you to Hosur to buy these sound machines.
Those endless plans we made with friends about the plan to order all our combined crackers directly from Sivakasi while chilling after a tiring cycle ride.
Trying desperately to save our share of patakis but eventually spending them all up with all the colony friends bursting them together.
Well, those were the days before I got to know about child labour problem in Sivakasi and Pollution levels caused by crackers. The weird pleasure I derive from the sounds and colourful lights are trivial compared to the harmful effects of crackers. I am not telling I miss the crackers, but I do miss the lead up to the festival. I do miss the times when things though were not simpler, seemed simpler.
A festival of joy, triumph, happiness and of course light. Maybe it's just me, a guy down with viral fever, stuck at home doing absolutely nothing "festive" on this baap of all festivals, but I somehow don't feel enthusiastic about celebrating the festival.
Back when we were kids, Deepavali did used to be a big thing. Having two siblings did add to this. Successful pitch was to explain to parents which gift box of crackers you needed, which would be preceded by an extensive market research about all the existing cracker types, varieties and brands. Growing up was when parents would allocate a budget and we had to make the tough choice of deciding what to buy without using Operation Research techniques.
Making an elaborate list of all the available options and convincing your dad to take you to Hosur to buy these sound machines.
Those endless plans we made with friends about the plan to order all our combined crackers directly from Sivakasi while chilling after a tiring cycle ride.
Trying desperately to save our share of patakis but eventually spending them all up with all the colony friends bursting them together.
Well, those were the days before I got to know about child labour problem in Sivakasi and Pollution levels caused by crackers. The weird pleasure I derive from the sounds and colourful lights are trivial compared to the harmful effects of crackers. I am not telling I miss the crackers, but I do miss the lead up to the festival. I do miss the times when things though were not simpler, seemed simpler.
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