Diwali Memories-Come home to Celebrations and love #GharWaliDiwali
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A festival of lights and laughter and loud noise and fearlessness and daring and of course luck-at the infamous teen patti.Like in casinos...3 cards are dealt and one places bets.
I am a believer.
I believe that good will conquer evil,every time.
And that the bursting of crackers will kill the murderous mosquitoes for this coming season.
Tradition, diyas ,rangoli ,pooja,sweets,candles and lights have a lot of importance in the lives of us Indians. Across the country ,we love bling and loud music and flowers and the lights of the earthenware diyas.
And at least in North India ,we also encourage the vice of gambling. They say that if you gamble, Maa Lakshmi will bless you and your home...(sic)
My cherished memories are of the time that my father got stationed to Delhi and we began to celebrate Diwali in the style of the super loud North Indians. Southerners are comparatively quite sedate and well behaved.
Diwali memories are of crazy cleaning ,with mum going hysterically adept at wiping off every spec of dust from even the crockery that has been unused from generations. And all our Novels and Mills and Boons being dragged out of crevices in cupboards etc...
Consequence,I avoid this crazy, maniacal cleaning especially for Diwali. I prefer to keep my house relatively cleaner so that I don't need to indulge in such a stressful situation at this time. Full credit goes to hubby dear,left to my own devices,I would probably clean only when I would be able to write in the dust...
Yes,hubby dear must have been my mum's son,many lives ago.
Then the cards..
It has always been a communal affair,with relatives and or friends at home.
The cards or the Teen Patti, sitting cross legged on the floor with heaps of cushions and watered down drinks and of course coins and a big fat wallet under the daddy's knees.
Lots of food and coffee and arguments and cribbing and celebrations would pass and we would tote off to bed too weary to think of any celebrations.
Next morning, cleaning and decorations and gifting and setting up the house later we would help mum with the dinner .
Evening meant sitting with the parents while papa would go through an entire two hours of Diwali pooja with the help of an audio cassette with offerings of cardamom and fruit and mithai and flowers and books and pens and other stuff. Sweet sister and I would sit behind them ,getting up every now and then to fetch the offerings we had forgotten earlier...
and only then were we allowed to burst crackers.
Dinner on Diwali was always Pooris and Chana,because mum says that we don't use a griddle this night.
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As a wife and a mother ,I have done the cleaning and the card parties and stuff. But what I miss are the rituals.Hubby dear is an atheist and sweet child couldn't care two figs, so I pray alone.
I miss that pooja ceremony and the calm that those audio cassettes rendered. I miss my mums food and the Besan Laddoos, and the Pooris and her Chana and the love with which she insisted we ate more than what was needed.
I miss waiting with sweet sister for people to finish their crackers so that ours would be the last and the loudest...
I miss #GharWaliDiwali .
Now I am a mom and have started some traditions that I want sweet child to miss when he flies the nest.
I want him to also yearn for #GharWaliDiwali and come home to us for the festival.
PS I am going to the parents...the day after Diwali to get the same ghar wali diwali feeling.
This video brought tears to my eyes...
Go home for Diwali .
Celebrate your family ,celebrate your bonds and celebrate your love.
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