What is this?
Now you might be questioning that what on earth is this thing! This is the new non sense of an idea that i have recently come up with. Here i will be describing about how the major events “Actually”…. that’s right ….. actually take place in the modern day society.
Why i am doing this?
That’s really avery good question. And you have probably guessed it right. Yes…i have nothing to do…
So lets start…. i sincerely do hope that it will be engaging enough so that you don’t have to close the tab early.
First of all let me take this opportunity to wish u a very happy diwali!!
Now! In this scribble i am going to throw light on the less discussed incidents during the festival of lights. I am not going into the history, for that you have Wikipedia and your elders.
Lets Start then!
Before Diwali or Kali puja in Bengal, the state of the people is a little bit curious. The Durga Puja hangover isn’t over yet and voila! Returns the pandal hopping!
Inspire of the feasting being the prime factor, we also take a little bit of time in criticising the art work that they have put up.
During this pre-Diwali time , some people seem to step into the shoes of health ministers. They ramble on and on about the rise in the decibel levels which causes noise pollution. I mean seriously! Are they in hibernation rest of the time? Does all the senses of responsibility creep on them just before the festive season?
The “GORMENT” tries really hard to curb the pollution by propagating their campaignes of awareness. But it is like asking someone to remain spotless during Holi or like asking Suresh Raina to hit a six of a short ball. I mean, they try, but they just cant.
Do you really think that most of the Indians learn about the word “decibel” from their Physics books? NO! They come across it in the newspapers before Diwali, “90 dB is the sound safety limit” or something. How do they measure if its 89,90 or 91? Come on! The police officers have other work too!
Another issue that comes up during this time is that of “child labour”.
Suddenly people are so concerned about the little kids working in the firework factories after seeing some stupid CID episode. Do you even feel that when you see a liitle boy serving you tea in a kiosk? Or carrying bricks to a nearby construction site? I don’t think so.
Diwali is a great time for two kinds of business people, e-commerce and lottery. This is the time when you see the words like “Mega Bumper Sale” and “Dhanteras Dhanvarsha “
adorn ninety percent of the newspaper and the minds of the people who actually think their fortunes to be on fire, literally.
The celebration is elaborate, but not as elaborate as the Durga puja. The main events include Dhanteras, Kali Puja/Choti Diwali , Diwali.
For the Bengali people, the day of kali puja is of one most excitement which is quite the contrary compared to others.
“Dhan-teras” is another funny day for the middle class people. Going by the ritual, it is like a status symbol to buy something outrageously expensive. Indians are ‘nuts’ for gold more than anything else. Naturally the jewellers be like…
Men, with their WAG’s visit the jewellers’ and pray to God
about sparing them in this journey as their income is limited.
Many families and clubs who are economically established organise meals and takeaways for the unpriviledged. I feel like giving a standing ovation to them. Millions have rich hearts, millions have a million bucks but one in a million have both. Hats off to them.
With so many gizmos making their way into the market everyday , there is always something lucrative enough to intoxicate the minds of the innocent commoners. They can sleep in a cupboard under the stairs but a kenstar oxy-air fryer cant be done without.
Houses are decorated with chains of mini led lights during this time, it seems as if the stars have descended onto the earth. Neighbours try to out decorate each other as if to win some kind of a prize.
Next comes the most important part. Bursting the crackers. People travel to “distant lands” in search of the cheapest ones and spend thousands on them. I have heard people saying that it is better to burn money itself rather than burning crackers. Really? It is so cool and fun to watch the fireworks go off, I don’t think a piece of burning parchment can provide so much entertainment. In reality it is the parchment that makes the honey.
Friends and family usually come together to enjoy an evening of unparalleled joy. All the crackers are accumulated and then lit. I don’t know whether its only me or not, but that smell of sulphur in the air really sets the mood. In every gathering there is that one guy who sets the “bombs” off by the bare hands because he is Batman.
The “fuljharis” are like the amateur section which is only used to light the veterans like the bombs or the shells. The bombs are like the quota system. No one likes them, but you gotta have them. The “rongmoshals “, “charkis”, and “tubris” are like the general caste, screaming at you,” now its my turn to burn man!!” The rockets are like the big shots in your locality, you need to have dozens of them and a discarded glass bottle of royal challenge to prove your authority. Ruiling the “V.I.P” section are the “Shells” and “parachutes” who give guest appearances once a while, but when they do ,everyone watches in awe.
NOW STOP READING ABOUT CRACKERS AND GO LIGHT SOME UP
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