This existence in the cyber world can at times take a toll on you. I don’t mean my blog to be a digital diary, so I don’t write about every day things on it. But then every time I meet someone online they ask me the same questions bout my life and I find myself typing the same damn lines over and over again. Fingers ache man.
The latest being ‘so how was diwali‘…Uff why don’t people understand. For them its a casual opening line to a chat conversation which should ideally be answered in a monosyllable… good, bad or ok. But people, I can’t do that. That’s my problem… if you ask me I would speak. So finally I thought I’d put it here for one and all to see..everytime they ask me I am gonna give this link. Or better still, I will put the link up as my status for few days..till the time they stop asking that question to me. I am seriously so sick and tired of repitative questions.
Here’s what I did.
I don’t like crackers. I hate the noise it makes. My dog, Jango, he hates them too. This diwali he was sitting quietly culred on the sofa, head hanging downwards looking at the carpet, lost in deep thoughts, when the first cracker of our colony burst. In one flash of light he jumped out of the sofa taking one giant leap, reached the balcony and started expressing his angst at such sudden nuisance, in one long boooooooooooooooow followed by many small bow bows. He had hardly expressed his utter bewilderment on human being’s weird of idea of fun when more happy kids blasted more funny crackers all around our house. Jango just couldn’t take it. With multiple bow bwos he kept running from one corner of the house to the other, trying to put accross his point to the happy kids who are now joined by their proud parents in the fun. Round and round he went hardly stopping for a breathe or two.
I could so relate to Jango. That’s exactly what I feel like doing, when at one unexpected moment a loud blast scares the shit out of me. Not just miniature bombs of all sorts even the charkhis these days make noise. Found out only this time. The charkhi glows, goes round round and also makes a noise similar to that of a missile launch…uff…
I like the lights though, like the fireworks in the sky. So I took my sister along and drove around Dwarka to see how various housing societies have done their lighting. Dwarka has many empty sky lines, looking at which you can see many fire works all at a time.
We then went to India Gate. Idea was to just drive around but not park, since its not safe, but reaching near Maurya Sheraton I was reminded of a friend who lives nearby. Called him. Since he joined us we could safely park there at India Gate. He treated us with Ice cream…more nice fire works there in India Gate. At around 12 we pushed off to RK Puram to be with some of our old friends. That being our old neighbourhood, a place where we had lived for around 19 years before we moved to Dwarka.
Why catch up with old friends at 12 in the night. The day when Diwali is celebrated we Bengali perform Maa Kaali Puja. The worship of Goddess Kali, the goddess of Shakti (Power) Kali a name associated with black and violence, this goddess is worshiped by dacoits, soldiers, tantirks (black magicians) etc. The puja is essentially performed on an amavasya night. The ceremony only ends at late night and is traditionally concluded by a goat being sacrificed at the goddess’ feet. The devotees then have a major feast on that sacrificed Goat.
In today’s times of course the sacrifice is no longer done at the puja pandal. But we still have the feast at around 3 in the night. All devotees stay awake through the night to have the prasad. Pathar Mangsho (Mutton Curry), Cholar Daal (Pulses), Luchi (Puri in North India), Pulao, beguni (pieces of brinjal dipped in Besan and deep fried), chatni and rasho golla being a typical Kali pujor prasad.
Besides catching up with old friends in RK Puram I also got to have a glimpse at my longest lasting crush – 18 years.
Was back home at 2ish. Since then every time I tell some one how did I spend this Diwali…its freaking them out…“You were driving around on a Diwali night!!! Ahem well I didn’t realise it was such a risky thing to do…we are dare devils you see.