Homesick for festivals
How many of you’ll crave to get back home during festivals? I do. Whether it’s Deepawali, Dushessara, Holi or Christmas! I certainly crave to get back home and spend some quality time with my folks, rather than going to office or just ending the day with a “Happy Diwali” , wish on the phone when ; clearly the day didn’t feel that happy.
It’s been four years here in Melbourne. Sure, it has become a second home. There are friends to rely on for company, weekends are super fun, game nights are quick as flash, we celebrate ganesha festival with utmost grandeur and there is a sense of belonging – but the only thing that lacks here is familiarity.
The familiarity of Home. The pomp and happinesses when you know that Deepawali is around the corner is greater when you’re in India. If you are living any where around the world and trying to celebrate Indian festivals, you know it’s just another day. ( though it’s Deepawali/in India)
Especially, if you’re from the Bangalore. This is how your childhood would vaguely be : you’d wait for discounts on crackers and hoard them well in advance. Knowing that you’ve got all crackers together, on the day of the festival you wake up early, wear new clothes , go out with your pals and celebrate the joy of togetherness.
As each cracker explodes, while you and gang of friends decide to made a train from the leftovers you hear your mom calling you out for breakfast. Refusing to get to her immediately, you fire up your share of crackers and keep another share for the evening rituals safely in a cardboard box.
After going home, mom quickly remembers to throw in a doze of ‘in our times stories’ for not showing up earlier but you makeup by hugging her hard. After watching a movie on Cable TV and forcing yourself after nap , it’s time to put on your best attire and wish your friends and neighbors ” A happy Diwali” and take part in the local festivities. As the day seems to end, you don’t need anything but a picture with your folks & friends where all of you are forced to squeeze next to each other where your friends mom clicks a photo with those last newly introduced digi- cams.
Ah! Reminiscing all this, reminds me of the fact that that as time goes, we los out so much on little things that brings joy to us. So this this Deepawali, wherever you are , if you feel connected to home…light a Diya and keep the essence of festivities alive.