The Beautiful Emotions Of Diwali

The Beautiful Emotions Of Diwali

(a colorful emotion too)

 

 

 

Diwali is just around the corner. Exactly 90 degrees (at the time of posting this). In case you don't get it, it was nine pm when I posted it and so yeah you must have got it by now. Well lets get back on track then. Diwali. The moment you read the title I bet your mind would have been bombarded with thousands of thoughts. It's au naturel. It is a trait of a normal Human being. Rather a human brain I can say. Allow me to screed your top ten thoughts out of the infinite thoughts that just doesn't end with food.

 

Here are the top ten thoughts (happy ones and sad ones)
 

1. Sweets and souvenirs

2. New clothings and shopping

3. Diwali bonus(comes from company or grandparents or both) 

4. Oil bath *sigh* 

5.Crackers *bang bang bang*

6.So much sweets and im going to get fat

7.Damn it I love to eat. Sweets again

8. Get together with family relatives and our friends

9. FDFS for Thala/Thalapathy movies

10.Wishing your Crush a happy Diwali(to their family too)

 



    Crackers and Sweets have become synonyms for Diwali. The people around us, look at them instead of your newsfeed. We will be one. We lose our differences and cherish the moment if not the day. That satisfies the very purpose of any festival. You see a stranger, you say " Happy Diwali ji", he waves backs and reciprocates. Doesn't this happen everyday? Hell no. He thinks you're a lunatic sociopathe who tries to kidnap and sell their kidneys for the new iPhone. Festival is designed to make us feel good and spread the good vibe to those who cant afford it. That is why our culture has a lot of Festivals. To spread the joy and to make the less fortunate smile, we share what we can to alleviate their sadness momentarily. To share, to care, to make them smile, to levitate our happiness and our mood despite our stressful lives we celebrate.Thank God there are so many festivals.

 

Even though we dissolve our differences, residues do remain. Greed is the top contender amongst the many. Greed can alone destroy anything and everything it lays it's eyes upon. Greed is akin to cancer except that it's not biological. Greed evolves from need. That is why there is an old saying,"Be content with what you have". With greed comes a little bit of looting. and why does it come along with it? If you can't satisfy your greed in a clean way then looting takes over. Looting is akin to a parasite controlled by greed. To overcome these, the greatest minds who once lived even before A.D. was predicted in the B.C. who practically wrote the drafts of the culture, mentioned the word share. Next is Ego. Life could be so easy if one can erase it as simple as erasing with an eraser. A lot of meaningful emotions and relations cease because of this.

Negate the culture aside. To our conscience let us descend from who we wish to be to who we really are. Share your feelings, haven't caught up with old pals? there couldn't be an even more purposeful day. Carry sweets when you meet them. Hug them. Smile at people you know. Doesn't alone make you confident, it as well makes them happy. Smile is an emotion so is happiness. Spread the good vibe. Share what you have to the less fortunate. For instance Share sweets with maids, security guards, drivers or anyone at all you know. Because to give is an emotion. To receive is an emotion as well. To see then Smile as they receive is an emotion which I will say is way above everything!

This is an article written hastily on behalf of me to wish all my readers, their friends and family a very pleasant as well as a silent and happy colorful Diwali. I wish this festival of lights will banish the darkness inside everyone of you so that it doesn't remember it's way back to you ever again. I also appreciate those who are celebrating this festival of light without any noise.. In spite of being bullied for being eco friendly and branded as "vetti scene" you guys are doing a great job. Proud of you people.  I hope to see a lot of you guys, to restrict yourself from bursting crackers and burning your money for that. Once again, let the light dominate the darkness. Happy Diwali :)     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a normal day

Just a normal day

"Jeez my keyboard is so dusty" I think as I clean away those teeny tiny dust particles from the keyboard. "It's been months since I wrote something. Maybe I should write something, just to knock that rusty brain of mine" I decided and brought the computer back to life. And this is why I'm writing this story. How my normal day will look like. So, I can assure you this won't be as interesting as my previous posts ( if at all they seemed interesting to you).

What a best way to kick start my day, speakers blaring pumping up everyone's mood around and everyone were high on music (and of course marijuana) . Cool breeze escaping my messy hair and the air echoing from a distance " ten feet tall oh hoo ooo oh, ten feet tall...." I'm at the Afrojack's concert. Suddenly it started raining. Wait a mi... whooseee it's raining flood. *Splash* The portal between my dream and the reality was successfully shunned by my mom and I fall back to reality akin to how Ironman awesomely falls back to earth unconsciously in Avengers. slowly I realize that the song "ten feet tall" was my alarm tone, the cool breeze from the window slightly open and some early morning smoker puffing his cigars. what a worst way to start my day.

Now starts my daily routine.

1.Look at the clock

2.Allocate time accordingly to do all daily activities inside the bathroom. 

3.Get out and check for delay. if not smile and move on to step 4. else hurry up.

4.Dress up (or rather I'd love to say suit up).

5.Eat what is served and thou shall not enjoy what's served.

6.Check for mobile, wallet(irrespective of the cash inside) and college identity card. Oh yeah the bag(irrespective of what's inside).

7.Look at the clock and see if "lift from regular unknown strangers" is required .

8. Reach the bus stop in time.

I somehow follow these routine perfectly. Guess it's one of the traits of an engineering guy.

The first thing id ask my junior " route 8 poocha". I will be relived if he shakes his head. else its a nightmare in a daytime to catch an out-bus and reach college. But fortunately on that particular normal day he shook his head. It was like a dose of relief for the Monday morning sickness. Especially for a person like me who isn't diurnal in nature. That day I was very natty. Pressed shirt and new jean. I never felt so awesome when I admired my awesomeness in front of my mirror that day. At last my bus arrived, that stupid bus along with its fetidness. It only makes me hostile to others. I let my juniors board the bus first and then myself. I occupied the last but before seat - a three seater(only for final years). Behind me were the two most irritating prattle sisters. They would continue to talk even though if the world would depend on them. If you eavesdrop their conversation you could be aware of all the hidden hot affairs and hot happenings in the college. I plugged my ear with my new Sony double bass equalizer earphones I received the previous day from Flipkart. Soon I doused off listening to Lana Del Ray's Young and beautiful. Melodies make me sleep quickly. After say a decade dream years later someone patted me and I knew it's college. I looked up and shit it was those prattle sisters. I strolled towards my classroom wondering who all would come to know that I overslept in bus and my face looked so oily. I washed my face and made sure i looked physically viable enough to face all my boring classes. The only period of time I'd love to be a part of  it is the lunch break and the mini break. Apart from it I love the subject called Principles Of Management, not because of the nature of the subject but because of the faculty who handles it. He never gives a fuck about who is listening. All he wants is a class filled with students who could keep quiet. I would not disturb him and that's my period to sleep. See why I told I love this particular period?

I somehow struggled past those darting lectures and hours of boredom and finally its Lunch time. Yaaayyy!!!! Lunch time is when I get to see the epitome of pulchritude. When I see her all my inimical behavior evaporates and I will be filled with licentious thoughts. As I enjoy those thoughts for a couple of seconds my "good me" comes and gives me a mental smack on my head. I will have to scotch off those thoughts and one more look and I'll be completely enamored with her. But the problem so far was that she has no idea that such a soul was ogling at her. Apparently that day she unintentionally caught me looking at  her. Oh boy oh boy. Couldn't I not blush in front of her. Damn it. yes I did. I was blushing the shit outta me. I had no idea why I couldn't stop blushing. It was then the Ted Mosby of me peeped out. " Does she find your blushing offensive?"," Oh wait a minute, I know why you are blushing so badly, cause she's the one."(typical Mosby). She smiled back and waved at me. what a surprise she waved at me. She waved at ME. That very place was my Elysium. I waved her back and gave an embarrassed smile for ogling at her so obviously. She acknowledged it and showed a hint of smile across her lips. That was more than what was needed for the day. All these happened in a matter of minutes. Turning back, I headed to my classroom. Sat in my place. never slept for the rest of my boring classes that day. I was greeting everyone with a smile as though l was high on weed.

 Final bell rang and i walked across her class hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Nah i didn't. But to my surprise i caught her watching me searching for her. All these days not a single time she saw me and all of a sudden twice within the last 5 hours? *she's the one she's the one shouted my man Mosby* I ran my fingers onto my shiny hair and smiled. she gestured to give me company till my bus. She and I walked slowly towards her bus and she never really was interested in getting on the bus. we spoke for a while sharing funny moments like how i used to check her out and all the nonsense i did/ will do to get to spend sometime like this.Before she boarded the bus she slipped a yellow note into my pocket and said "Open it once you settle in your bus and you'll know what to do". I expected the note would have said something i expected too much. well yeah it was too much and that's not what she wrote. Inside that perfectly folded yellow note was her number. okay im really satisfied with what i got. Not bad on the first day i thought and mental patted myself. Again earphones plugged. Josh Krajcik's Let me hold you playing and my First message to her " Just a normal day".

Moral of the story?

With a little bit of imagination you could use the 10 GRE words you've learnt for that day in a story of your own. Well after all it was just a normal day that day. *wink*

*Whatsapp message notification rings* oops time to go. Bye. Catch you people later.

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