Happy Diwali!
(pardon my
tinglish)
I miss diwali
the hundreds of family members
together in marredpally
including some new faces, young and old
who join in the fun, very amicably without an introduction
i miss fighting for the thousand wala ladis
hiding some in secret places
preferring the smooth sparklers to the karkar ones
lighting two three flower pots at once
jumping over vishnu chakrams
playing laddi wars
usurping all the sirens and other cool crackers
I miss byhearting the names of the crackers
Cribbing about the rockets that always go sideways instead of up
being audience to uncles who show off their rocket launching techniques
some successfully and some blaming the wind
i miss proving to grownup cousins that im not afraid of hydrogen bombs
and then using agarbathis instead of sparklers to burst them
i miss arguing about whether its pataas or tapaas or pataka or tapaka
and teasing mom that tamilians say "theebavali" and not "deepavali"
i miss getting burnt every year despite all precaution
i miss getting yelled at for not wearing shoes or "at least chappals"
throwing bombs into the bonfire in the end.
not washing my hands and smelling like crackers until the morning after
I miss diwali, my family and friends.
i even love the mellow diwali at waratah house the night before
with just me and my two brothers
playing with tukadas, flowerpots and vishnu chakrams
with ammamma and dadpop watching on the side
I even miss bursting crackers in the office terrace
but more than anything, i miss the expensive clothes
that i used to buy every diwali knowing very well
that i will be wearing them only once
but never feeling like i've wasted money
even with dad rebuking that
"i should have been feeling ashamed about barely passing my half yearly exams"
Now diwali is all about missing diwali and talking endlessly about it over dinner at a chinese restaurant. :-(
I miss diwali
the hundreds of family members
together in marredpally
including some new faces, young and old
who join in the fun, very amicably without an introduction
i miss fighting for the thousand wala ladis
hiding some in secret places
preferring the smooth sparklers to the karkar ones
lighting two three flower pots at once
jumping over vishnu chakrams
playing laddi wars
usurping all the sirens and other cool crackers
I miss byhearting the names of the crackers
Cribbing about the rockets that always go sideways instead of up
being audience to uncles who show off their rocket launching techniques
some successfully and some blaming the wind
i miss proving to grownup cousins that im not afraid of hydrogen bombs
and then using agarbathis instead of sparklers to burst them
i miss arguing about whether its pataas or tapaas or pataka or tapaka
and teasing mom that tamilians say "theebavali" and not "deepavali"
i miss getting burnt every year despite all precaution
i miss getting yelled at for not wearing shoes or "at least chappals"
throwing bombs into the bonfire in the end.
not washing my hands and smelling like crackers until the morning after
I miss diwali, my family and friends.
i even love the mellow diwali at waratah house the night before
with just me and my two brothers
playing with tukadas, flowerpots and vishnu chakrams
with ammamma and dadpop watching on the side
I even miss bursting crackers in the office terrace
but more than anything, i miss the expensive clothes
that i used to buy every diwali knowing very well
that i will be wearing them only once
but never feeling like i've wasted money
even with dad rebuking that
"i should have been feeling ashamed about barely passing my half yearly exams"
Now diwali is all about missing diwali and talking endlessly about it over dinner at a chinese restaurant. :-(
