Celebrating Festivals...Celebrating Joy...Celebrating Togetherness...

Back then, in school, almost every essay (those stupid 10 points we were supposed to mug up and vomit out in our answer books) started with “India is a land of joy”…or “India is a land of colors”…or “India is a land of festivals”….well yeah because virtually almost every exam collided with one or the other festival (India being a land of festivals indeed :)). With Diwali welcoming the half-yearlies to annuals being coloured by Holi. And then all those Navdurge and Ganesh Chaturthi and Makar Sankranti to what not.

At that time, the only purpose for which we used to cram those 10 lines was to get good marks (and a “v.good” for over-enthusiastic teacher’s pets like me). When the joy related to festivals was to get hols, new clothes and sweets. When the colors related to the colors of our clothes, the colors we wanted for the rangoli on Diwali, the new colors we wanted to use on our friends on Holi.

But now, when the life and its pace has squeezed every drop of joy and color from us, I realise how important these festivals are (and also were, back then). I realise how very synonym-ical these words are FESTIVALS-JOY-COLORS-TOGETHERNESS.

When in 2007 I started with job, “Ah!” .. I thought, “here starts a wonderful period, Independence, Money, Power!!”. Less did I realise, what it actually gonna be. Independence, I have, I am independent inside this stupid office premise. Money, I have, but not the ways to spend it. Power, I have, but only on my keyboard and mouse. It turns to be days when I had last seen my house in sunshine. Days when I had gone to the terrace in the evening and listened to the sweet chirping of birds returning to their homes. Days when I sat with my family, watched crazy movies and commented on each dialogue, with mom bringing in pakoras and samosas. Well yeah, days when I danced in rains without the fear of my immune system failing.

Coming back to from where I started, my normal (I prefer calling it so, even if its not.. :D at least some hope) days are when I wake up at 9 .(oh cmmon! That’s still pretty early by any standard considering the fact I slept at 3 last night). Fight for washroom with my dad, stuff in the breakfast, gulp in cold tea, ride in mad rush and still reach office late by an hour. And ends with reaching home back at 9 in the night, completely exhausted, again stuffing in the dinner, coming online, FB or whatever, just to console my mind that its getting some kinda entertainment. And then the silly weekend, when I just “do” nothing.

And the only good part with this oh-so-wonderful life is that it makes me realize the worth of what I don’t have now. The luxury of time, the luxury of joy, the luxury of being together. It makes me realize festivals are much more than just wearing new clothes and having good food. It’s the time for your family, time for long lost friends, time to be together, time for…for you and for being yourself. When you can go back to your childhood, and can do anything without sounding stupid.

Heres sharing some moments of my joy, togetherness, stupidness; and hoping you all had it too. (oh yes!! Stupidness too)

The Creative Minds

Ok I know this pose is quite an old one,
but its still sweet :)

The sweet innocent soul

The BAD thief

The Super Gurl!!!

Somebody HELP!!!

Dhishum dhushum

Super Gurl to rescue

Thanku Super Gurl....
and they lived happily ever after!!!

Well this last pic...so that you know hum
bina nautanki ke bhi pics lete hai