For the uninitiated, Diwali is the festival of lights, about the forces of good winning over the evil and mankind rejoicing because of that win, though seeing the world as it is today, I think the good never won at all. They were just in denial over their losing the battle and the evil forces for once left it at that and chose to remain silent. And it is almost always commemorated with the lighting of oil lamps all around the front porch at night, and visits to family and friends houses, as well as eating (yes, even people who claim that they are on a diet forgo all plans on dieting during festivals because the food is just too good - and as I might have mentioned in passing over the entries of the blog, food and Malaysians are inseparable. In fact, most people set their diet plans for after Christmas and New Years, and some even after the Lunar New Year!)
Growing up, festivals were always cool. New clothes seemed an exciting prospect, and receiving money from older people was something to look forward to despite the fact that it was all collected and put into the bank once all was over, and there was always fire works at night that you could play with and lots of smoke hanging in the air that you could inhale once the colours faded. Even the morning cartoons were tonnes of fun. These days, it's mostly about the food and the opportunity to take a rest as we would on any other holiday, and the day is no different from any other rest day because (I don't know if it is just me, or is it how it is these days) the shows on the television are either for the very young children, or the older adults. Thank goodness there is the internet! Even as a small quantity of excitement builds up during the preparation - nothing lifts your spirits more that the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting through the house, the excitement quickly dissipates into thoughts of the things that need to be done once it is all over.
I don't think we do the lamps much, either seeing how windy it can get and of course fire hazards and such. I wonder if it's too late to go and get a light sabre?
PS: Happy Diwali, people!Growing up, festivals were always cool. New clothes seemed an exciting prospect, and receiving money from older people was something to look forward to despite the fact that it was all collected and put into the bank once all was over, and there was always fire works at night that you could play with and lots of smoke hanging in the air that you could inhale once the colours faded. Even the morning cartoons were tonnes of fun. These days, it's mostly about the food and the opportunity to take a rest as we would on any other holiday, and the day is no different from any other rest day because (I don't know if it is just me, or is it how it is these days) the shows on the television are either for the very young children, or the older adults. Thank goodness there is the internet! Even as a small quantity of excitement builds up during the preparation - nothing lifts your spirits more that the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting through the house, the excitement quickly dissipates into thoughts of the things that need to be done once it is all over.
I don't think we do the lamps much, either seeing how windy it can get and of course fire hazards and such. I wonder if it's too late to go and get a light sabre?
They were just in denial over their losing the battle and the evil forces for once left it at that and chose to remain silent.
ReplyDeleteSo very well played. Bravo!
I wish I were there to celebrate with you. We don't have anything like that here but Christmas and even that is more of a credit card frenzy.
I recall last year when I was dating a hindu-muslim Indian woman she was getting gifts from all the men in her family and social circle. I found that so strange. Why don't the men get gifts? Or do they? I'm so confuzzled.
What is the non-English way of saying happy diwali?
Heya, tis that time of the year again.
ReplyDeleteHappy diwali to you too! Or as we'd put it here Shubh dipawali
orhan: Hmmm... actually, lots of people celebrate Diwali, and they all speak different dialects. The dialect I'm supposed to use would require you to say something like "deepavali valtukkal" (I'm afraid I have to admit that I'm not very culturally inclined and I can't really speak my mother tongue either)
ReplyDeleteActually, if you ever visit here, you can definitely join in the celebrations. And since you're cool with chilli, I think the food here would suit you fine.
I think exchanging gifts is awfully cool, but I've never come across any where only the women get gifts. I think that's very cool as well, but I'm as confuzzled as you regarding the finer details of this culture :)
kartik: Yeah, it is time again. I learnt something new today, thanks. Shubh Dipawali to ya :)
TERRRAAAAAAAAAAA...HAPPY DEEPAVALI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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sounds fantastic.... you're making me hungry!
ReplyDeletevivek: right back at ya. have a great time.
ReplyDeleteaunty: Lol! Honestly, my thoughts were also on food when I was typing this out! :)
Food, fireworks, friends, family...foooood! :-D
ReplyDeleteWishing you a happy Diwali,TS!
Yup... thanks, Lizza :)
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