The festivities of Deepavali is still lingering in the air. We started last weekend and it is going on to the next. Here’s how:
A get together of about a dozen friends with spouses and kids set off the beginning of celebrations. Each brought their contribution to the dining table that ended up with 3 appetizers, 4 curries, 3 desserts and a load of potato chips. Some of those feeling overly generous brought in bottles of fine wine and made it a true partay!
There was much eating, drinking and a lot of laughing…A LOT OF. A harmless game of dumb Charades (our own version where each team presents the opponent team’s player with 5 random words to enact and convey in 60 seconds) went on to become a laughing riot..especially when we decided to go wicked by thinking of words like ‘Chicken Poo’, ‘ Pregnant Dinosaur’ and..wait for this..’Acute Constipation’!. Hahahaha!!!! Just imagining my friend Lav enacting that last one and trying hard to convey it to her team makes me laugh loud at all kinds of unexpected places these days 😀
Though heavy fireworks are banned in California, we managed to find some sparklers and flowerpots ( Isn’t that what they are called? The ones that gush out brilliant fire sparks from a pot like thing?). No noisy rockets or bombs . ( Oh, but I looove noisy rockets and bombs.. 😦 )
[ Pic : Me..engaged in a fascinating dance of sparkles ]
Deepavali at home involved hot oil massage on the first day. Though I spent a good amount of time cleaning the shower tub after the showers, the consequences of the massage sessions were..well..pretty good 😉
Over the week, I made some sweets at home (Gulab Jamun and Dates Payasam ) which came out good. Ok, about 90% good 😀 Hmmph! I know what I did wrong this time.So, next time, I promise a 100% people 🙂
Our office ‘Activities Team’ ( I know, dumb name!) organized a Diwali Party yesterday for the first time ever! Yes, it IS a big deal where more than 70% employees are non Indians.
I came to office in a saree..sitting in my cubicle.. saree…in office!
That was the dress code internally decided by all desi ladies. Well, I didn’t mind. Though it was way too difficult to dance for a bhangra song at the party ( hehe) and even more difficult to walk fast to a meeting that I almost missed…It felt nice. Is it because of the 100 complimentary looks I got or words like ‘You look so pretty !’ from random strangers walking by? Well..maybe 😀
The finale of all celebrations ( or at least hoping to be) will be on this weekend, with another bunch of very enthusiastic friends. If anything, I am sure of this- there will be some awesome music and mad dancing !
Hmm…some sincerely candid view point now.
In spite of all these hullabaloo over the entire week, there were hardly few minutes when I truely felt like it was Deepavali.
No careless evenings jumping around Appa arguing over new clothes and heaps of fireworks for the next day.
No hovering in the kitchen waiting for Amma to let you pounce on your favorite Kaju Burfi and Khara Boondi Mixture.
No chasing behind the brother who took immense pleasure scaring you with sudden ‘bomb’ bursts at unexpected moments.
No visits to cousins aunts and uncles all sharing the same glee and enthusiasm as you because its Deepavali!
No impatient waiting for the sun set to begin lighting little oil lamps (hanatey) all around on the compound wall..and climbing up the roof to keep them there too!
All these get togethers, the eating drinking and laughing loud – in some way seems fake..We are all trying to find that elusive happiness of the true festive season through some substitutes on a foreign land.