Don't know about others, but I have a blank space.
A blank space created in myself.
A blank space that grows bigger and bigger whenever I miss my home.
A blank space which can never be filled by anything.
This blank space hurts more on special occasions and mine did hurt more on Diwali - one of the biggest festivals in India, commonly known as "Festival of lights". Diwali celebrations in my childhood were the most joyous moments. Thanks for the non-existence of social media otherwise it would have been just-another posting pics in Facebook with "happily celebrating Diwali" status and counting on the likes.
The celebration starts the previous day evening, where we anticipate the last bell in school and rush to get back home.Mom would be busy preparing snacks and Dad settles the fight for crackers among us, siblings. More than "Please give good marks" prayers, the Hindu gods would have heard "Please no rain on Diwali" prayers. Those were the days where the "green-diwali" or "stop-noise-pollution" or "dont-scare-animals" slogans were not much happening and we never worried about polluting the environment as much as we can, by bursting crackers. There would be a silent "Who bursts more crackers?" competition going on between with the neighbors.
On Diwali day, we never needed alarms or mom waking us up. Hearing the crackers sound outside, we jump out of the bed. By the time, all of us finish taking oil bath, Mom would finish preparing the yummy food and Dad would be ready placing the new dresses in the prayer room for pooja, Again, what else would be our prayer as a kid, rather than "Please no rain today". Wearing the new dress after pooja, eating till the tummy says "I'm going to burst", the cracker-bursting starts again and goes till night. In the midst of all these, family gatherings happen with the exchange of food and love.
Now, all these scenes run as a dream and I have to pinch myself to realize that, it had actually happened once. The love lingering in the family gatherings, the essence of native celebrations, the aroma of home food and many such endless "blah-blah-blah", Phew, I miss it, I totally miss it!
Isn't this the state-of-mind for all who live far away from their family and motherland, in an urge to pursue the dreams,yet have a permanent blank space left in them? Try partying, do potlucks, go outings, fly to Disney or NewYork and again there you see the blank space still BLANK.
One side,missing the native celebrations, the other side, I have to plan for a Halloween costume for my son. Huh! I really don't know what for they have Halloween and I have to celebrate it!!!
Branches may be anywhere but my roots are still at India! Everybody who live faraway yet miss their home and native festivals, still have their roots at motherland. Having our roots firm is not enough, its our obligation to have our sons and daughters rooted as we are!
A blank space created in myself.
A blank space that grows bigger and bigger whenever I miss my home.
A blank space which can never be filled by anything.
This blank space hurts more on special occasions and mine did hurt more on Diwali - one of the biggest festivals in India, commonly known as "Festival of lights". Diwali celebrations in my childhood were the most joyous moments. Thanks for the non-existence of social media otherwise it would have been just-another posting pics in Facebook with "happily celebrating Diwali" status and counting on the likes.
The celebration starts the previous day evening, where we anticipate the last bell in school and rush to get back home.Mom would be busy preparing snacks and Dad settles the fight for crackers among us, siblings. More than "Please give good marks" prayers, the Hindu gods would have heard "Please no rain on Diwali" prayers. Those were the days where the "green-diwali" or "stop-noise-pollution" or "dont-scare-animals" slogans were not much happening and we never worried about polluting the environment as much as we can, by bursting crackers. There would be a silent "Who bursts more crackers?" competition going on between with the neighbors.
On Diwali day, we never needed alarms or mom waking us up. Hearing the crackers sound outside, we jump out of the bed. By the time, all of us finish taking oil bath, Mom would finish preparing the yummy food and Dad would be ready placing the new dresses in the prayer room for pooja, Again, what else would be our prayer as a kid, rather than "Please no rain today". Wearing the new dress after pooja, eating till the tummy says "I'm going to burst", the cracker-bursting starts again and goes till night. In the midst of all these, family gatherings happen with the exchange of food and love.
Now, all these scenes run as a dream and I have to pinch myself to realize that, it had actually happened once. The love lingering in the family gatherings, the essence of native celebrations, the aroma of home food and many such endless "blah-blah-blah", Phew, I miss it, I totally miss it!
Isn't this the state-of-mind for all who live far away from their family and motherland, in an urge to pursue the dreams,yet have a permanent blank space left in them? Try partying, do potlucks, go outings, fly to Disney or NewYork and again there you see the blank space still BLANK.
One side,missing the native celebrations, the other side, I have to plan for a Halloween costume for my son. Huh! I really don't know what for they have Halloween and I have to celebrate it!!!
Branches may be anywhere but my roots are still at India! Everybody who live faraway yet miss their home and native festivals, still have their roots at motherland. Having our roots firm is not enough, its our obligation to have our sons and daughters rooted as we are!