Happy Belated Diwali, Happy Diwali and Advanced Happy Diwali to you all!
That I hope covered all the regions of India! brr
Diwali is utter confusion in Bangalore. There are people who celebrated yesterday, there are people who will do it today and there are people who may celebrate tomorrow. That leaves you totally confused and kinda annoyed at it all. Yesterday I went to office and found out that I was the only one in office besides a broom and mop in a bucket. Most people had taken the day off as today is the official Diwali holiday for us. That made for an extended weekend for out of town folks here. It was pure bliss working in a near empty office. The headphones kept my ears warm as the AC tried various techniques to freeze me for the next couple of centuries. There was the full fan blast, half fan blast, full cold blast and freeze blast and some other cryo-freeze weapons in its armamentarium that it tried on me gleefully. Perhaps it was its way of stretching out after the humdrum life of 24 degrees that it lives throughout the year!
Since the air conditioning is remote controlled and can be zone controlled my day went like this.
10 am : Please switch off the AC!
11 am: Please switch on the AC!
12 pm: Please switch off the AC!
1 pm: Please switch on the AC!
2 pm and AC man calls up! "You all right madam?
Didn’t hear from you!
I am at Pizza Hut
"*Whew* we were worried madam!!"
Such a sweet guy no?
My Diwali celebrations are simple and not elaborate like some peoples. While some people do pooja and burst crackers and some people like my bro just burst crackers, I prefer to keep it simple for the sake of the environment. I stuff my ears with some cotton and crawl under the bed. I cannot stand the sound of those bombs and atom bombs and hundred walas and thousand walas. However this Diwali I made a resolution to celebrate it and not cover under the bed like a chicken! Ok I admit the real reason was that my dogs were not too happy at me encroaching into their territory under the bed. They too don’t like the noise of the crackers and can be found every Diwali sitting mournfully under the bed. So I bought lotsa rockets and with the help of a little cousin brother ensured that they went into every neighborhood window and terrace.
Last year we explained away the ricocheting rockets as faulty pyrotechnics. This year the neighbors explained away my ricocheting rockets are faulty pyrotechnics! I was hoping they will get the hint. Damn!
How the markets really work! :p