The Aftermath

They really go overboard bursting firecrackers, for days on end, it’s just BOOM and RATATATAT. And when it is all over, they go back to thier routine activities, trying to eject thier lungs and throats by coughing from all the smoke.

Hey, I got an idea for all you cracker-obsessed individuals. Take a 100 rupee note and watch it burn instead. Work out the equation. Comes to the same every time a few crakers cause a deafening noise, and then turn to ash. No noise, however. Oooh, what a thrill!

I also wonder why aunties get their six month old infants out on Diwali evenings. Like some new doll to be unveiled before the world and it’s mother, but just on Diwali. The comosion, noise and the pollution. Oh well, I suppose these aunties also love rushing to the doc, crying the next morning, about how their babies fell ill.

Ever wonder why they go a shopping spree during the `festival season’. And think that shops offer heavy discounts. Someone, please tell them, this is the season shops make money by hiking prices, cutting them down and then calling them `Sales’.

All said and done, Diwali is supposed to signify joy and gaiety. New clothes, sweets, crackers, exchanging wishes for happiness and more. Accepted. But the negative side? Who’s to beat the pollution, the diseases, the violent celebrations and the gambling?

But thank God for Diwali. I love the sweets. Yummm. I wonder why they are so high on calories though.