Diwali...Deepavali sounds better

well, i was realising that i havent blogged (again) for quite sometime now..and with free internet at my disposal( for 21 hours of the day to be more precise), it will be criminal for me not to blog for such a stretch..so, here i go again...

diwali came and went..somehow, i feel deepavali sounds a lot better than diwali..the meaning of deepavali to me has changed a lot over the years...actually, it changes every year..every year, i manange to look at it from a different perspective. Till around 8th, 9th standard, Deepavali meant a lot...waking up(rather being woken up) at 4 O'Clock and having a nice good oil bath, wearing a new dress(that has never enthused me..in fact, i havent got myself new dreeses for my last 3 birthdays i think), bursting crackers when everyone else is sleeping, eating sweets and back to more crackers..the day was real fun. and then came 10th standard..i start paying lot more attention to my acads and slowly started losing enthu for deepavali. though the two(or was it just one?) day holiday for deepavali was a welcome break from the daily routine of school, it only meant that we had assignments or tests the day we went back. and then started the slide in my interest for crackers and deepavali..then came 11th and 12th..absolutely no time for anything else than studies(or so, you have to believe!!). i totally lost enthusiasm for crackers..but still burst a few to humour myself and my parents. most of the day was spent watching tv or doing some leftover assignments from iit classes and calling up old friends and farting away on the phone much to the chagrin of my father. i think we even had classes on deepavali day..

and then over to college..first year, if i remember right, i went home the previous evening and did nothing except eat some grub and that was it..in spite of much pleading from my mom, i dint burst any crackers save a single sparkler. it was the same case the next day. and i felt so much more happy when i was back in campus the next day morning. it felt so much better. this year too was no different..the only thing that had changed from the last decade was the scene of the non-happenings...we had shifted our residence and so, it was a new environ but still, nothing stirred me to go and burst crackers..the enthu was just not there. my mother said we shall celebrate deepavail on monday itself..so was up by 4:30 on monday morning, wore a new dress i had bought the previous day and packed back to campus to attend classes. went back in the evening and farted around watching tv and doing nothing...absolutely nothing. i woke up at 9 (!) on the day everyone else celebrated deepavali. promptly was screwed by my mother. and what did i do in the course of the day? watched two movies, ate loads of stuff, watched the next door people burst crackers and came back to insti by evening. and here again, see junta burst some noisy crackers. all this made me think what the hell do people get enjoyement out of bursting some stupid things that give out colours and loud noise? (read noise not sound) why cant we all celevrate deepavali as a community festival where all of us join together at some common place and watch the show? is that not more than enough?

basically, i couldnt think of anything interesting to blog about and thats how this blog came about..i would have liked to write it in a more relaxed and elaborate manner but then thats not blogging to me..blogging means spontaineity..you just pen down (rather type away) whatever comes to your mind. and so, i let this be. i still wonder when i read the blogs of many others, where the hell do they get the topics to write about and what makes them write the way they do?!? i dont think these questions will ever get answered easily..rather, they should never be.