Diwali is also known as deepawali (deep+awali in Hindi) which means lines of diya or lamp. It is a festival of light over darkness, knowledge over ignorance, it is the celebration of victory of goodness over the evil. This festival is celebrated on the day of new moon in the kartik month of the Hindu calendar. Diwali is the main festival with many other festivals like Dhanteras, Lakshmi pujan, Bhaiya dooj, Govardhan puja,Chitragupta puja, Annakoot, Kali puja etc being celebrated over an expanse of five days.
As per the ancient epic Ramayana, the festival of Diwali is observed to celebrate the return of lord Rama with his wife goddess Sita and brother Lakshman after their victory over the evil Ravana who had kidnapped goddess Sita. This festival is celebrated in every part of India but almost each part has a different legend associated with the celebration of Diwali.
The preparations for Diwali start many days before the main day. Every nook and corner of the house is cleaned even whitewash is done especially at this time of the year. Every household item is cleaned, household cleaning is very important part of Diwali. It is said that a clean and clear house makes Goddess Lakshmi happy and as such she will shower blessings on the house. I remember how my mother used to do all the cleaning single-handedly and we all siblings were almost of no help to her. But she never complained.
In childhood days Diwali used to be a fun-filled festival with friends and family. Diwali meant holidays in school and so a leisure time. How we used to fire crackers many days before Diwali. Even though I was afraid of firing the mirchi patakhas, chocolate bombs, rockets but still I dared firing them sometimes and it was great fun. But the chhurchhuri was the only win situation with not much dangers associated with it. The snake crackers which we used to buy many times, the guns which we used to fire……ahhh so many memories!!!!! How we used to wait for the evening on the day of Diwali so that we could light the diyas or the earthen lamps on the roof of the house. How we used to keep on checking the diyas, refilling them with oil and relighting them. How all the roofs were lighted with diyas and it looked so beautiful.
One more thing associated with Diwali is playing of cards and gambling, how papa used to come very late at night and his losing money in the gambles which led to quarrels between Mummy and papa. But still the festival of Diwali never lost its glimmer or shine.But the added attraction or maybe even the best part of Diwali was the sweet delicacy of rice flour called pua which mummy prepared the day after Diwali.
Now I live in a city with just hubby and my baby, it’s not that we don’t light diyas or we don’t celebrate Diwali. But we fire crackers just for the sake of the festival, there is not much fun in it without the family. I make rangoli or colourful image at the entrance but there is nobody to appreciate it. It’s not that I don’t prepare the sweet delicacy which mummy used to prepare but I miss the ones prepared by my mom. Now I am getting senti…..
It’s not that we can’t go home for Diwali but hubby has leave constraints and we already had been to our native place to celebrate the festival of Durga puja few days back. How I wish we were with our family to celebrate Diwali together…..
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How long distance and staying away from family has changed the meaning of our beautiful festivals and made them meaningless, check out the video above which highlights this.
Alas there is a long distance between us. Image taken from here