It feels great to be back. Doesn’t it?
Diwali has just got over but the hangover is going to stay for a while what with pending work and friends still to greet and thank.
Write Space has new friends once again this time. Sudha Sharma has joined us. Welcome aboard Sudha. We are sure you will love it here!
Also joining us is Geetashree Chatterjee. It is a lovely world out here Geetashree and we would love to share thoughts and emotions with you. Welcome aboard!
We have another friend who has joined us this fortnight. He is Om Prakash Narayan. Welcome aboard Write Space Om. We all look forward to reading your blogs.
Wishing you all the prosperity and peace that Diwali has to offer.
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Until the next fortnight…
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Since only 10 write-ups can be posted per page, we were unable to post the write-up by Shail Raghuvanshi. Hence, her post appears under the editor’s post itself. From next fortnight onwards, we shall be having only 9 posts selected out of the many that we get.
FAMILY FAIR: Reflections at Diwali Time by Shail Raghuvanshi
My son was filled with the Diwali spirit. We had picked him up from school instead of the school bus doing so and that itself was an enthusiastic start for the Diwali season as far as my son was concerned. It was Dhanteras and he was making huge plans of making his parents buy a lot of things, fireworks included. Infected with his childlike enthusiasm we carried on too. We came home exhausted but seeing that big smile on his face, we were happy. Of course, I knew that a lot of work awaited me but then, that was nothing new. As my son went through his clothes and firecrackers for the nth time, the idealist, the writer, the social enthusiast rose up in me and I began telling my son about the dangers of crackers (this was done the year before and the year before that already). This time, of course, I thought I should make him aware of little children like him slogging away in dingy rooms making these firecrackers and not being able to burst them themselves all because of poverty.
I think I got carried away a wee bit because I heard my husband’s voice from the bedroom, “Shail, don’t you think he is too young for this? And what is the purpose of all this awareness bit when you have already bought him the firecrackers?”
Point noted. Had I not as a child loved bursting crackers? Those sparklers, the bombs, rockets, the anaars and what not? Should I be depriving my son of the same joy that I used as a right when young only because I was more aware of things now? When would it be the right time to say ‘No?’
I don’t know.
Elsewhere, in my immediate neighbourhood, when I went visiting my neighbor with a pack of sweets for Diwali, she got talking. Her 65 year old mother was suffering from stones in her kidneys for years. Every time they would remove the stones, new ones would prop up again. A recent scan had shown four of them. And this was accompanied by some kind of urine infection too. My neighbour’s 12th Std son was preparing for his final exams. His mother was working hard with him to prepare him for a good future (read that as, study well to get marks not less than 95 in every subject). My neighbour was in a conflict – she knew that her mother was very sick and needed her; she also knew that this period was a crucial juncture for her son’s future. So, what was she supposed to do? Leave her son and take care of the mother who nurtured her or, leave her mother and take care of the son whose future was very important for him? I was in no position to advise her because I was not in her shoes. What would I have done had I been in her place? Sacrificed my son’s future? Or relented from doing my duty as a daughter?
I don’t know.
I know what the loss of a parent means, having gone through it myself. I know what it means not being able to say the words that mattered most only because I thought that tomorrow is another day. But tomorrow, does it come the way it should? Does it come at all?
I don’t know.
Diwali had arrived with all its glory and splendor. This time, I prayed not just for myself and my family. I also prayed for all those who were deprived of the joy of the Diwali season. I prayed for love and peace everywhere. I prayed for a safe and happy Diwali.
And yes, in spite of being aware of the little children working hard to make these firecrackers brighten up OUR lives, and being deprived themselves, I did join in my son’s enthusiasm. After all, Diwali was all about spreading joy. As far as realization goes – maybe, I will talk it over with my son some other day…..