Today is Diwali, the most favourite festival of delhities irrespective of class, caste, colour and religion. This is the seventh one I am celebrating here in Delhi. In between, my life has swung through a number of moods just like the chain of tiny lights do.
In these days Delhi look like a newly wed bride spreading so many colours that one can hardly count. This year it is something different for me as I am now with a new organization and among new friends. Life is beautiful and it never ceases to offer you surprise everyday and every moment.
This is the day when the air of Delhi can breathe free because after three days of hectic schedule today every delhities would prefer to stay back with their near and dear ones thus causing less pollution and traffic jam on the roads. Sometimes I wonder we do a lot of activities for a single day or single moment of revelry and thereafter everything comes back to the day old pattern. I do not know whether we are well equipped to at least preserve those moments or not, but they always leave a faint line of memory for years to come.
When I look back, these six years have been like a roller-coaster ride with some moment of happiness and some never ever to recollect again. Very difficult to ascertain what I have gained and what I have lost.
I think, in these years, I have found a lot of professional friends and I lost as many personal friends. Where I was wrong I never know may be I expected too much from them what I never deserved. Anyway, they are very happy in their way I have no complain towards them but sometimes those wounds hunt me so much, forcing me release some saline water from the corners of my eyes. But I cannot show them not even to anyone. Only my pillows and the darkness of my room partner me on those precious moments. But the morning after is truly beautiful for me after the purging of my sins from my hearts.
This reminds me of Scarlet O Harra from ‘Gone with the Wind’. After loosing her true love Rhet Butler she says to herself "After all, tomorrow is another day!”
With these thoughts I am logging off for the day. Enjoy your diwali with colours and love not with sound and pollution.
In these days Delhi look like a newly wed bride spreading so many colours that one can hardly count. This year it is something different for me as I am now with a new organization and among new friends. Life is beautiful and it never ceases to offer you surprise everyday and every moment.
This is the day when the air of Delhi can breathe free because after three days of hectic schedule today every delhities would prefer to stay back with their near and dear ones thus causing less pollution and traffic jam on the roads. Sometimes I wonder we do a lot of activities for a single day or single moment of revelry and thereafter everything comes back to the day old pattern. I do not know whether we are well equipped to at least preserve those moments or not, but they always leave a faint line of memory for years to come.
When I look back, these six years have been like a roller-coaster ride with some moment of happiness and some never ever to recollect again. Very difficult to ascertain what I have gained and what I have lost.
I think, in these years, I have found a lot of professional friends and I lost as many personal friends. Where I was wrong I never know may be I expected too much from them what I never deserved. Anyway, they are very happy in their way I have no complain towards them but sometimes those wounds hunt me so much, forcing me release some saline water from the corners of my eyes. But I cannot show them not even to anyone. Only my pillows and the darkness of my room partner me on those precious moments. But the morning after is truly beautiful for me after the purging of my sins from my hearts.
This reminds me of Scarlet O Harra from ‘Gone with the Wind’. After loosing her true love Rhet Butler she says to herself "After all, tomorrow is another day!”
With these thoughts I am logging off for the day. Enjoy your diwali with colours and love not with sound and pollution.
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