Well they Diwali is the festival of lights. But thats not the impression I get everytime this festival comes. Walking down the road from the main road to my place, it felt I felt like had walked into a war. We have been fortunate enough not to have witnessed any of the wars, but this diwali really got the impression of being in one.
The cracker noise were deafening. The sky was set a blaze with a beutiful aerial fireworks. But when they lit the sky it gave me the impression of the scud missiles that we had seen during the Iraq war on TV. The noise and pollution was unbearable.
WEll I know that we have a freedom to celebrate our own festival. But should we use this freedom to poarch on others freedom. Imagine all the sick and the old, those suffering from asthma and not forgetting the kids and pets???? Do we give a second thought about them when we light these crackers????
Lets imagine all the waste of the crackers the next day were burnt rupees notes, because thats what we do. WE have burnt money. That money that we call important and something that could come handy for a rainy day.
Sometimes I wished that I could put a hex on everyone and they could get the heraring pitch of a doctor or any other animals and then let see how they would go about lighting crackers.
WEll theyu Diwali is the triumphant reurn of Lord Rama from exile where people welcomed him with lights and diyas. Well if he was returing in the present time we would feel that he returned from exile and into a war.
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