Saturday, November 6, 2010


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Celebration, as per dictionary is defined as a joyous diversion from the mundane lifestyle of a group of person, who gather to share the happy occasion.

And as I started writing on this topic, my memory took me back down the lanes of memory, specifically about 15 years back.

It was that time, when I had just started college and we were staying in Delhi.

The hosue we stayed in, on one side of the house, another house was getting built. And the owners of this place had appointed a chowkidar on the premises, just to keep an eye on the premises. The chowkidar made a little "jhuggi" for himself there and lived there with his wife and 2 little kids.

On the other side of the our house was a big mansion style house. We never interacted with the residents of that house but had heard stories from sevaral neighbours that the owner was a big shot businessman, had a wife and 2 grown up kids and a mistress who stayed in the same house. His own family lived on the ground floor and the mistress lived on the top floor.

And my own family was going through a difficult phase then. My dad had a big loss in his business and therefore, there were no buisness souveniers or cards that went out with dad's name that year. Deepawali was also not a grand affair for all my brothers and sisters that year.

So, it was the day before deepawali and my mom was standing out on the "verendah". My mom has this habit of silently observing people and what they are doing, without actually interacting with them.

The chowkidar's family was pretty known to us. Often the wife would do small errands for my mom and my mom often used to pass over left over food and clothes we kids outgrew to her. On that particular day, my mom had given some of the sweets she had made for Deepawali to her too.

So, as the day started getting dark, the kids helped their mom put some candles around their jhuggi and decoaret it whatever little trinkets they had managed to gather. they had even made a little kandeel out of some colored papers and little sticks. Then they all went inside the jhuggi and did their pooja. (My mom could hear them singing and chanting)

When they were done with the rituals, chowkidar's wife started getting the choolha ready for evening dinner. Because the jhuggi was a small place, so they cooked outside.

She had made the dough for rotis, so her kids helped her make rotis, the chokidar got some onions and green chillis and the wife roasted some potatoes in the choolha after the rotis were done.

And the excitement of the kids, on having a family meal at the end of the day was clearly visible. So, then they all sat down and ate their dinner. And then the chowkidar's wife divided the sweets equally into 3 parts: 2 for the kids and one for her husband.

The kids then went ahead with whatever stock of fire crackers they had.
And as the chowkidar and his wife sat down to eat their sweets(the chowkidar shared his part with his wife) and watched their kids enjoying the fire crackers, the look of contentment and happiness on their face was priceless. As if, that was the only moment that mattered in their life.
This was the Diwali celebration for them.

And the my mom took a look on the other side of our house, to the big mansion.

It was glittering like a bride, from all the lights that had been put on it three days ago.
The owner was seen few minutes ago, all dressed up and leaving in his big black car.

The older kids in the house were also gone with their friends

The only one remaining in the house(it seemed like) were the 2 females, who were related to each other through one common factor but never spoke to each other.

The neighbours seemed to avoid talking to anyone in this family, so the house looked kind of deserted, despite all the lights and decorations.

When mom came inside, we all got together and started getting ready for the poojan. My sister had made a beautiful rangoli in the pooja room using henna, haldi and gulal.

My other sister had decorated the pooja spot using anything and everything she could find around the house.

Bhai helped papa to get everything needed for the poojan ready, including the diyas, roli chawal, dhoop, mithai, chandi ke sikke, lakshmi ganesh idols, papa's ledger book and some new currency notes.

We all sat together and did the poojan. Papa gave us all some gifts (which he did every year) and then we all sat down for dinner. Mom had planned the menu such that each one of us had a special favorite item there.

Exactly on the same day a year later, I was feeling really down since the situation had hardly changed at our end and didn't feel like doing anything for the preparation of the festival. That's when my mom narrated this whole incident to me and gave me this beautiful lesson which I remember till date:

"Celebration in life is not about having big things and big moments. It's all about being happy for what we have and who are with us at that moment. So learn to celebrate these special times for what you have today rather than looking for things and reasons to celebrate"

The lesson and what my mom observed that day remains in my heart and my mind till today.
So, don't ever let the celebration in your life fade away.
Have a great festival season and celebrations.

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MindfulMeanderer said...

What a lovely story. Touched me.
Huggs. Happy diwali

Saro said...

beautiful, mothers have a lovely way of adding perspective to everything mudane.. good luck for batom!

Jaspreet said...

A very touching post! I agree with the message that you don't need "big things in life" to celebrate.
A child's smile can provide you with such relief that no amount of riches/luxury can-it's all about feeling happy and satisfied from within which,in most of the cases, is related to intangible things/blessings that God has already given to all of us in abundance-we just need to realize. A very nice post. All the best :)

Shruti said...

Very touching!! Superb post!!
Celebrating with things that we have give the utmost satisfaction!

Amity said...

what a touching story and yes, the simple things in life make us happiest!

Happy Diwali and yes, this is really a pompous celebration in your place every year!
all the best!

Brijender Singh said...

So true and so poignant that it could only have been true and honest.
You are right in saying that it is the smallest of things that actually matter the most in life.
Really liked your direct and earnest expressions.

Md. Muddassir Shah said...

That is a nice story.
I totally agree that you dont need big things in life to celebrate. It is always the small things that matter.
Small things can make and break relationships and small things bring in a great different to a celebration.

Keep blogging,
Shubh Diwali :)

Md. Muddassir Shah said...

That is a nice story.
I totally agree that you dont need big things in life to celebrate. It is always the small things that matter.
Small things can make and break relationships and small things bring in a great different to a celebration.

Keep blogging,
Shubh Diwali :)

astrosunilnomy said...

very true, this is a good lesson indeed, will keep this in mind my entire life ! u sort of opened my eyes to reality to be happy ..thanks for the wonderful post

Anonymous said...

:)This one warmed my heart. lovely story Parul.
Simple things , simple words are the most joyous . Best of luck to you

Ms.Meduri said...

touchin story :)

thanks for making us realize that those small li'l things in life are the most beautiful :)

All the best :)
Here is my celebration:
Ms. Meduri- Celebrations

sarah said...

wow, a heart warming tale. and i can identify a lot with your mom...there is construction going on near my house and i love to silently watch d masons at work..those silent moments actually teach a lot of lessons in life.

Dil se said...

@MindfulMeanderer: Shruti: Thanks. And I hope you and your family also had a great Diwali.

@Saro: Thanks for the appreciation. yes, mothers do have a really special of teaching life's important lessons.

@Jaspreet: I am glad you liked it. And all the best to you too.

Dil se said...

@Shruti: Thanks for your kind words.

@Amity: Thank you so much for your appreciation.

@Brijender Singh: You are right, the incident I narrated is true. And so is the lesson I learnt.
I am glad you liked it. Thanks for your appreciation.

@Md. Muddassir Shah: A very Diwali to you too. That exactly was the message I was conveying and I am glad you liked it.

@astrosunilnomy: Wow, that's a big compliment for me, the one about making you realize to be happy. I am happy the words struck with you.

Dil se said...

@tikulicious: Thanks for stopping by and your kind words. I am glad you liked the story.

@ Ms.Meduri: I am glad my words were able to make that impact. I am honored.

@sarah: Thanks foe your kind words. And it is interesting to know that you share that trait with my mom. and yes, those silent moments do teach you a lot.

Someone Is Special said...

Lovely story.. It touched my heart.. Celebrations should never fade away.. Good luck for BAT and do stop by, Someone Is Special - Celebrations

--Someone Is Special--

Kanupriya said...

Beautiful post. Your mom taught such a lovely lesson for life :).Its true, we learn the importance of celebration esp. when we dont get to celebrate it the way we used to do it earlier. Celebration does not mean parties or big bang bashes, even a small moment spent well with loved ones can be an occasion worth celebrating.

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Kshitij said...

Very very pretty message you passed :)

Thank you so much. It was a wonderful concept... using extremes (and even the center) to relate to 'celebrations'... and finally show the strata did not really matter.

Good luck ji.

adarshs said...

it was so simple...yet so beautiful...gr8 work...