Missing something? Well, we don't have to be overtly saying yes, cos isn't it quite obvious? We all keep missing so many things. In summer, we miss winter and in winter, we wanna see the bright blue sky . It is like a professional missing his college, a student missing his vacation, a soldier missing his family, a teacher missing his students, a wife missing her parents and a husband missing his ex-gf . Missing isn't something that is constant. At the same time, we haven't realised that we are gaining so many things every moment which is meant to be missed in the future ! At this point even you must be feeling you are missing something. Please feel free to share them in your comments...
The other day,I happened to spot the calendar hooked at my friend's house and realised we were ushering in a series of festivals. Immediately, I felt I started missing something. I realised that I will not be a part of any of these festivities. I started recalling all these special occasions and those wonderful moments.The pick of all celebrations is the Ganesha Chaturti. The idols lined up on streets, people flocked together bargaining on their purchases, shopping malls displaying discount sales, music all over the place, colleges and other institutions decorated, the exuberance is beyond description. In my house, as usual, I am up pretty late by standards. The pooja at my place starts before the sun is out, under the aegis of dj Ash ( alias for Ashwath Shastry). Kadubus, Obbattus, Paanaka are on the house this day. Evenings I could see myself curiously expecting some chicks in their traditional attires coming home and singing songs probably to impress my mom ( you know why !!) . Then the attractions for the evening are the musical concerts and processions on every street which includes exclusive pelvic thrusts by some elite local talents, who assume the road is their stage... I miss them all !
I cannot forget the day I used to wait without sleeping for weeks, the day where I knew I would be flaunting my new attire, the day where I would be seeing light everywhere, the day where I would see happy faces all around, the day where our olfactory senses are inclined towards the kitchen, the day where we celebrate victory over evil, the day where we forget life, the day where happiness and joy is in the air, the day where children are bursting crackers, elders are lighting lamps, and grandparents are sitting in their portico remembering their childhood, the day where we meet our loved ones, the day where Gods would like to leave their hometown and come down for a while...I miss them all !
There are so many others to name. We are in August and I have realised that it is Upakarma. This was the only day where I used to do my Sandhyavandanam without levity. Next is the birthday celebration our ineffable home Diety who is the provider of courage, hope, knowledge, intellect and devotion. Who can miss out the day indicating the offset of a new year. This is the day where the sweet and bitter are consumed together as a cynosure of endurance. The list goes on and on with Dussera, Durgashtami and marriage occasions of loved ones... I miss them all !
The other day,I happened to spot the calendar hooked at my friend's house and realised we were ushering in a series of festivals. Immediately, I felt I started missing something. I realised that I will not be a part of any of these festivities. I started recalling all these special occasions and those wonderful moments.The pick of all celebrations is the Ganesha Chaturti. The idols lined up on streets, people flocked together bargaining on their purchases, shopping malls displaying discount sales, music all over the place, colleges and other institutions decorated, the exuberance is beyond description. In my house, as usual, I am up pretty late by standards. The pooja at my place starts before the sun is out, under the aegis of dj Ash ( alias for Ashwath Shastry). Kadubus, Obbattus, Paanaka are on the house this day. Evenings I could see myself curiously expecting some chicks in their traditional attires coming home and singing songs probably to impress my mom ( you know why !!) . Then the attractions for the evening are the musical concerts and processions on every street which includes exclusive pelvic thrusts by some elite local talents, who assume the road is their stage... I miss them all !
I cannot forget the day I used to wait without sleeping for weeks, the day where I knew I would be flaunting my new attire, the day where I would be seeing light everywhere, the day where I would see happy faces all around, the day where our olfactory senses are inclined towards the kitchen, the day where we celebrate victory over evil, the day where we forget life, the day where happiness and joy is in the air, the day where children are bursting crackers, elders are lighting lamps, and grandparents are sitting in their portico remembering their childhood, the day where we meet our loved ones, the day where Gods would like to leave their hometown and come down for a while...I miss them all !
There are so many others to name. We are in August and I have realised that it is Upakarma. This was the only day where I used to do my Sandhyavandanam without levity. Next is the birthday celebration our ineffable home Diety who is the provider of courage, hope, knowledge, intellect and devotion. Who can miss out the day indicating the offset of a new year. This is the day where the sweet and bitter are consumed together as a cynosure of endurance. The list goes on and on with Dussera, Durgashtami and marriage occasions of loved ones... I miss them all !
