By now i guess Mrs Khurana’s make up would have disappeared,and Mr khurana’s as usual anger of having a bad looking wife has been returning on his wrinkled face. Beauty ends.Character lives.Hope Mr.Khurana would realise this before i meet Mrs Khurana in the next diwali.Anyways,the timing is perfect,to write something, something,to bring some fun in the environment, resulted post diwali night,the lull,and nothing could b more profitable and exciting than writing a post here.History says.
From the time, when i bought firecrackers till my dad’s bank balance looked as clean as Rakesh Roshan’s head.From the time,when by mistake,Mrs Jha’s sweet’s packet loaded with kaju-burfi(on the back of the cover with a “i miss you”) created an earth quake at my home,from the time,when my three consecutive rocket bombs made Mishra’s garden like a battle field.it may leave street dogs restless for the whole night.it may leave me to watch dil hai ke manta nahi thrice.I understand all these,i have been through all these,but trust me when i say,a year with out a Diwali is like enjoying Navratra but there are no girls around
you .Still, good, but no excitment.
A time to break away from clients,sales, and the direction in which my life is heading in, and rather an unusual moment when i secretly pick up the hot gulab jamun from puja ki thali before puja,and burnt my finger,still a scar on my shortest finger.
You smell Diwali is around the corner,when you see,ladies from age 15 to 75,start washing stuff from a spoon to all bed sheets,from windows to the bottom of sofa sets 3 weeks before.
The swapping of sweets with friends relatives is another domain lives upon recycling resources only a woman can possess-Mishra aunty gets kaju burfi given by Jha uncle.The mad angle packets from Sharmas gets a place in Saroja aunty’s house.
Firecrackers are an integral part of Diwali.Its all great.Unless your bestest of best neighbour’s most beautiful daughter’s skirt got burnt.And your mother takes it too seriously.
Knowing my nature,my mother’s view on use of firecrackers would b as hot as Bipasha’s legs.Really.So me being a great admirer of anything “hot” i planned to rocket some rocket this Diwali.
A day before Diwali i strolled upto my mother as she was standing in the kitchen,when six sharp knives were around here,seeing the surroundings,i thought to b a little chill,soft,and you know how to please a mother when you want a favour.I murmurmed-”mummy iss baar phaataka for te hain”.
Mummy-Chup rah!!yaad hai kaise tu ne Richa ka dupatta jala diya tha,bechaari bach gayi bas!
Me-Mummy chill,wo to mein ne jaan bhooj ke kiya tha!!
The permission was gained only when i told her that i would nt b jalaying anyone this time.Grown up maa.trust me.And marry a girl of her choice.Ladies sorry.
Note:- I have no idea why the second rocket yesterday night jumped on Mrs Juneja’s shoulder.Chill.Mrs Junejas later came and mutttered this-kya hua aunty abhi nai forega phataka to kab? Her ways of looking at things in an extremely positive ways has made me so positive that later in the night i dreamt of dancing with her 27 years old beti.
The aarti thing is another noisy affair at home.With the selective prayers singing led by my father,who considers himself just after K.L. sehgal.My mother who sits just next to him during that and closed her eyes thinking of my father(husband comes before God in india) and killed me after yelling this-tu aayega ya nai,ya smoke kar raha hai,when my father is around me.Chill.
Anyways, need to take my lunch its already 3pm.and i hope by next diwali you would b reading me somewhere else.
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