Today is Diwali, the biggest festival of Hindu culture. I’d written previously about it here, but like most muses, it is something I can keep coming back to.
But it isn’t the festival that is the muse. Instead, all the things it symbolises: righteousness, its conquest of evil, and the inevitability of this victory – these make Diwali my favourite festival. It is an infinite fount of everything that keeps us human.
So, without further ado, I present to you this poem. And, of course, wish you a very happy (and hopeful) Diwali.
Diwali (Click on the image for source.)
If it weren’t for WordPress here, I wouldn’t even remember that the last post I made on this blog was on the last day of July. Almost three months have passed since, and boy, has Life been going places!
But more on that later. Right now, it is about Diwali!
If you’ve seen any of those Christmas movies the West makes, and ‘Love Actually’ is perhaps the best one, you’ll get the sort of idea that I have of this festival. To me, it is this huge vat of joy that, like the proverbial cup, will never empty, will always splash some on you. For me, it always brings hope – for some odd reason, I feel a godly presence, for some odd reason, I reaffirm my belief that the world still is a beautiful place, and that beneath our barbaric exteriors, we’re still children running after the same thing – love – and somehow, at the end of it all, we’ll find it.
And, to that end…