Diwali - the festival of lights is one of the most beautiful
festivals in the world. For those of you who don’t know, it marks the return of
Lord Rama from his 14 year exile in the forest. Neither is this post one of
those knowledgeable ones, telling you why Diwali is celebrated and the history
behind it; nor is it one of those where I try to extract negativity from the littlest
of things, and in this context - rant about the pollution during Diwali. For a
change I’ll be optimistic in my writing, as I am in thought.
Also, I've been told by quite a few people that my writing has become rather morbid and dull, lately.
Diwali is a festival of hope. The lights to me, are symbolic to having a light in your life during darkest times. The exploding colours in the dark sky give me peace (excluding the sound that is). The dazzling bursting fireworks in the sky, are symbolic to you having to burst out into pure brilliance, and prove your potential to people around you. The colourful sky during Diwali is inspirational, it narrates a life story in its own way. One way of interpreting it, is the one I just mentioned. The other – the birth of a young, to its death – the final burst of colours.
I am not one of those who bursts crackers. I sit back and enjoy the show, sitting on the terrace of my seven-floor building with a camera in my hand – trying to capture the perfect moment. The perfect moment of what would define my life, and that perfect composition that would describe what I try to convey to you, in this post.
Just as the crackers burst in the sky
in the blink of an eye,
life is too short -
go explode, make it large.
So, this Diwali, don’t be trapped in the void you create for yourself, come out to the world of optimism and show who you really are.
Happy Diwali!
Also, I've been told by quite a few people that my writing has become rather morbid and dull, lately.
Diwali is a festival of hope. The lights to me, are symbolic to having a light in your life during darkest times. The exploding colours in the dark sky give me peace (excluding the sound that is). The dazzling bursting fireworks in the sky, are symbolic to you having to burst out into pure brilliance, and prove your potential to people around you. The colourful sky during Diwali is inspirational, it narrates a life story in its own way. One way of interpreting it, is the one I just mentioned. The other – the birth of a young, to its death – the final burst of colours.
I am not one of those who bursts crackers. I sit back and enjoy the show, sitting on the terrace of my seven-floor building with a camera in my hand – trying to capture the perfect moment. The perfect moment of what would define my life, and that perfect composition that would describe what I try to convey to you, in this post.
Just as the crackers burst in the sky
in the blink of an eye,
life is too short -
go explode, make it large.
So, this Diwali, don’t be trapped in the void you create for yourself, come out to the world of optimism and show who you really are.
Happy Diwali!
