The Alternative Festival of Light

This image is the aftermath image of the remains of two thousand rupees worth of Firecrackers our humble neighbours let off yesterday.  Despite this evidence, the monsoon swamped the entire show this year.
This image is the aftermath image of the remains of two thousand rupees worth of Firecrackers our humble neighbours let off yesterday. Despite this evidence, the monsoon swamped the entire show this year.

Both of the major festivals celebrated here share a core profound spiritual meaning that reflects the ultimate potential of KaliYuga: the transcendental human capacity called Enligntenment.

Depavali celebrates the return of Seetha and Rama from their exile in the forest, an event that occurs in the epic Ramayana; although the local Deepam festival is very much an expression of confidence in and love of this world, Depavali seems superficially nowadays to be the profane of these two big festivals in our local year. Depavali is a family festival about new clothes, fireworks and of course: food. Mostly Fireworks. At Deepam the inner meaning seems less lost.

As a foreigner I have the distinct impression that the modern Depavali has a basic relationship with Testosterone but I might be quite wrong about that; my friend Mo tells me that rural women are very much interested in letting off what we call DoubleBungers and certainly all the kids love a good LaxmiBangBang, but over the years my impression is that Tamil Men in particular get a tremendous big bang out of bungers. The significance of the Bang-Bangs is taken to be a reference to the Demon Villain in the epic story. The Fireworks were previously – infamously – made by children for which reason the Indian government has closed the factories down; since firecrackers are evidently marketed by politicians and is big business, the big boys now buy them from China.

The government issued a decree prohibiting firecrackers other than between seven morning and seven evening on each of the two Depavali days – Carnivore and Vegetarian, but from where I live there were crackers going off for a week; we are anarchists here.

After being as if in a war zone for days, I was curious about the introduction of some piddly little wimpy bang-bangs accompanied by great roars of satisfaction in kids’ voices; I investigated and yes, some of us here are in Testosterone-training aren’t we:

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The girls who live here both looked gorgeous:

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I was invited by some friends (who didn’t realise I was vegetarian) for breakfast on Carnivore Depavali; luckily their Tiffin Shop made dosai and tomato chutney which was delicious. I learned then that they live here in the ramshackle shop now that their home (nearby where I live) is leaking very badly; they were somewhat miserable because – although the samba for their other guest and themselves was chicken, for financial reasons this Depavali provided no new clothes and NO FIRECRACKERS!

Shine on regardless you little beauties!

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