Celebration or Annoyance?



Before I begin this blogpost, I'd like to declare that I do not intend to hurt anyone's cultural or religious sentiments. I'm posting this out of pure annoyance!!! Call it a virtual tantrum or just an angry post.. I don't care!!!!! When after a day of monotony and boredom, I sit to watch a movie with my mom, I can't hear anything. I can't hear anything because a group of enthusiastic (or probably overenthusiastic) people are saying goodbye to Ganesha….preparing to throw him away into dirty water disrespectfully! Yes, you have the right to do what you want to, but don't I have the same right? If by enjoying your right you're killing mine, is that okay? I was going to post this on Facebook last night, but I was scared. I was scared because everyone is not like my best friend who says "who am I to judge?"
I was scared of being judged for what I am and for what I am not.
Today, I am a little more annoyed than yesterday, and therefore, a little less scared of judgement.
I became curious about the significance of festivals fading, or rather, merging into a single version of annoyance. In our country where there are so many festivals, everything looks and sounds the same. Today, I am not sure if people around me are celebrating Diwali, dussehra, Ganesh chathurthi or somebody's wedding. All these occasions have noisy firecrackers, deafening sound of drums and maybe even alcohol. Was this the original spirit of these festivals? If it was, then pardon my earlier use of harsh language. If it wasn't, then maybe we should stop and look at what we have been doing. My apologies to anyone who felt angered or hurt by what I said. I have to step out and interact with a lot of people tomorrow so I hope no one is offended. Good night and god bless!

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