Diwali during my childhood meant a lot to me. It was also very different from what it is now.
Diwali meant ordering sweets and savouries from the best sweet shop in town a week in advance.
It was about shopping in the crowded T Nagar streets as a family for the family.
It was that week in the year when newspapers had more advertisements than content.
It was about a first day first show thala or thalapathy movie.
It meant waking up at 4 am and keeping a 100 wala firecracker and whistling wheels to wake everyone in your street up.
Diwali meant, gobbling up home made gulab jamuns while watching new songs or special programs on tv.
It also meant showing off your new clothes to everyone around and wearing it to school the next day.
It was about going to the temple and feeding the poor for good karma.
It was about dad’s special gift and mom’s bright saree.
It was that time of the year when all the cousins and friends got together and spent an awesome time. I still remember when we used to play games with bijili, Lakshmi and kuruvi vedis, and atom bombs on the streets all day. We played the game where people take turns combining the bhijlis, lighting it up and seeing how many of them burst at the same time.
Diwali was about shooting each other with roll cap guns.
It meant, going one up over your neighbour’s 1000 wala with a 2000 wala.
It was about going to the terrace and watching fireworks in the night sky.
It was the joy in watching the whole country celebrate something along with you.
Diwali meant happiness that was boundless, where time stood still for more than a day, when reality eclipsed expectations.
From a 90s kid, to who Diwali meant the world.