Here in India we have the festival of lights, Diwali. These days it wouldn’t be wrong to call it the festival of sound as well. Sometimes I think, it would be right to call it the “Money Burning Festival”. I’ll tell you how.
“It’s not about the money. It’s about sending a message.” As the Joker put it aptly. What we’re doing during this festival, is just that. Burning money. We light crackers (or as some would say, ‘burst’ them) all through the evenings. Some people don’t stop till 1 in the morning. But why do we partake in this act of futility?
Because a lot of us don’t fucking care. We don’t care about the people and animals who we are troubling. We don’t care about the air and the environment we’re destroying. It’s evident in Delhi, where the air quality index has more than doubled since Diwali started. In Mumbai, where I live, the pollution isn’t that bad because it’s near the coast, while Delhi is in the interior.
This year I did not light a single cracker, nor did my little sister, who would, until last year, put up tantrums if not allowed to light some. But others? Oh well. What kind of message do they want to send?
As a sidenote to anyone reading this who is not acquainted with practices in India, it’s not a tradition to light crackers during diwali. Since centuries people only used to light lamps, candles and diyas, in remembrance of Ram’s return to the city that he ruled. But during the early 19oos, some apparently sociopathic businessman who was into the matches industry started promoting crackers as a way to ‘celebrate’ the festival. And a lot of us Indians have fallen prey to this sinister plan of his, not bright enough to understand that it’s a waste of money and resources, and in no way does it represent the spirit of the festival. So until there’s a reform, feel free to burn your money and send a message !
Courtesy : Effusion Of Perceptions
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