Indians = NORMAL.
Our festivals = NORMAL.
But Indians+ Our Festivals = That’s some epic shit :D
Enthusiasm, Excitement, and loads and loads of Entertainment.The 3 E’s that define any Indian festival. Because, we are a breed of people who love being extreme about everything.
Dressing up, being energetic, curious to know what your brother got you this year! The rituals. Shopping for the cutest Rakhis ever, because you want your brother’s Rakhi to stand out. Boys showing off their Rakhi-covered hands, and comparing, taking pride in the fact as to whose hands have the most numbers.
Sounds lame, right? But, that’s what its like to be a kid. Carefree.Over-excited.Lame as hell. And it all heightens, because,let’s face it, INDIAN KIDS.
As a younger sister, for me, Rakshabandhan was one of the most awaited festivals of the year. No, No, no sentiments. Just because I was the one receiving all the presents (haha), as a wide known fact: Gifts are to girls, what Cricket is to Boys :D
As we grew up, and life happened, Rakshabandhan became more of an obligation than a festival.
Tying the Rakhi, converted into Facebook posts; going shopping for Rakhis converted into Whatsapp Images , and presents converted into Bank transfers.
But, what didn't change, was the meaning of this festival!
The promises that a sister makes; that no matter what, her brother will always be her best friend, her lifelong confidant,her favorite person to talk to about everything.
The responsibilities that a brother takes; that he’ll protect his sister against all odds,break bones of the guy who breaks her heart, and will do anything to make her dreams come true.
A brother –sister relationship is more of a love-hate one.True!
But, dare anyone say a word against our sibling, we will rip their throats out with our teeth!
For a kid, who’s this excited for Rakshabandhan, it was difficult for me to understand the first time when my brother wasn’t home for this holiday. He was miles apart in his college, and me at home. Although, I am pretty sure, if he had been home, we would be fighting our asses off (haha), but all I could do, was cry my heart out to him over a phone call. I guess, it’s true what they say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
With time though, we begin to realize the things that actually matter, and that they shouldn’t be taken for granted like we used to, when we were a bunch of 5-year olds. Because, eventually, the beauty of every moment lies in the fact, that we have our loved ones to celebrate it with, no matter if they are towns apart. It goes without saying, "Asli maza sabke saath aata hai" [The real fun is with EVERYONE]
We have our dedicated dates to these festivals, whether it be Mother’s day, Father’s day, Daughter’s day, or Rakshabandhan. But, the pleasure is celebrating it throughout the 365 days, with the same innocent passion that we did it with, when we couldn’t even pronounce them.
Somehow, writing about it, made all those years of past Rakshabandhans, flash right in front of my eyes.
