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Diwali celebrations - A revolution


I have always attached Diwali festival with lots of crackers, Diyas and auspicious pooja and mouth watering sweets. It is a perfect atmosphere for the loved ones, family and   friends to catch up and light the crackers or immerse themselves in lively chatter or sumptuous sweets.

But today all of a sudden I wonder what has happened to the charm that Diwali came up with. Gone are the days that I used to wake up by the noise of laxmi bombs or heavy crackers. I waited for the clock to tick 12 so that I will hear some noise. But my wait was futile. It was pitch dark in my society. The lights that they put up on the main assembly hall for the festival was also switched off. I went to sleep after wishing my parents and husband.

 Next comes the Phones. Long back, I used to count number of calls that brightened our morning on the Diwali day. It used to be a marathon as if people were standing in the line to wish us for the auspicious day. Now people have migrated to virtual wishes. Now I have to sit and count the number of messages that I received in Whatapp and other such social networking / chat applications. Phew!! Is it so interesting? I wonder.

 There were definitely people ushering into my house to wish but their eyes were glued to the phones. They were typing the ‘thank you’ or ‘wish you the same’ messages to their friends and loved ones rather talking to the person opposite them. What happened to those days? Wish I could just rewind or go to no technology mode.

Definitely we are addicted to the virtual world and are unaware of its consequences. Days would come when we would see the pictures of sweets and families on the networking apps on the Diwali day and feel satisfied. Neither I would be surprised nor would I complain.         


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