Yeah right, Moving on…

Came across a newspaper article today. A round up survey conducted on the female species between ages 20 and 60 in Chennai on their preferred attire for Deepavali. I do not yet know whether I should be guffawing, rolling on floor laughing or sitting stricken, sadly contemplating the screen. I chose to choose the last inevitable option – blog on it. Since it was inevitable, there was actually no choosing that was done anyway.

The ‘ladies’ in all the true sense, you know those ‘drumstick-and-wafer-thin “girls” and the plump-pumpkinny “girls”, all of them preferred “traditional” attire on this festival. You call a saree traditional? I mean has Chennai, stressing again, Chennai become that cosmopolitan-metropolitan-whateverpolitan that it feels like sarees are ancient, yet traditional dresses, while the usual wear became skirts-pajamas-capris? Say that about any other place, but Chennai !?

I have always been living under this impression that I was close to heart at being dravidian-aryan-Indian as I was comfortably cushioned in Chennai, the capital of the “Temple State” of one of the most ancient and culturally most advanced nations in the world, and here comes the poke rite in my butt. Ok, maybe not butt, but surely where it hurts.

And to add intensity, the “girls” ( I can’t get over that, girls at 60 and talking about clothes for their 80 year old parents, again them being girls and boys, I guess ) could not wait to tell those who would be stupid enough (yeah, like me) to read, about all the heavy accessories that they can’t wait to wear. Heavy? Maybe made of granite, limestone, iron and carborundum. Am bemused, can’t get that many heavy stuff into my mind to suggest. Guess, I will leave that to the commentators.

Forget even the traditional crap, but can’t you get something intelligent to say about the most widely celebrated Hindu festival in India? How about vowing to keep off crackers, or at least crack less. After all, all they do is add to the pollution, frighten street dogs and scare motorists. How about vowing to eat less on that day. Come on people, how many kinds of sweets can you all eat on that one day? And come off that shopping-shopping-!@!#$ attitude.

For a change, give something this Deepavali, than take. Share. Smile and yeah, sleep. Even with all that noise, sleep and dream. Dream of bursting crackers, stuffing yourselves with sweets and what not, dressing up, dressing down, whatever. Just dream, don’t do it.

Know what, I just thought about the post-last option to my reaction on reading that article. I should not have bothered my already muddled mind about it. I should have moved on. What’s my problem anyways, right?

Moving on.