Indians call deepawali ( a row of earthen lamps) a festival of light.
Me says, it’s the victory of sound demon on earth. I used to be one of the worshippers of this demon before I crossed my twenties.. that is on my twentieth birthday I had to say goodbye to crackers courtsey a shivering ball of furs, about 16 inches or so high from ground.. my pet.
She taught me how inhumane the torture is on other living beings. While we crack those stupid crackers with loudest possible sound other living beings suffer.
Good that she persuaded me to give up crackers. Because ever since last ten years I have started to cherish the feeling that I am not a part of these demon worshippers. These superior, intelligent beings (actually dumbest beings ) who believe that they are smart and do the dumbest things. Like harassing others for fun.
The crackers which can be finished up before the bed time of others start to come out of their sick closets past bedtime.. I could imagine their ghoulish faces lightened up with ecstassy of bothering others.. sorry, I just cant make any other picture of these people.. they remind me of the ghoules I have seen in a movie who used to crawl out of sewerage when every one was sleeping… to eat people.. the only difference is that these ghoules eat our brains.. a thing which they sure need in extra proportions. I personally believe the dumber a person is the more addicted he is to loud sound…..
When we were children we had strict instructions of finishing all sound crackers on diwali before ten p.m. then we were worshippers of goddess of light not sound demon.
I only feel truly unhappy when cops or fire fighters perish to put out the fires set by these brats (some times middle aged brats too, I have seen people as old as forty years bursting crackers). Like six fire men perished when they went to put out the flames in THE SAME BUILDING for the second time on dipawali night.
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