Finally, the most awaited Diwali festival is over. But still I could hear occasional blasts in a distant horizon. Mountains of fire crackers and explosives have been used already. I don't know whether its right thing to pollute environment in the name of celebration, but I have seen some of the worst environment pollution case on the night of the festival. There were black smoke everywhere. Those smoke then reduced the visibility. The smell of burnt match and explosives were so intense that I had to shut my door and window to to avoid suffocation and cough.
Anyways, now the nights have become calmer and noon, a warmer. The cool winter of Ahmadabad is once again in the air. Tibetan jacket and sweater sellers are here once again. With high spending Gujarati folks, I think they are doing good business. I have been there once looking for momo, but had to come back empty belly. (who said sweater sellers sell momo?) I also Couldn't meet Aja Tashi Tshomo, from whom I bought a sweater a year ago and to whom I promised to get some Bhutanese currency notes. I Hope to find her in my next visit and hand over the notes.
Besides these business, I was mostly in my room wanting to cover up everything for my up coming exams. I wanted everything in my syllabus to be on my finger tips! But unfortunately, I saw myself settling with my Facebook and blog for most of the time. They have been my best hangout place! Although there weren't any interesting stuffs, I often spent hours gazing over it.
ohh by the way, I had a very interesting chat with one of my friend who said, was undergoing a deep depression because of this thing called "love". After a good amount of analysis, I however came to know that they did not have a good, solid and credible reason other than their phone for their break up. So told told my friend to relinquish his phone to me and that never and ever use phone when he falls in love next time.
By the way, I tried my best to reunite them, but all my attempts proved futile. As my last consolation, I told him to read good books and find a companion in them. I also told him that books will never abandon and make us feel depressed. My friend, who at that moment was fully charged with emotion told me that "its painful falling in love". He also told me about a monk hood that lingered in his mind!
I told him to forget about his past and start a new beginning all over. I also told him that no reason on this earth (love included) is a reason enough to drag us to depression. I told him to come out from his infatuation state of mind and be a man. I also told him about number of frogs that we have to cross to finally find our deserving golden fish in the pond. But he said this: "I will never fish again in my life"......Few hours into our conversation, we then closed our session on a gaiety note. We would both become monk after our retirement and go for meditation. I hope he is doing fine now.
Coming back to Diwali shopping, I still did not get the book that I especially ordered as a part of Diwali shopping. Homeshop18.com said, I will have to wait for another 2 more days. Few of the light bulbs that I bought for the festival have already stopped functioning and I decided not to buy any more of such stuffs in future.
Till then, have a nice day folks. Life is beautiful. Enjoy when you are alive. Be happy and be who you are.