The Diwali..
What occasion could cause the best of family friends dress up for the occasion and sit in ones drawing room drinking cola./? Well….title was give away haan??
Well this is exactly what happens at my place. Our family friends..whom if we visit otherwise..or if they happen to visit us.. there are no social protocols that we follow.
I know on which kitchen shelf they store their coffee…. and they all know where do we store ours. Which is like the highest social access you may give to people in our social circle..believe me! But there comes Diwali..and we know that they are going to be dressed in their shiniest outfits..and will be sitting in our drawing rooms pretending to be uptight classy strangers…trying to strike a conversation about my future plan (Which is a hit topic in my drawing room..)
Then it comes the difficult part, when you are expected to proxy for your parents and visit all those creepy people with their little dazzle shows they put there… (I wonder if yelling my eyes! my eyes! would be a compliment). So there were the other nigams in the colony who came in to sit and eat and admit that too…
“Your mom and dad are not here…. the best chance to sit, eat,and leave quickly..” said they..and then giggling and gorging.
Welll..I would have loved that but I am instructed to call parents up in such situations.. so I did.
Meanwhile..
“So…4th year haan..”
“Yes..”
“Job or MBA”
“Still figuring out..”
and the other thing I was still figuring out was their kid’s names. Man…am I bad with names. A wrong name could be absolutely embarassing.. (for them ofcourse ! 
) Now I know they boys..and I they are two in number…
“So..how were his boards…??”
“Whose?”
“Both of them had boards..of course… yes..both of them had theirs.. How were boards for them.. now dont say Black…” Said I..giggling and sipping my coffee 
I did slip in sme humor..but they didnt get it I guess..
“Well..went well…”
“So have you decided upon a college yet..”
“Shubham is studying at Hansraj…”
“Ofcourse he is.. ya ..”
And then came my parents for rescue.. and I evaded what could have been a train wreck.
What is so good about diwali haan??? with all the cheap thrills you get from those bijli bombs.. or the shameless chinese wonders you plug in and flaunt at night.. Its so noisy..and my throat hurts because of all the smoke. Seriously… but there is something in the air.. and TV programming is at its best not to forget. Diwali has something for everyone..even for me
