Cleaning Diwali: Enthusiasm before the festival!

- Unveiled-Jay Vasavada

- Mandatory cleaning of Diwali is not just a shameful duty of the neighbors. That is the magic of getting lost in the downhill lanes aka memories!

'Mommyee ...'

Little Joan dropped the briefcase and entered the house. Her nose smelled of fresh cookies made in the kitchen. In the midst of the setting sun, the robin bird was singing a sweet song. All the flowers were listening. Tabukada John likes such days. Seeing that, after the death of his grandmother, the grandfather who lived with John's family, whom John called pop-pop, started chanting some song, but the song after the first link was forgotten from his memory due to age.

"Spring season is approaching, and the house needs to be cleaned during the rainy season. Tomorrow is your holiday so I have to help you," Mom told John.

Jon's attention was on the sweet aroma of the cookies. Saying 'OK OK' he ran away. The next day he joined in to help Mom clean up. Cleaned doors, windows, stairs, beds, everything. Shined. Exhausted, the mother and son sat down to catch their breath, while the mother's eyes went to the old wooden chair of the pop-pop. 'Hey, this is all left! We will take out the debris and give a new one to Grandpa. '

But when the two of them went out to pick up the chairs and put them near the garbage cans in the garden, Grandpa nodded. Mom talked to Navinakkor and persuaded him. But the older pop-pop was stubborn like a child more than John. Not believed. Tired of talking when John's dad arrives, Mom goes to the kitchen.

Jon was surprised. I went to my grandfather and asked, 'Pop-pop has come, but we get nice new chairs, how old is this!'

'Son, you don't understand. Your grandmother was sitting on this chair, she was so young and beautiful, and I asked her - will you marry me? Today, when I sit on a chair and roll my eyes, I feel his presence. '

Jon wonders, he doesn't remember what happened at school today, and how can pop-pop remember such an old thing? Grandpa drove on 'and I got the news of your father's birth on the same chair. I was very happy to see that little baby, but I was scared. I used to sit here with it. And the news of your grandmother's illness years later the doctor said just when I was in this chair. Life would have been boring without your grandmother, but sitting here would have given me some relief and warmth! '

Jon became Sunmoon listening. A little snow fell on the chair lying outside at night. In the morning a garbage truck arrived, and John noticed through the window. He ran shouting 'nooooo'. Mom said ‘Mommy, don’t throw this chair like that. It's not a chair, it's a pop-pop friend! ' Mom looked in front of Grandpa. She stood beside him and wiped away the tears that came to her cheeks and prepared to drip down. 'I'm sorry!' Saying go out with John, bring the chair inside. Wipe it clean. Nicely arranged in the corner. ‘Hmm, now the room seems alive. Otherwise it would have looked pale, 'he said. Jon and the pop-pop laughed.

Krista Holder summarizes this touching story of Ocker. It is our Diwali cleanup just like the springtime cleanup. Culture is different, not Human Nature! Exactly the same feeling is evoked in Balamukund Dave's poem 'Junu Ghar Khali Karta'! 'Phamphosyu sau farifari aane haat lagyu' ya khassu, old broom, toothbrush, vali lux soap goti / bokhi (without lid) bottle, tin can, bucket kukkani, broken glasses, clip, button needle-draw! The name plate hanging by the door ... 'And then the couple's memories, unlike the first son and Little John, the son's untimely departure and the sound of memories heard from the earth!

Well, the point is that the mandatory cleaning of Diwali is not just a shameful duty of the neighbors. That is the magic of getting lost in the downhill lanes aka memories! It's as if the door to an isolated world, like Narnia's, is cracked in a glass and the photo is damp, and it opens as soon as you look at an old frame! Time travel every five-and-a-half hours!

Just think. Didn't it happen that we woke up the house on the occasion of Diwali, and found something that was lost (but not gone anywhere)? From footpaths to old sacks? From the cut fold of the sari to the ball that came out of the fur? Chand Hasino's letter has become a thing of the past like the Urdu of Ghalib's time, and has been deleted from time to time by SMS Husnao, but still there is a torn yellow letter preserved in Bewad - all the wrinkles on it are in the heart?

Diwali cleaning aka dusting activity is in a way like any latest video game of Detective Treasure Hunt. Any charger that is supposed to be lost abroad should be stuck in the back corner of the closet! Hundred points ?! If the forgotten underwear behind the wheat filling barrel turns from white to gray, it will 'hawk'! Bonus Benefits! Any pen drive or hard drive that slips as soon as the table is moved gets caught in the pile of chickens! Jackpot! Heap all that is barely inlaid, even if it falls there at night, it will be lost again! Thumbs down. Play Again!

But still in this digital age, we are not ready to consider this activity as a house-to-house key story as a culture. We think of the temple lamps or the dome of the head as culture! Don't stay!

What can happen in this clarity like 'A lot can happen over a coffee'? After clearing the line in the neighborhood with a Tiny or Mini who comes to help in the house, in the future there will be a housewife who will be cleaning the same house permanently in the future, chances are also in the past! In earlier times, considering such activities as 'female special', the mobs of the house used to sit on the dholiyo dhali hookah and fill the court with Thakur's charges.

Everything connected with Diwali is starting to change. WhatsApp messages of cards, series of lanterns, stickers instead of rangoli .. but it does not have a 'touch' of the hand. You just have to be more discriminating with the help you render toward other people. That is why handmade is more valuable than readymade. And not a single handmade thing has disappeared in Diwali yet. That is - dusting aka cleaning. Because the poorest of the poor do not need to be cleansed. The rest is up to you, and if you are very rich, the servants have to clean the car and rearrange it. Change is constant. The old face cannot be changed, but the new style can be done! Like the seasons, if the earth arrangement or colors also change from time to time, then the decoration of that decoration will appeal to the mind! Just as we feel refreshed by bathing in new clothes, so the house feels new after bathing!

Nowadays, wearing denim shorts, sleeveless tanktop, cleaning in a closed room, a modern woman spraying inside a modern spraying disinfectant spray pump, looking at Sajanwa Pew, who has entered, can sing 'No, no, I will leave work tomorrow ...' ! In a nuclear family, kebab bones or lentil cocoons are not the only ones to be stopped! Even the dusty kiss of the rusty adventure of charging and lighting in the angled environment of Rome, where everything is scattered, is a delight, man!

But if the family is united, chess can also be played in the cleanup. Some stubborn Nand or Jethani puts the work on the head of the new bride and escapes by himself, or falls down, slaps someone and slaps someone! If a philanthropist goes to help set up jars on a horse that never runs in the kitchen, the police constable will chase away the insignificant pedestrian in the convoy of VIP's car, saying 'you don't know'!

Even so, this term is the poetic of 'Muj Viti, Tuj Vitshe'. Of the stardom of the workers. Many middle-class families who are not yet accustomed to cleaning their own utensils are indigenous - in these days of workers' star power, the remote-controlled hand changes, and the housekeeper begins to grind in front of the housekeepers! Even then, when it is not over, friends call for help on the helpline of 'Ek Akela Thak Jayega, Milkar Boj Uthana'.

It's time to fellowship. Bonding with friendship. Cleaning up with friends is a test of true friendship lost in readymade gift reverses and sorry-thank you cats and not getting tired of work. When this happens the dust does not slide, but outside the house

Becomes a picnic without getting out. Even so, owning one is still beyond the reach of the average person. In the same way, the unity that grows in the shops that remain open till midnight in the hot knot feasts at night, does not grow with the membership of the association!

And there's no such thing as a Little John's pop-up memento every time in such a cleanup. With such an antique person like Amrutmanthan, you can find hundreds of rubbish bins. Like an old loan, it is forwarded year after year with interest, considering even the snakes that have been collected. A dress taken from the cell but never worn should be preserved, but an old beautiful book should be thrown away as a piece of paper!

So this is an opportunity when we can feel our home as home. Let's find out! We can touch his wounds with our hands. We can decorate it! This is the key to 'configuring' our mind's connection with accommodation. Looking at the house, touching it and taking it inside! In addition, teamwork or 'lessons' of operations that cannot be found in management books can be found at home, in Choga!

It's a lot of fun to shop around for new clothes, to share one's photos with a person who likes them after trying out one by one superior clothes, and to get back to the frenzy going on in this final Karu Pelu's mind. Shopping for things that make even the smallest house rusty, maps changing from shifting goods from one room to another, sun-drenched pillowcases on the agaci, the faint scent of lime on the walls, the lingering chirping, the chirping of the lipstick Poonam's moon-like whiteness over the cabaretta stains of the calendar! 'Bhangaaaaaaaaa ra ...' heard in the street in the voice of Saptak, the shouts of the buyers and the broom tied with bamboo!

What an old toy to throw away now, the sweet arguments and fierce arguments between the pros and cons, the re-discovery of some years old files and the four-dimensional holographic picture of the time that emerges from it!

These days are reminded every year that darkness is eternal, one has to work hard for light. Garbage is permanent, you have to work for cleaning, whether it is a human body or a palace-like building, if you keep it like this, it is going to be dirty, chaotic. Everything that is old and famous looks new when it is cleansed! One of the things is boring. It cannot be changed every year, but if we keep changing its decoration from time to time, if we keep on working hard and happily adding new ones and cleaning the old ones, it will start to look good again. The same is true of men, relationships, love!

So, there are three things to do in cleaning this Diwali. Not only a house-shop, but also a street-cleaning by putting pressure on the corporation-improvement. Two, discarding old garbage that becomes a burden not only in household but also in computer or mobile. Delete spare contacts, messages, mails, duplicate photographs, folders. We don't even know when a heap of selfies from different angles will take up all the space in mobile. This is special to do guys! Now the home-shop needs to manage it using the smartness of our smartphone. If family folders are different, friends are different, selfies are different, festivals are different, forgetfulness is different, how easy it will be to put statuses at any time on birthday or marriage anniversary.

The new takes place, and what is really useful in the old appears instead of being piled in a heap! And like that pop-pop chair, you can find things that refresh old memories, whether it is a newspaper cut or a broken writing, take a trip of some memories with it!

If Diwali is for us, it is Holi for spiders and lizards! Come on, finish the mission.

Xing Thing

Garbage Collected Wisdom Wisdom Ray,

If you empty it, we can stay!

(Rhyme of Gandhiji's time)