Diwali is only for grandma!

- Progressing Story, Progressing Diwali, Progressing Festival, Progressing Ujas...

Da Dima celebrated Diwali with a bang. Todle todle Umbar Umbar, Gokhale Gokhale, Tulsi Tulsi, Kyari Kyari, Paniyare and Navani everywhere lights are lights. Diwali is everywhere you look. And all the ghee lamps.

The heirs continued such a Diwali in memory of the grandmother. But then Ghee disappeared. So started oil lamps. Tried all the oils in turn. Gone, the oil too.

Next, we tried the water lamp. No water, no cotton. Alas, the electricity became so elusive that even the smallest bulbs began to flicker.

Heirs thought. Diwali should be celebrated not for us, but for the memory of grandmother.

Then a poor man got an idea. The thoughts of the poor are useless. No one even asks the poor for his opinion. Not in Diwali. Whether one asks or not, thoughts come. What do the poor poor do?

If you have an idea, put it into practice, the chief leader himself once said, in daily lectures, in frequent lectures.

The poor revealed the idea to the poor. Where else can the poor express their thoughts? And if it is revealed, who will listen to the developing pace? Leaders should have the habit of playing balls that no one hears! If the poor people close their ears, they have to listen.

Yes, Addal Gharib presented Addal idea.

He says: Alayo! Why do we need lamps? And what is the need for ghee?

Look, look, greeting trips, blessing trips, festival trips are going out everywhere. For them, a festival is a festival. Sit on the throne or feast. abdication or festival. Whether the election starts or the festival wins the election or the festival.

In the night processions of those festivals, so many, so many torches shine, shine, that only the light of the lights of those journeys will bring Diwali home to us. The glimpse of the same celebration means the Diwali of our people, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink! That is our country, that is our hope.

Birbal remembered.

When the light of Akbar's intellect fades, Birbal's light shines.

The bet was taken. A man stood in the ice-cold water. won

Officials say: 'He won't be called, he has got warmth from the light of the glowing palaces around him.'

Emperor asked Birbal: 'Is that true?'

Slightly fueled down. just a little Raised bamboo above. Put the khichdi to cook on a high place so that there is no fire or scalding.

Badshah says: 'What is Birbal doing?'

Birbal says: 'I solve your question, your curiosity, your doubt. If the khichdi remains cooked, then the questioners are right.'

- Harish Nayak