Over the last few days of Diwali, we have on many occasions talked about our childhood days. My buddy Gautam is in town and we have been reliving the many Diwalis that we spent at Jagriti farm late at night after the Rajas had gone to sleep creating havoc with fireworks. For us the month leading up to Diwali was a month of planning and excitement. We would start collecting the bits and bobs that would aid in the extensive experimentation that went on every year during the festival of lights. Fused light bulbs, old curtain rods, clay pots, wire baskets, petrol, bricks, etc were collected and stashed, ready to educate us in the basic laws of physics and chemistry with some athletic training involved as well.
There were always 5 of us on these adventures, Warren, Nasser, Sumit, Gautam and myself and there was always loads of adventure, laughter, stupidity and noise all translating into great fun. Gautam, Sumit and I have gotten closer and have stayed in touch, but somewhere along the way we left Warren and Nasser behind or maybe we went in different directions. Last I heard, Warren was a chef in a cruise ship somewhere in the South Atlantic and Nasser was developing software in Jeddah.
I would like to say to them that Bangalore and Whitefield has changed so much that a Diwali like that seems a million years away. I am glad that we lived in Whitefield at a time when we could do stuff like that and really enjoy our childhood. It is a time we will all cherish.
I hope we all meet again soon.
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And I hope we don't stagger away from that meeting blind, burned and deaf - the way we were after every Diwali!!
Ah those trol bombs. How I miss them. I tried a few here this year in the park but got chased by the Parks Constabulary. It is just not the same as Airport road with Jagriti to hide in.
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