The month of Diwali was here again.
Another year of difficult choices.
Another month of bargain.
“Why do you want to go home on Diwali?” My boss asked.
Looking for an appropriate answer to his (stupid) question, I stood there dumbstruck.
“Why do people go home on festivals after all?” I wondered!
May be he is right.
Or may be he doesn’t have a life beyond work!
Whichever the case was, he still gave me a choice, which was not.
“If you are off on Diwali then you will be working on Christmas and the New Year. Are we clear?” He asked.
So now I had to choose between Lord Ram and Jesus.
Why do I even have to do that?
Why does it have to be this way?
Seriously, have I really reached this stage in life where I have to choose which incarnation of God do I want to celebrate with most zeal and fervor?
Is this all happening for real?
And while I was struggling to look for answers to all these questions, my boss clicked his fingers, asking me “what? Where are you lost?”
In a fit of panic and disgust alike, I shrugged and said: “nothing boss! I choose Lord Ram!”
(He burst into laughter as if I had cracked a joke.
I thought aloud: Boss, the joke’s on you!)
Anyway, the bargain was done and the deal was made.
I somehow managed to negotiate a three-day holiday to be with my family on Diwali.
But two months from now, when most of you will be relishing the plum cakes while lighting candles and listening to Carols inside a church, I will most likely be sitting inside my office, whining over this time when I was made to choose between the incarnations of God.
So for now, Happy Diwali y’all.