There is a Christmas carol that goes like
“Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree of all the trees most lovely”
I wanna sing all these Christmas carols so loudly that the whole building could hear it. I know it’s a little too early to talk about Christmas, since we just got over with diwali, but I can’t stop thinking about it, coz I have finally realised that its never again going to be the way it was two years from now, Now for many years to come ‘My Christmas’ is going to be dry like last years, where I had to attend the Christmas in a language I dint even understand.
I guess that’s the worst part of staying away from family, you enjoy the freedom, u enjoy the laziness, u enjoy the dirty rooms.....but when it comes to holidays and festivals all you do is just miss family, you miss the childhood days, when you lived with your mommy and daddy and annoying siblings, because you are brought up in a way to love those holidays... and all of a sudden u are on your own, with no mommy or daddy or the annoying siblings...
I remember Christmas two years from now when I was still in school and lived with mom and dad and my annoying sibling and when I STILL lived in DELHI, my job was always to force my family to go out and buy Christmas decorations and new clothes ... a week before Christmas ... yeah I can still picture it ... on the 21s of December every year, Christmas carols by Boney M playing on the stereo in my room with full volume so that it would be heard all over the house I’d be singing them, making snowflakes, snowman out of thermacol and cotton, and my sister unwillingly helping me with it , and then putting up the Christmas tree – the best part, and decorating it, putting green Reith all over the house, putting up big stars in all of the balconies, putting up lights all over the house, I never gave up until the entire living room was covered with red, green and golden stuff. Mom making all sorts of Christmas cookies, Dad making all varieties of Christmas cake known to man and I like a robot helping both of’em and decorating the house as well. And then we’d have the carol singers come to our house and sing the best of Christmas carols. And on the eve of Christmas all four of us would just sit in the living room, sip hot chocolate/coffee along with the cookies and admire my work and then go to sleep early....so we could get up for the midnight mass late night.
We’d all get up at 10 and leave for church by 11:00, and the offering in the church would go on for two hours, filled with Christmas plays and carols- yet again. And then after the offering everyone would wish each other a very happy and merry Christmas, irrespective of the fact that whether they know them or not and then we’d have cake and tea in the church at 2:00 am and sing loudly and then go back home and sleep.....
And then on Christmas morning we’d all get up late and as lazily as possible get ready and go to some cousin’s place for “The Christmas Gathering” where every damn family member in Delhi would come with guitars and keyboards , everybody will get together and make the most amazing lunch ever, coz it was not a party hosted by a family it would always be a gathering so the meal would always have a dish from every family . And then we’d play games everyone the kids, the teens, the adults everyone and sitting on rugs with eight to ten of us kids trying to fit under one quilt, basically sitting anywhere we could squeeze ourselves into in that room where everybody sat and have coffee, cakes , cookies and listen to all the grandma stories told by our parents ........ I miss those days
Last Christmas was the worst one ever, even though my friends tried to make it as special as possible , by filling the stocking that I had hung in my hostel with gifts and loads and loads of chocolates I loved them for that, something was missing, even my room was decorated and I had a two feet Christmas tree standing on my table, it was not the same......coz it’s no fun decorating a Christmas tree that is not taller that you are, and no Boney M Christmas carols and plus attending the Xmas offering in a language I had no clue about was sad damn sad.
And what’s more sad is that kind of Xmas is never ever going to come back coz even this year too I won’t be able to go back to Delhi for Xmas coz my parents are going out of Delhi to celebrate Christmas, and I’ll once again be stuck with that two feet Xmas tree with no carols... and after this year and the years to come I am always going to long for those red green and golden Christmas, coz now all us kids have grown up and gone our separate ways to different parts of the world.....leaving behind just memories.
But I’ll still hope for the Christmas where everyone is there, maybe 6-7 years down the line when half of us cousins are married, where we are all sitting in a big room at someone’s place sipping hot chocolate and having ‘Christmas cakes and cookies’.
Yeah I know I know.... it dint make much of sense to hope for something that’s a thing in the present past.....but like I say.... Nothing ever does
“Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree of all the trees most lovely”
I wanna sing all these Christmas carols so loudly that the whole building could hear it. I know it’s a little too early to talk about Christmas, since we just got over with diwali, but I can’t stop thinking about it, coz I have finally realised that its never again going to be the way it was two years from now, Now for many years to come ‘My Christmas’ is going to be dry like last years, where I had to attend the Christmas in a language I dint even understand.
I guess that’s the worst part of staying away from family, you enjoy the freedom, u enjoy the laziness, u enjoy the dirty rooms.....but when it comes to holidays and festivals all you do is just miss family, you miss the childhood days, when you lived with your mommy and daddy and annoying siblings, because you are brought up in a way to love those holidays... and all of a sudden u are on your own, with no mommy or daddy or the annoying siblings...
I remember Christmas two years from now when I was still in school and lived with mom and dad and my annoying sibling and when I STILL lived in DELHI, my job was always to force my family to go out and buy Christmas decorations and new clothes ... a week before Christmas ... yeah I can still picture it ... on the 21s of December every year, Christmas carols by Boney M playing on the stereo in my room with full volume so that it would be heard all over the house I’d be singing them, making snowflakes, snowman out of thermacol and cotton, and my sister unwillingly helping me with it , and then putting up the Christmas tree – the best part, and decorating it, putting green Reith all over the house, putting up big stars in all of the balconies, putting up lights all over the house, I never gave up until the entire living room was covered with red, green and golden stuff. Mom making all sorts of Christmas cookies, Dad making all varieties of Christmas cake known to man and I like a robot helping both of’em and decorating the house as well. And then we’d have the carol singers come to our house and sing the best of Christmas carols. And on the eve of Christmas all four of us would just sit in the living room, sip hot chocolate/coffee along with the cookies and admire my work and then go to sleep early....so we could get up for the midnight mass late night.
We’d all get up at 10 and leave for church by 11:00, and the offering in the church would go on for two hours, filled with Christmas plays and carols- yet again. And then after the offering everyone would wish each other a very happy and merry Christmas, irrespective of the fact that whether they know them or not and then we’d have cake and tea in the church at 2:00 am and sing loudly and then go back home and sleep.....
And then on Christmas morning we’d all get up late and as lazily as possible get ready and go to some cousin’s place for “The Christmas Gathering” where every damn family member in Delhi would come with guitars and keyboards , everybody will get together and make the most amazing lunch ever, coz it was not a party hosted by a family it would always be a gathering so the meal would always have a dish from every family . And then we’d play games everyone the kids, the teens, the adults everyone and sitting on rugs with eight to ten of us kids trying to fit under one quilt, basically sitting anywhere we could squeeze ourselves into in that room where everybody sat and have coffee, cakes , cookies and listen to all the grandma stories told by our parents ........ I miss those days
Last Christmas was the worst one ever, even though my friends tried to make it as special as possible , by filling the stocking that I had hung in my hostel with gifts and loads and loads of chocolates I loved them for that, something was missing, even my room was decorated and I had a two feet Christmas tree standing on my table, it was not the same......coz it’s no fun decorating a Christmas tree that is not taller that you are, and no Boney M Christmas carols and plus attending the Xmas offering in a language I had no clue about was sad damn sad.
And what’s more sad is that kind of Xmas is never ever going to come back coz even this year too I won’t be able to go back to Delhi for Xmas coz my parents are going out of Delhi to celebrate Christmas, and I’ll once again be stuck with that two feet Xmas tree with no carols... and after this year and the years to come I am always going to long for those red green and golden Christmas, coz now all us kids have grown up and gone our separate ways to different parts of the world.....leaving behind just memories.
But I’ll still hope for the Christmas where everyone is there, maybe 6-7 years down the line when half of us cousins are married, where we are all sitting in a big room at someone’s place sipping hot chocolate and having ‘Christmas cakes and cookies’.
Yeah I know I know.... it dint make much of sense to hope for something that’s a thing in the present past.....but like I say.... Nothing ever does
2 comments:
I can promise you one thing. I will find out where the mass takes place in English in Pune...and let you know...at the earliest...And as for the philosophy that i always have to get it on with...lol ..."All good things come to an end..because there are too many good things to experience.." So await good things dear...jus around the corner...
Well even Im not an avid blogger...coz maybe Im not very good wid my writing than my scribbling but I like to read...I like to read the events...the event which happens to someone like our very own circumstances...to which u can relate urself...something more than coffee shop n bus stop...I really-really liked this one very much...n its more sharp now coz Christmas n chill both can be felt in my spine now....
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.Keep writing....Its great...write something for this seasons Christmas too....
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