That title does made me wonder of the authenticity of the celebration. Say, if I were to ask myself to utter the next word that comes in my own DAMN mind after hearing the names, well see for yourselves;
New Year : fireworks
Thaipusam : free food
Chinese New Year : chinese crackers
Good Friday : confession
Wesak Day : nice deco
Independance Day : roadblocks
Eid-Mubarak : empty streets
Deepavali : street parties with friends
Christmas : christmas tree
And where in the world has the spirits of these celebrations went??
Down the drain for me, I guess.. Those celebrations were good times when I was a kid..
Strange to think that why we can't celebrate the way we did when we were kids? Weren't that's where the fun really was??
Then, why we (myself, in particular) change so much that those celebrations that has such huge implications in my so-called beliefs, tradition and motherland seems too vague to me now? Am I still mising those free pencil case gifts and of those kinds??
Or maybe its just that I felt love was in the air when I was a kid.. being loved and cared for..
And now?? The ones who gave those love and care, my parents of course, are staying far away that there are no days went without me feeling the lack of their presence..
Well, its hard for me to conclude this, but I guess it all revolve around Love after all..
and yea, those words I thought of are things I love about the celebrations hehehe :-)
nihil sin nefas
