“Please, Mamma, may be do Ganapathi at home?”, my kids asked me.
“No way. I am not killing myself any more”, I replied. “You want to celebrate, you celebrate. Leave me out of it.”
Last year, I had sworn not to celebrate any festivals at home. All the hard work wore me out, nobody appreciated the effort, and I ended up snapping at everyone in frustration. Life became much easier after I started ignoring festivals.
And then the kids wanted to celebrate. I let them take charge; helped when they asked. We have fun.
Isn’t that how festivals should be?
We haven't yet got to a stage where we celebrate obscure festivals like this one where images of the Mother Goddess seem to be worshipped at home, but we have celebrated at least three major and many minor festivals, and had fun. Taken at the local market, in December, this forms a part of my Pictorial Flashback of 2012.