First of all, enough with the cheap firecrackers. Apart from the fact that gun powder smells great, everything about them pretty much sucks.
But now that Diwali’s over, bye bye loud bangs and hello food!
Where I stay, family and neighbours spend days making these sweet, savoury, strange shaped things, and then exchange them with one another in steel and plastic tiffin boxes. That way, we get to try and compare everyone’s treats for weeks, long after Diwali’s been and gone.
My granny makes the best Diwali food. Jussayin.
Happy Diwali Eating xx
It’s awesome to have guests over, especially if they’re not from Pune. This means that I get to explore my city and behave like a tour guide. So much fun.
Also got to take some great pictures (after ages) of quaint little shops on Centre Street.
Pooja shops are awesome. Quite wonderfully, they sell both Hindu and Muslim religious items, so you’ll have rudrakshas placed next to bottles of ‘oud’, bottles of rangoli colours and Durgah cloth, voodoo dolls and peacock feathers, hair oil as well, and lots and lots of kaajal.
Then we’ve got the kolhapuri chappal shops. Arguably one of the coolest and most fashionable type of footwear in the world. And comfortable as well, though it may be some time before the chappal adjusts to your feet (my beautiful bright yellow ones made my feet bleed for a day, but ‘karna padhta hai’. They fit perfectly now).
Rajasthani handicraft shops have popped up all over M.G Road, and though it’s a pain to haggle with sly shopkeepers, they do have some great stuff.
On the 25th of January, Fergusson College celebrated its “Traditional Day”. Although this is an annual event, I hadn’t been able to make it for the previous ones, and having heard so much about this day, I decided to go armed with my brand new 50mm lens.
I have never seen college like this. Everyone was going crazy, especially the girls in 9 yard saaris. They danced like nobody was watching, even though all the men couldn’t take their eyes off them. The students from the north east and the foreign students from the middle east (poor sentence structure = rhymes) were celebrities for the day, with cameras following them around wherever they went. Smiles and sweat went hand in hand and, well, it was a blast.
I’ve quoted a dear friend of mine in the title of the post- Tanmay Arora.
That’s him, by the way.
Anyway, I hope my 50mm lens and I managed to capture the spirit of the day in these photographs. x