Being Politically Correct on Diwali

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Being Politically Correct on Diwali

I wonder how many mothers yelled themselves hoarse this Diwali regarding crackers and related environmental hazards. Especially mothers of little boys like mine.

Legend has it that years ago, at the onset of Diwali, when crackers were sighted within range, I would scramble up the stairs and vanish, my hands covering my ears. (I am sure the legend is a lie, cooked up by my family to disgrace me). Anyway, soon after, I learned to not startle too much at every burst of crackers (and to hide my cowardice behind a silly grin). I also learned, in growing up years, to keep up appearances and say politically correct things like ‘I love Diwali’ and ‘I so want to burst crackers’. But those days, pollution was the least of our concerns.

In my late teens, I noticed how my old grandparents were disconcerted at the incessant noise that kept them awake on Diwali night. It was probably the first time the idea of noise pollution crossed my mind. When my grandfather walked to and fro across his room, unable to sleep, I cursed the silly people who burst crackers throughout the night, unmindful of others.

Then there was a phase of indifference: our generation became too old to get excited over crackers or flower pots or sparklers, and more busy with college and work. Noise didn’t matter, silence didn’t either.

When my son was five or six months old (and it was not Diwali season), around half past ten one night, suddenly crackers began to go off in front of our apartment. The sleeping child began to startle and scowl in sleep. I waited for a while, and when it didn’t stop, I went outside and asked the family (Dad, Mom and two children) if they could stop and continue a little earlier in the evening tomorrow. I think I put it politely.

Their response was not what I would call friendly. They were celebrating because they were back in India for a vacation, they said. My infant is sleeping, I said, and he is getting disturbed. These are only crackers, the teenager said, not bombs. The Dad took it up. These are only crackers, not bombs. I looked at the Mom. Her expression conveyed nothing. Maybe she thought I was being a spoilsport. I went back inside. After a while, the case was taken up by others from floors above who could not sleep, and a verbal battle ensued.

You got an idea about where this story is headed. Except that, it isn’t exactly headed where it should be headed.

Last year, my son learned how to light sparklers and flower pots and even rockets. We stood a few feet away, watching, as he lit each of them and ran away to safety. It is not easy to dissuade him once he sets his mind on something. He is excited that he has mastered the art of lighting rockets and crackers and all those things that go bump in the night.

This year, he looked at the horizon when the rumble began at dusk, between rains, and said, ‘Amme, there is a lot of smoke and sound pollution out there.’ A beat later, he asked, ‘When are we buying crackers?’

Anyone who has raised a child would know that to look at him and deny him that happiness (while the rest of his friends have fun outside) is not possible. Parents are torn between their love for nature and their love for their child; and you know which way the scales would tip. Anyone who hasn’t raised a child would say that this is how parents spoil children. So I don’t expect many mothers to raise hue and cry over pollution, even when we know what is right. (There is hope, however. My thirteen-year-old nephew has declared war against all Diwali stuff that pollute the air.)

Of the many hats that a mother has to wear, that of a confused hypocrite comes somewhere at the top.

By |2018-12-10T11:12:55+00:00October 24th, 2014|Festival, Thoughts|6 Comments

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  1. Tomichan Matheikal October 25, 2014 at 4:04 pm - Reply

    That's a very balanced look at the issue. On the one hand, the parents have to say No to the child and make him/her realise why No matters. On the other, the child should not feel deprived.

  2. Anonymous October 25, 2014 at 5:09 pm - Reply

    I agree that we can't deprive kids of the pleasure. We can still teach them to be environmentally conscious. We can buy them noiseless crackers which are less harmful like anars and chakris, noiseless rockets. We can also teach them to clean up the trash like the used anars, the boxes that held the crackers

  3. Anita Jeyan Sandeep October 27, 2014 at 7:04 am - Reply

    Yes yes…I am a confused hypocrite not just with my kid…but everywhere. 😀 When people say crackers cause pollution etc I felt they were overdoing this gyaan thing, because its not like we are lighting crackers every day. We are allowed to have some fun with light and sound once a year. But had I been the mother of an infant I could give you a sermon about how annoying people are on Diwali 😀

  4. Jeena R. Papaadi October 28, 2014 at 3:22 am - Reply

    I guess we have to give in – a little – until they turn ten or twelve, (but keep repeating the importance of protecting the environment) and then we can hope for the best.

  5. Jeena R. Papaadi October 28, 2014 at 3:25 am - Reply

    Well said.

  6. Jeena R. Papaadi October 28, 2014 at 3:29 am - Reply

    Actually, in the recent years, I have noticed that the sound of crackers die down around ten or latest by 11. Earlier it used to be throughout the night. Things are improving. ( About the new-found theory of pollution, I suspect it is a Western conspiracy to kill our festival. We should get together and discuss this. 😉 )

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