Deepawali: From Sacred Light to Spectacle – A Journey Through Time

Deepawali: From Sacred Light to Spectacle – A Journey Through Time

Deepawali: From Sacred Light to Spectacle – A Journey Through Time

Deepawali, or Diwali, stands as one of India’s most cherished festivals, symbolising the victory of light over darkness, knowledge over ignorance, and good over evil. According to Indian mythology, Deepawali wasn’t merely an excuse for revelry; it was a solemn ritual to honour divinity, family unity, and the cyclical rhythms of life. But as we witness it today, has the essence of this festival faded amidst the bright lights of commercialisation and indulgence? Let us revisit the roots of Deepawali, examine how it was traditionally celebrated, and reflect upon how it has transformed over time.

The Mythological Essence of Deepawali

Deepawali’s origins are richly woven into Indian mythology. It is widely believed to mark the return of Lord Rama, his wife Sita, and brother Lakshmana to Ayodhya after fourteen years of exile and his victory over the demon king Ravana. Ayodhya was lit up with thousands of diyas (earthen lamps) to welcome the triumphant return of the rightful king. This act of lighting lamps is rooted in the symbolic representation of the jyoti (light) of righteousness overcoming the tamas (darkness) of ignorance and evil.

शुभं करोति कल्याणं आरोग्यं धनसंपदा ।शत्रुबुद्धिविनाशाय दीपज्योतिर्नमोऽस्तुते ॥

“Salutations to the lamp which brings auspiciousness, prosperity, health, and the destruction of the intellect’s ignorance.”

This shloka reminds us that light itself embodies prosperity and wisdom. Deepawali is a festival inviting divine blessings into our homes and hearts, urging us to dispel our inner darkness.

The festival is also associated with the worship of Goddess Lakshmi, the deity of wealth and prosperity, symbolising that true prosperity lies in spiritual and moral wealth, not just material abundance.

Traditional Celebrations of Deepawali

Historically, Deepawali celebrations spanned five days, each day with its unique significance and rituals. Families would come together to clean their homes, make traditional sweets, and adorn their surroundings with oil lamps. The rituals, simple yet profound, encouraged mindfulness and self-reflection, grounding people in their familial and spiritual ties.

The prayers, conducted with sacred chants and offerings, were intended to invite blessings upon the family and loved ones. Celebrations were dignified, and moderation was key; the festive spirit embraced simplicity and introspection, reinforcing community bonds and family unity.

ॐ असतो मा सद्गमय:तमसो मा ।ज्योतिर्गमय:मृत्योर्मा अमृतं गमय ॥

“Lead us from untruth to truth, from darkness to light, from death to immortality.”

This prayer speaks to the very essence of Deepawali—moving towards enlightenment, harmony, and an eternal consciousness of divine grace.

Deepawali Today: A Journey from Reflection to Indulgence

In recent times, however, Deepawali has increasingly become a commercialised festival, where the ritualistic and introspective aspects are often overshadowed by ostentatious displays of wealth and lavishness. What once was a celebration of spiritual triumph has, for some, turned into an excuse for indulgence and excess. The diyas have often been replaced by electric lights, and the thoughtful prayers are drowned in the noise of firecrackers.

The spiritual practices that once encouraged inner reflection are increasingly replaced by material pursuits. Homes are decorated not as much for Lakshmi, but for show, to outshine the neighbours. Firecrackers light up the night, but in doing so, they obscure the serene glow of oil lamps. The environment, once carefully preserved and respected, now bears the brunt of excessive noise and pollution during this festival.

क्षय्यन्ते कुटिला: पापा दीप्त्या दीपस्य दीपके ।तस्माद्ध्रुवं शुभं दीपे दीपोत्सवमनुत्तमं ॥

“The crooked sins are eradicated by the light of the lamp, hence the lighting of lamps during the festival is truly auspicious.”

But in the light of endless firecrackers, the purity of diya light, meant to symbolise clarity and spiritual purification, is nearly lost. The lamp, once a symbol of renewal and reflection, now competes with louder, more garish displays.

Bridging the Past and Present: A Call for Authentic Celebration

To restore the true spirit of Deepawali, we must reflect on what the festival genuinely signifies. Let us remind ourselves that the light we celebrate isn’t just physical illumination but the spiritual enlightenment that brings harmony and goodwill. Our celebrations should be meaningful and in tune with nature, honouring the earth rather than harming it.

Consider celebrating Deepawali as our ancestors did—lighting earthen lamps, offering prayers, and reflecting upon our actions. Let this be a time to foster inner peace, and extend that peace to our communities, our environment, and ourselves.

यत्र योगेश्वरः कृष्णो यत्र पार्थो धनुर्धरः ।

तत्र श्रीर्विजयो भूतिर्ध्रुवा नीतिर्मतिर्मम ॥

“Where there is Lord Krishna, there is truth and virtue; where there is righteousness, there shall be prosperity and success.”

This shloka reminds us that true prosperity and victory lie in righteousness and harmony. Perhaps, we can use Deepawali to restore balance in our lives, to realign with values that transcend material wealth and bring forth inner joy and clarity.

Rekindling the Light of True Deepawali

Let this Deepawali be a journey inward, a moment to rekindle our values and reawaken our cultural roots. By embracing traditional values in our celebrations, we don’t merely light up our homes; we illuminate our lives with a joy that goes beyond the transient glow of fireworks. Let us aspire for a celebration that brings peace rather than noise, simplicity rather than extravagance, and harmony rather than harm.

In the end, Deepawali’s message is clear—it is an invitation to renew ourselves, to cleanse our inner and outer worlds, and to celebrate light in its most divine form. May the lamps we light this Deepawali lead us from darkness to true understanding, inspiring a future where tradition and modernity coalesce to create a celebration rooted in mindfulness and meaning.

 Divine Mercy, Education, English Literature, Faith, Festivals, Festivities, Honesty, Indian Mythology, Indian Philosophy, Literature, Reflections

Echoes of the Past, Whispers of the Future: A Retiree’s Journey Through Time

Echoes of the Past, Whispers of the Future: A Retiree’s Journey Through Time

As I sit in the quietude of retirement, the silence often magnifies the echoes of my past—those vibrant years filled with friendships, laughter, and shared dreams. The stillness of my current life contrasts sharply with the bustling energy of my youth, where every day was a new adventure, every friendship a treasure. This juxtaposition stirs a longing within me, a bittersweet yearning for the days gone by and a contemplation of the days that remain.

Loneliness, in this stage of life, is a companion I never anticipated. It’s a feeling that creeps in slowly, like the evening shadows lengthening across a sunlit room. The bustling notifications on social media, once a source of connection, have dwindled, leaving behind a stark realization—many of those who once shared my journey have moved on, caught in the whirlwind of their own lives. The lively morning messages on WhatsApp have become fewer, the voices of my friends now echo from a distant past.

Childhood friendships, those bonds forged in innocence and unburdened by the complexities of adulthood, often come to mind. I remember the days spent playing in the fields, the laughter that echoed through the school corridors, and the unspoken promise that these friendships would last forever. But time, as relentless as the river, has carried us in different directions. Many of those friends are now but memories, their faces blurred by the passage of years, their voices a distant hum in the cacophony of life.

As I grew older, new friendships formed—each stage of life bringing its own circle of companions. In college, there were late-night discussions under the stars, dreams shared over cups of tea, and a camaraderie that made the world seem full of possibilities. Then came the professional years, where colleagues became friends, and the bonds were strengthened by shared goals and the pursuit of excellence. These friendships, too, have faded with time, as we all moved on to different phases of our lives. The few that remain are like old trees—strong and enduring, but fewer in number.

In my youth, I was unstoppable, filled with the vigour of life, my days packed with purpose and ambition. I recall the long hours spent at work, the sense of accomplishment that came with each milestone, and the joy of seeing my efforts bear fruit. There were friends during those days who shared in my triumphs and stood by me during my challenges. We were bound by a shared vision, and our friendships were a source of strength and encouragement. But now, as I stand on the other side of those busy years, I find myself missing that energy, that sense of belonging that came so easily in the past.

Retirement has given me the gift of time, but it has also left me with the burden of introspection. The memories of youth and friendships past are like chapters in a book that I revisit often, each page filled with the faces and voices that once filled my world. But with each turn of the page, I am reminded of the loneliness that now fills the spaces where those friends once stood. Yet, amid this loneliness, there is a longing for the future—a desire to make the most of the years that remain. I am 64, still full of energy and ambition, and I refuse to let these feelings of isolation define the rest of my life. I have plans, dreams yet to be realized, and a determination to continue contributing to the world around me. My consultation company, though still in its infancy, is a beacon of hope, a project that keeps me grounded and gives me a sense of purpose. Writing has become a refuge, a way to channel my thoughts and experiences into something meaningful. My books are not just a reflection of my past, but also a bridge to the future—a way to leave a legacy that will outlast my days.

I also find myself contemplating my expectations from friends and family in this phase of life. From my friends, I seek understanding and connection, a rekindling of the bonds that have withstood the test of time. I long for those deep conversations that once flowed so easily, for the shared laughter and the comfort of knowing that someone out there still cares. From my family, I hope for love and support, but also for the space to pursue my own path. I don’t want to be seen as a burden; instead, I wish to be valued for the wisdom and experience that I still possess. In the grand drapery of life, each chapter carries its own essence—woven with experiences, challenges, and the inexorable march of time. As I reflect on my 38-year career in education, I am filled with a sense of accomplishment, but also a deep awareness of how life has changed. For two decades, I had the honour of serving as a Principal, a City Coordinator, and a mentor to countless students, parents, and teachers. My journey was one of conviction and clarity, much like Arjuna’s path guided by Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita. I sought to inspire and uplift, to blend young minds with the principles of dharma and the pursuit of knowledge. My role was not merely administrative; it was the crafting of futures, the shaping of destinies, much like the potter who, with gentle hands, moulds the clay into a vessel of purpose.

Now, as I navigate the waters of retreat, I find myself at a juncture where the river meets the ocean—vast, unpredictable, yet full of potential. I have poured my energy into building a consultation company, a new endeavour that, like a sapling, is yet to reach its full bloom. Alongside this, I have written four books, each a testament to my enduring love for literature and the power of words. These accomplishments are the fruits of my labour, but they also serve as reminders of the changing seasons of life. I built a house in Ludhiana, crafting it with care, much like a sculptor chiselling away to reveal the masterpiece within. Yet, I find myself living with my son in a different town, away from the sanctuary I had created. This dislocation mirrors the feeling of being uprooted, much like the banyan tree whose roots, though deep, must adapt to new soil. However, there is solace in the laughter of my grandson, whose presence is like the blooming of a lotus in a tranquil pond, bringing joy and peace to my heart.

But even as I cherish these moments, a shadow of uncertainty lingers. Despite my abiding energy and professional acumen, I find myself confronting the harsh realities of ageism. The world, in its haste, often overlooks the wisdom of the elder, much like how the mighty oak is overshadowed by the blossoming cherry tree. My applications for assignments often go unanswered, not because of a lack of merit, but because the world perceives my 64 years as a sign of decline. It is in these moments that I am reminded of Bhishma, who, though bound to his bed of arrows, still held the wisdom of ages.

Fiscal concerns are another reality that weighs heavily on my mind. Without the cushion of a pension, I am like the lone boatman navigating the currents of a vast river, uncertain of the journey ahead. While I have made efforts to humble my expenses, the bills continue to arrive, a constant reminder of the material world we inhabit. The Bhagavad Gita teaches us the importance of detachment, but it is a lesson easier said than lived when the mind is preoccupied with thoughts of sustenance and survival. In the grand scheme of things, retirement is not an end but a continuation—a new chapter in the Mahabharata of my life. The transition from a role of authority to one of perceived irrelevance is challenging, yet it is also an opportunity to explore new avenues, to redefine my purpose in the grand cosmic play. Life, much like nature, is ever-changing, and it is in this flux that we find our true selves.

As I look to the future, I am reminded of the transient nature of life—a concept so deeply ingrained in Indian philosophy. Like the leaves of a tree that fall and make way for new growth, I know that my time will eventually come to an end. But until that day, I am determined to live fully, to cuddle the opportunities that come my way, and to cherish the moments of connection with those who matter most. I find solace in the words of the poet Khalil Gibran, who said, “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.” My role now is to be that bow—steady, strong, and supportive, while allowing those around me to soar. And as I continue on this path, I carry with me the memories of the past, the hopes for the future, and the enduring belief that there is still so much more to give and receive in this beautiful, complex, and ever-changing world.

Mr. Prashant Kumar Lal, Author -Recipient of Shiksha Rattan Award 2007

(Mr Prashant Kumar Lal is an accomplished author and retired school Principal. Over his distinguished career in education, he has guided countless students with wisdom and dedication. Now, in his retirement, he channels his passion for writing into a diverse range of books, including Image of my Experiences – a book of poetry, Speeches from the Desk of the Principal, Physics Test Series for Class XII, and The Legend of Inara Wali. Residing in Bangalore with his wife, Agnes, also an author, he continues to inspire through his words and his commitment to education).