I guess no one really likes farewell parties! While you are trying to be cheerful and wishing luck to whoever is leaving; deep down, there is this feeling that you are soon going to miss them terribly. I also used to feel the same till yesterday evening.
Yesterday, we decided to be a part of one of the largest farewell parties in India – bidding adieu to Ganesha, the God, whom we had invited to stay with us for about 10 days. I have usually associated community events in India to stampedes, traffic jams, manhandling and rowdy, drunkard behaviors. I don’t know whether India has changed, or whether I have, but I no longer saw any of this yesterday.
Come yesterday night and the roads were filled with hundreds of Ganeshas sitting majestically on top of the flower laden carriages (trucks) and preceded with loud drums, colors and people swooning to the music. There was a strong rhythm in the dance, deep passion, and an intense sense of brotherhood that had transformed the night into a loud, mesmerizing party.
As we meandered through the rain drenched streets on our scooter, the energy slowly caught up on me. The biting rain was cold, but it only added to the charm of the night. Not just us, there were thousands on people on the streets, unmindful of the rain and the cold, dancing, hollering, drunk in the passion of the night.
By the end of the eventful trip, I couldn’t help but think what the celebration was all about. It was, after all, still a farewell party! Why was everybody so excited to say good bye to someone so close?
I think the excitement lies in the knowing that though he is leaving now, he will be back soon – bigger, better and with more blessings. The faith in the future even transforms the sorrow for today into a strong reason to party. After all, someone who provides so much, definitely needs to be bid farewell in style.