As I fix my stare on the wet dog basking himself in the morning sun at my front porch, I feel content and pleasantly surprised at his rare obedience...for the verdict I took on his behalf this morning - to give him a ‘Christmas shower’! Not the fancy shower, adorned as a blessing on a mom or bride-to-be, but the ‘bath’ shower. From my humble observations and knowledge about dogs, I can tell- THEY SIMPLY HATE IT!!
Growing up, I looked forward to Christmas as a school kid. Local channels on TV played Christmas choirs and hymns all day and broadcast short documentaries on the life of Jesus. Winters would typically be filled with excitement of the school holidays ahead and marked the end of the painful final exams. For me, anticipation of the Christmas celebrations at school was a quick mood-booster. The whole school would be adorned with beautiful Christmas decorations, carols, beaming lights and life-like miniature statues depicting the birth of baby Jesus in Bethlehem. Chocolates and cakes would be distributed to children, but the most awaited part would be Santa Claus himself! There would be speculations on which of the teachers or sister would be disguised as Santa, dressed in the most vivid red costume and long white beard tucked in his big fat belt. He would storm into the playground with his adorable moves and a bagful of chocolates and a Christmas jingle playing in the background.
I cherished going to school in general- Holy Child Convent, nestled in the beautiful Chandmari hills of Guwahati. Not merely because it was a place where we learned to be intellectually smart and accomplished individuals, but also for the fun part and games (during recess!). The sports, festivals, extra-curricular activities, science projects and all the incessant chatter during lunch-break about teachers, bollywood movies, rules and the not-so-fun-part of keeping up with studies and homeworks -all of this made school a cool place.
When you have studied in a convent school, the Christmas spirit kind of stays with you for as long as eternity and reminds you of the presence of an all-pervading faith in God and the good times. The traditions remind us of how God came as a man in the flesh to take away the sins of the world, and gifts repeat the story of the three wise men that came to adore the Christ child. The whole idea of the world celebrating this centuries old tradition, in whatever small ways or big, makes me hopeful that officially and universally- It is the time for good cheer! Even the most hopeless of souls, immersed in apathy would smile on receiving a Christmas gift from a colleague or friend. I once read somewhere, “Christmas traditions don’t have to be…well…traditional”. Perhaps you came from a family of non-believers and you have never celebrated Christmas. But that shouldn’t stop you from doing the things you love, not because it’s Christmas but because its almost the end of a beautiful year of your life. Just like I found my new love for writing my own blog today besides cleaning my dog, here’s hoping you find your numerous other love stories awaiting to happen each day…Merry Christmas!
Growing up, I looked forward to Christmas as a school kid. Local channels on TV played Christmas choirs and hymns all day and broadcast short documentaries on the life of Jesus. Winters would typically be filled with excitement of the school holidays ahead and marked the end of the painful final exams. For me, anticipation of the Christmas celebrations at school was a quick mood-booster. The whole school would be adorned with beautiful Christmas decorations, carols, beaming lights and life-like miniature statues depicting the birth of baby Jesus in Bethlehem. Chocolates and cakes would be distributed to children, but the most awaited part would be Santa Claus himself! There would be speculations on which of the teachers or sister would be disguised as Santa, dressed in the most vivid red costume and long white beard tucked in his big fat belt. He would storm into the playground with his adorable moves and a bagful of chocolates and a Christmas jingle playing in the background.
I cherished going to school in general- Holy Child Convent, nestled in the beautiful Chandmari hills of Guwahati. Not merely because it was a place where we learned to be intellectually smart and accomplished individuals, but also for the fun part and games (during recess!). The sports, festivals, extra-curricular activities, science projects and all the incessant chatter during lunch-break about teachers, bollywood movies, rules and the not-so-fun-part of keeping up with studies and homeworks -all of this made school a cool place.
When you have studied in a convent school, the Christmas spirit kind of stays with you for as long as eternity and reminds you of the presence of an all-pervading faith in God and the good times. The traditions remind us of how God came as a man in the flesh to take away the sins of the world, and gifts repeat the story of the three wise men that came to adore the Christ child. The whole idea of the world celebrating this centuries old tradition, in whatever small ways or big, makes me hopeful that officially and universally- It is the time for good cheer! Even the most hopeless of souls, immersed in apathy would smile on receiving a Christmas gift from a colleague or friend. I once read somewhere, “Christmas traditions don’t have to be…well…traditional”. Perhaps you came from a family of non-believers and you have never celebrated Christmas. But that shouldn’t stop you from doing the things you love, not because it’s Christmas but because its almost the end of a beautiful year of your life. Just like I found my new love for writing my own blog today besides cleaning my dog, here’s hoping you find your numerous other love stories awaiting to happen each day…Merry Christmas!
Superlike Mitali. I enjoyed reading the entire piece. Keep up the good work and hope to see more such article in future.
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Deletefestivals are important for us as mortals to rekindle the sense of hope and happiness in our lives. hope, of a better tomorrow , strives on the happiness in persueing your passion today. here's hoping you weave a web of memoirs with your new found penchant for writing. A great read, keep writing :)
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DeleteProud of this one sis! Thanks for bringing back good old memories!
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DeleteIt's so beautiful...proud of you, our Mitz ;) Keep writing your heart out and make yourself and your readers happy and alive!
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