It began with the Ruet e Hilal Committee convening to sight the Ramzan moon on the eve of Rafi's death anniversary ( making me speculate whether they were humming Khoya Khoya Chand as they peered at the sky, all myopic eyes, or it could be they preferred
chaand mera dil chaandni ho tum
chaand se hai door chaandni kahaan laut ke aana hai yahin tumko jaa rahe ho tum jaao meri jaan
And then Ramzan ended with the introduction of Instagram to my life. There are some in
my part of the world who live a life of diaspora and adopt "rap culture", feeling a
commonality of interest, a synergy of energy if you may say, with them. Me, I have adopted
the "Muslim social" and embraced a very Mehboob Khan Eid, with Nasir Hussain films
providing the sound track to my month so far.
As Ramadans go this has been the most beautiful so far.
Or so I might say every year.
When it comes to spirituality I fall under the Cake khaane ke liye hum kahin bhi jaa sakte hain school of thought, eager to gather all the crumbs that fall off our "multicultural" table.
But this year has been calmer. Minus the odd rant or two. But as I was telling someone the other day, I would go to bed fuming and wake up humming Raat Gayi Baat Gayi
And The Toddler didnt get screamed at the whole month.
Eid was lovely. Friends are the new family. There were new traditions and some old, just as the Eids of my childhood. There were the same mid-day screams of "Dont Want to Wear This" but this time around I was the furious mother chasing a child as he escaped a starched kurta. And hark! was this my tongue that uttered the Fine! So No One Goes And We Will Stay Home, See If I Care
But I did calm down by the next day (on what we call the Baasi Eid, loosely translated as
LeftOver Eid) to take these images from around our house, so from our house to yours.
Eid ki Dilli Khushiyan Mubarak.
|Infuser: Madhubhan Khushbu Deyta Hai|
|The ubiquitous sanskari photograph: Tasbeeh and jaanemaz courtesy M Aid. No not Muslim Aid. Mother's Aid.|
|and our Eid cheer includes Haathi Mera Saathi and Jal Bin Machli|
|Attar dan. This time courtesy Grandmother's Aid Package|
|Shaadi ka batwa and kangan. for the Kirron Kher Yeh lo Shagun Ka Karha moments in life|
|Remember when Eid meant trunk calls and not bulk emails?|
|A basket to hold my jazbati risaley|
|And we end this episode with playing some tunes|
|We leave this weekend for our travels to a continent far, far away. So I leave you with good wishes for the Ganesh Chatruthi fortnight. Wishing you all the gift of good books, luck, and health. And food, lots of good food!|
|And this is The Toddler in his Eid finery all Insta-grammed. Just for this year one will not be remiss labeling our apartment Armaan Manzil, and him Achan Mian|