I like christmas. I especially like it this year because it falls on a tuesday, and eid fell on the previous friday. So IF I had bunlked the right days (saturday and monday) I would have had a 5 day break. Well even if I dint take a 5 day break its still very nice. Everybody else seems to be on a break and everybody seems happier and this work one day break one day is quite fine.
I also like christmas because all TV shows and movies turn warm, fuzzy, pretty and white. (white only in the TV of course. I would be v shocked indeed if there was ever a white christmas in Bangalore) and then there are sales sales sales! (even if i never do buy anything having spent all my time staring at the sales signs in my daily traffic jams) and everything is in red and white. (and apparently this red and white is not attributable to coca cola as the convincing urban legend suggests). I like the carols though there are no carollers near where i live, but there is the radio.
How much fun would christmas or any festival really be for me without the enthusiastic retailers. I realise that I was never a big fan of the festivals or the holidays when i was younger, when hoardings and season sales had not acquired the frenzied pitch they have today. Festivals or holidays meant wearing silk purplish pink monstrosities and visiting aunts and uncles and have cheeks pulled. But now everything is different. There are ads, posters, hoardings, offers, jingles, TV specials. The carrollers and happy faced celebrators are all a button push away.
I can go home to a christmas-tree less christmas-light less christmas-party-plan less house and still be part bo the festivities. They will not let me not be. The hoardings, the radio, the store windows and the santa caps being sold at traffic junctions will serve to cheer and jeer.
I also like christmas because all TV shows and movies turn warm, fuzzy, pretty and white. (white only in the TV of course. I would be v shocked indeed if there was ever a white christmas in Bangalore) and then there are sales sales sales! (even if i never do buy anything having spent all my time staring at the sales signs in my daily traffic jams) and everything is in red and white. (and apparently this red and white is not attributable to coca cola as the convincing urban legend suggests). I like the carols though there are no carollers near where i live, but there is the radio.
How much fun would christmas or any festival really be for me without the enthusiastic retailers. I realise that I was never a big fan of the festivals or the holidays when i was younger, when hoardings and season sales had not acquired the frenzied pitch they have today. Festivals or holidays meant wearing silk purplish pink monstrosities and visiting aunts and uncles and have cheeks pulled. But now everything is different. There are ads, posters, hoardings, offers, jingles, TV specials. The carrollers and happy faced celebrators are all a button push away.
I can go home to a christmas-tree less christmas-light less christmas-party-plan less house and still be part bo the festivities. They will not let me not be. The hoardings, the radio, the store windows and the santa caps being sold at traffic junctions will serve to cheer and jeer.
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