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The influence of Hinduism is all over the church and our lives beyond its stone walls: We wear saris and dhotis to church, light traditional lamps, apply sandalwood paste on our foreheads, and choose auspicious days to schedule important events. Our girls sport the round dots resembling Hollywood laser-sight spots on their foreheads, and every Christian in the south celebrates Diwali with the same fervor as any Hindu

This Diwali never forget my friend, every cracker you burn becomes the ink in the pen that will sign the death warrant for your children and all the children in the world.

Honest wealth (Devi Lakshmi) can’t come and stay in a home where someone is infected with the Asurrah of lust.

Mere seene pe rakho haath ki dil roshan ho Mujh ko diwali manaane ki ijaazat de do

Diwali is about setting goals, not accumulating gold. As Lakshmi comes from Lakshya, meaning Goal.

Recently, the Google Internet search "Diwali greetings" was the second-most popular search worldwide during Diwali.

You cannot celebrate the festival of light before combating the darkness within

Diwali is a festival of light and hope, not of pollution and death.

This Diwali; empower someone to enjoy the Festival of Lights, by making their life bright.

On an average, we celebrate 4-5 festivals per month. There are the major ones like Christmas and Diwali and then there are minor ones like whatsitsname-get-drunk-and-dance-in-front-of-temple-near-bomanahalli festival.

Diwali (Lakshmi Pujan/Amavasya) is the darkest night of the year. And our ancestors have taught us to overcome darkness with light. When the moon is not shining, neither the sun, sky is dark; India glitters. Proud of being part of such a wise and one of the finest tradition. Diwali is practicing "तमसोमा जोतिर्गमय" . . . Happy Diwali to all. May der b light in your life. . .

done it. However, just prior to the teacher's arrival, someone had a brainwave. He planted a Diwali bomb with a

Through Diwali should flow what flows through instruments: music;of life Through Diwali should flow what flows through music:Happiness

Gertrude reckoned sherry had been as much to do with Myrtle’s early retirement as had the demands of celebrating Diwali.

No more Christmas, no more Hanukkah, no more Ramadan and Diwali.

All we can do is stand up for what we believe in, be a good person, and do our best not to harm anyone in the process.

And then, as if overnight, we’re of marriageable age. Suddenly, we’re not girls in need of protection but women, and being very single was our very own fault.

You cannot celebrate the festival of light before combating the darkness within

Inequality is everywhere, Niki,” Diya continued. “Even in Seattle. Some countries are simply better at hiding it.” I smiled weakly. She was right. But it didn’t make it any less difficult to see up close.

Being in love wasn’t just about how you felt about the other person. It was how you felt about yourself when you were with that person. It was knowing, without a doubt, that you were living each day as the best version of yourself.

Sonnet of Festivals Christmas isn't about the decorations, It's about compassion. Hanukkah isn't about the sufganiyot, It's about amalgamation. Ramadan isn't about the feast, It's about affection. Diwali isn't about the lights, It's about ascension. Our world is filled with festivals, But what do they really mean? Celebrating them with cultural exclusivity, Makes us not human but savage fiend. Every festival belongs to all of humanity, For happiness has no religious identity.

Diwali was the Festival of Lights. The celebration of the goodness in this world over darkness. A holiday that could be whatever anyone wanted it to be. And for Sam and me, having first fallen for each other on Diwali, I knew it would always be the day we celebrated our love for each other, too.

(I also barely understood Punjabi, nor did I speak Hindi or any of the hundreds of languages spoken across the subcontinent.) It was a land of unknowns, a place that in my mind existed in the past, a history book of where our family came from. The thought of facing the place for the first time without my parents was suddenly making my heart race.

He blinks several times. The house is spacious and beautiful but feels sterile to him, just like their lives. He doesn’t notice it as much when Asha fills it with her chatter and laughter, but even then, it never feels as full and rich as the family get-togethers he remembers from childhood. This is the life he envisioned, the life he hoped for, but somehow the American dream now seems hollow to him. Just a few weeks ago, his family back home was all gathered for Diwali dinner at his parents’ home, at least two dozen people in all. Krishnan was the only one missing, so they called him, passing the phone around so each could wish him a happy Diwali. He had been rushing out the door that day when the phone rang, but after hanging up, he sat motionless at the kitchen table with the phone in hand. It was evening in Bombay, and he could close his eyes and picture the millions of diyas, the tiny clay pots holding small flames lining the balconies, the street stalls, and the shop windows. Visitors came to exchange boxes of sweets and good wishes. Schools closed and children stayed up to enjoy fireworks. Ever since he was a child, it had been one of his favorite nights of the year, when the whole of Bombay took on a magical feel.

...Secularism has two meanings: the Western concept makes a clear distinction between functions of the State which includes politics and functions of religion which are confined to places of worship, public or private. This is the concept that Nehru accepted, preached and practiced. The other concept was equal respect for all religions. This was propagated and observed by men like Bapu Gandhi and Maulana Azad and lasted as long as the two men were alive. After that it deteriorated to a mere display of religiosity. If you were a devout Hindu you went to a Muslim dargah or threw an Iftar party to prove you were secular. If you were Muslim, you celebrated Diwali with your Hindu friends. Secularism was reduced to a sham display. Time has shown that as far as secularism is concerned, Nehru was right; Gandhi and Azad were wrong.

There are so many ways to exit towards the Light, but with my luck, I'd be the one electrocuted by Diwali lights. Or the one who cracks her head falling off a footstool. I'd still be a jester, leaving the audience with a stitch in their sides.

But each year, Bali is allowed to rise up above the ground. His arrival is marked by many festivals such as Diwali in north India and Onam in Kerala. It is a time of bounty and prosperity. To get the harvest to the granary, Bali has to be killed, like all Asuras. Only when shoved underground, will he return the following year, nourished by Sanjivani Vidya, with yet another bountiful harvest.

What has been missed out here is that the Indian traders of eastern India have discovered the Monsoon patterns many centuries before Hippalus. It was their knowledge of the wind patterns in the Eastern Sea that helped them navigate to Southeast Asia with the retreating Monsoon in late October and sail back to India with the advancing Monsoon in May. The event of starting off the sea voyage is still symbolically celebrated in Odisha as the festival of Bali Jatra (voyage to Bali). The festival is celebrated on the full moon of the Hindu month of Kartik (fifteen days after Diwali).

With the glorious flames of compassion in your heart, embrace the goodness from all religions. Taste the love of Christmas, the radiance of Diwali, the brotherhood of Ramadan, the feast of Sukkot and assimilate anything that appeals to you. The end product of such acceptance is a peaceful human society, filled with joy and cheer.

Kis ki khatir main jalaunga diya is dil ka, kaun aayega mere siine ki viiraani mein.

Zehn mein jab bhi diwali ka khayaal aaya hai Lams us shokh ke jal utthe chiragon ki tarah

Light up your Diwali With great pleasure and wonderful happiness Because it's come at least one in a year!!

On the verge of a scandal. Had broken up with her deadweight boyfriend du jour. (Oh god. Let it be that!) Or maybe she was just being a run-of-the-mill pain yet again, and my parents wanted to vent about it before they ran off to whatever function was on that evening.

She knows very well what a dating app is. Niki, are you on the Tinder? The Bumble? The Hinger?” I smiled, even though I was irritated. Clearly, they’d done their research before the big talk.

Mom narrowed her gaze at me. “And when do you see all these boyfriends and girlfriends? On the bus home from work? Do you sneak them into your parents’ house after you come straight home every day?

And it simply wasn’t fair. I did everything right, and she did everything wrong. Jasmine spent all her money to live that city life and travel the world over, while I dutifully stayed home to save money for the future, to be there for our parents.

I stopped myself before that very unflattering train of thought could run away again. I loved Jasmine more than anything, honestly. I didn’t actually begrudge her happiness. I just wished that I had managed to find some happiness, too.

Until you are stuck in an Indian traffic jam of speeding cars, rickshaws, scooters, and occasional livestock, you can never really know what it’s like.

Even though Diya was privileged, she was still a woman, and sexism cut through everything—class or caste or socioeconomic status—no matter the industry. No matter the country. Back home, tech was notoriously male, and although strides were being taken to make the industry more equitable, there was still a way to go. At my old company, the board of executives that had mandated that ten percent of the company be laid off was made up of one hundred percent men.

They all lived within a stone’s throw from the gurdwara, went to Punjabi school twice a week, and hung out together afterward at one another’s houses—watching Bollywood movies or Punjabi dramas, or practicing bhangra dances they made up and performed at folk festivals and celebrations.

So, you don’t think you were meant to lose that job?” Sam whispered. He moved in closer to me, his elbows resting against the guardrail. “That it was the universe’s way of forcing you to look for one you will love even more?

What about all the women and girls who didn’t have that option? And not just here in India, but even in the US and the rest of this whole damn world? My head spun, thinking about all of them. Wondering if the world would ever fucking change.

felt his breath hot on my neck. My body was roaring. I was not myself. I was not Niki the good Indian girl who obeyed her parents, whose life revolved around her career, who never let herself get carried away. I didn’t know where the hell she’d gone, but without her, I felt lost and free in equal measure.

Fun, giggly Jasmine thought she could go around doing whatever she wanted her whole life, and then tell me not to? How was that fair?

Maybe she didn’t feel like she owed Mom and Dad, but I did. I still lived under their roof. Everything I had was because of their sacrifices, and if they wanted me to be their good Indian daughter, I needed to be.

Jasmine had made them cry harder than she’d ever know, their bedroom door shut, their voices only audible to me when I pressed my ear hard against the wall.

So of course I had to be the good daughter. Live my life the way they wanted. I didn’t want to cause my parents that sort of pain. I had to think carefully about how not to make those same mistakes, to be the calm in the storm rather than the hot, dizzying puff of air that caused it.

two bridesmaids’ lack of compassion and awareness over their own privilege was nothing short of astounding. Not everyone could afford to holiday at beachside resorts and eat out at restaurants. Until recently, they were luxuries my own family wasn’t able to afford.

Our presents on Christmas morning were minimal, our school supplies the generic brand, our extracurricular activities limited to those freely available through the community center or local Y.

Rationally, I knew I shouldn’t feel guilty. My parents had worked for the life they built in the US for their daughters’ futures, but I wasn’t feeling all that rational these days. “I don’t know how I feel.

I laughed out loud, as if changing the name of the skin lightening cream made a single bit of difference. As if people of color all over the world, particularly women, weren’t still made to feel inferior for having a healthy dose of melanin.

Basically, every auntie who’s ever been told to buy Fair and Lovely.” “Haven’t you heard? Colorism has been dismantled,” Sam joked. “It’s called Glow and Lovely now.” I laughed out loud, as if changing the name of the skin lightening cream made a single bit of difference. As if people of color all over the world, particularly women, weren’t still made to feel inferior for having a healthy dose of melanin.

Diya was exactly like her namesake. She was a light, a shining gift to the world. And I was determined to help wind her back up to the one hundred percent sparkly, optimistic, and love-fueled Diya she always was.

Jasmine was right. I’d caught feelings. I’d caught them bad. And lying there with Sam as he looked so deeply into my eyes it hurt, I knew that he’d caught them, too.

My whole life I’d made practical decision after practical decision, and yes, my parents were happy with me, but I wasn’t. I had a career I wasn’t passionate about and an older sister I was jealous of and an addiction to romantic comedies that I lived through vicariously, and that was it.

But I was old enough to have learned that sometimes lies—very small ones—weren’t wrong. They were important. Sometimes lies were what held a family together.

Condolence or Congratulation On 27 October 2019 The Day of Diwali celebration Whereas, Kashmiri occupation Since 27 October 1947 Thereupon The Nations of the world have left Kashmiri alone under the devastation

Light up the lamps of Joy and let there be smiles.

Diwali is to pray and invite the powers of Bhagwan Ram to your heart to bless you thoughts of purity and power to fight evils.

Let us celebrate Lord Rama returns to Ayodhya, Happy Diwali.

Diwali is not just a festival but way of celebrating the true homecoming, welcoming your true-self to your mind, body and soul.

Shubh Diwali; the festival of illumination for inner and outer world.

This Diwali welcome the thoughts, rich in peace, to your abode called heart.

Bhagwan Ram won't fight the evils for you but you can pray him to bless you courage like him to fight evils all by yourself and celebrate Diwali.

Diwali is celebrating with diyas, lighting up in heart too, for inner illumination.

Integration is Illumination (The Sonnet) Asato ma sad gamaya*, Benevolence is bismillah. Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya**, Mind is the mightiest menorah. Luz, lux, noor - light by any name, Brings the same illumination. And what is this mythical light, If not an act of collective ascension! Light is not the absence of darkness, Light is the absence of indifference. Darkness is symptom, coldness is the sickness, Once we treat coldness, we'll treat all darkness. I repeat, light by any name brings the same illumination. If not now, when will we put an end to this dehumanization! (*Let's rise from ignorance to truth. **Let's rise from darkness to light.)

I was one of the lucky ones. I’d only been followed, and in broad daylight at that, and I had the privilege and the means to order myself a ride back to the hotel, to pay for accommodation, where I could fall asleep feeling safe. What about all the women and girls who didn’t have that option? And not just here in India, but even in the US and the rest of this whole damn world? My head spun, thinking about all of them. Wondering if the world would ever fucking change.

This is what my Christmas looks like, And my Hanukkah, Ramadan, Diwali 'n Onam. I don't get to celebrate any of the festivals, So that the world can, without discrimination.

Whether a lamp is of gold or of clay, its light shines as much as it dispels the darkness, and also whether a man is rich or poor, his life shines as much as he has removed the darkness from life. I wish you a happy, prosperous and safe Diwali and Kali Puja

Allow each lamp you light to bring a smile to your face and to enlighten your soul. Allow the earthen lamp’s flame to cleanse your heart, mind, and soul. May the Diwali lamps brighten your life and the rangoli add more colours to it. May the sound of crackers and sweets bring more glee and cheer. The mirth, merriment, and joy of this divine festival surround you for the rest of your life. Happy Deepavali.

Happy Holidays (The Sonnet) Spirit of Christmas doesn't grow on a fir tree, Christmas blooms wherever the heart is hatefree. Ramadan isn't fulfilled by feasting on some tasty beef, The greatest of feast is haram if others go hungry. Hanukkah's miracle isn't about the oil lasting 8 days, Rather it's about the resilience of light amidst darkness. Fireworks may be diwali for those still in kindergarten, Everyday is diwali for an existence rooted in kindness. The will to love and the will to lift are the backbone, Of all human celebration, tradition and communion. Take that fundamental will out of the equation, All you have left are rituals without meaning and mission. Fasting, feasting and decorating are step two of any festival. First and foremost, at our altar within, we gotta light a candle.

We always loved each other as sisters, but now we were starting to love each other as friends, too. The resentment I’d been hiding my whole life had dissolved—completely—and it had left a space for so much more to bloom.

When you close yourself off from people because they might end up hurting you, you shut out not only the hurt, but life itself. You have no control over what will happen to you, but you can choose whether to risk it all, or retreat. Given a chance, he would take a gamble at love again, make a start this Diwali.

Though Diwali celebrated light banishing darkness, Ravana was not a flat villain. And Ram was not an infallible hero.

May the festival of light brighten your life. Every new day comes with a new spark of happiness. A shower of blessings from God keeps running over your house. Songs of love and music of peace make you dance and fill your soul with joy. I wish you and your family a very happy Diwali.

INDIAN ARMED FORCES SOLDIERS CAN CELEBRATE NEITHER THEIR HOLI NOR DIWALI NOR EID NOR CHRISTMAS NOR OTHER FESTIVALS, THEY KNOW ONLY ONE FESTIVAL, GUARDING THE BORDER.

Diwali echoes the sparking lights of unity, love and compassion. Each diya carries the promise of shared values of joy.

Deepawali - The holy light Yesterday it was the festival of lights, Bright, sparkling, endlessly shimmering lights, With children running on the lanes that led everywhere, Because on this day happiness takes a stroll everywhere, It was a scene of joy and happiness, A moment to celebrate togetherness, While many indulged in savouring sweets, Many felt just walking and talking on these ever stretching streets, That on this day, led everywhere, Because on this day everyone seemed to appear in these streets from nowhere, Life had acquired an eloquent rush, life was in a flow of its own, And one felt the the joy of a holy kiss unknown, They say on this day good prevailed over evil, But I say, on this day humans realised nothing is more beautiful than a beautiful human will!” In the night the sky was lit with fire crackers that carried someones joys into the sky, And when I saw them bursting in the sky, I thought of you often my love, not just by and by, Until it was late in the night and the playfulness of the festive day decided to repose, And I too called it a day, as my imaginations, now your beautiful dreams composed!

There is no such thing as Hinduism - the actual phrase is Sanatana Dharma, which is not a religion, but an everyday sense of oneness or advaita - which is the very backbone of the Indian society. Only in India people celebrate Eid with as much enthusiasm as they celebrate Diwali - they celebrate Christmas with as much enthusiasm as they celebrate Nanak Jayanti - and that's Sanatana Dharma for you.

Soneto de Fiestas La Navidad no se trata de decoraciones, Se trata de compasión. Hanukkah no se trata de las sufganiyot, Se trata de unificación. El Ramadán no se trata de comida, Se trata de cariño. Diwali no se trata de luces, Se trata de la ascensión. Nuestro mundo está lleno de festivales, Pero ¿qué significan realmente? Al celebrarlos con exclusividad cultural, No somos humanos sino animales salvajes. Cada fiesta pertenece a toda la humanidad, Porque la felicidad no tiene identidad religiosa.

If you don’t put out your best dress, eat lots of sweets, enjoy the view, then what’s even the point of celebrating the Diwali?

This Diwali… Don't just light up the Sky, but stop someone Cry. Don't just eat Sweets, but share your Love on the Streets. Don't just buy Gold, but help someone who is Helpless and Old.-RVM

Happy Diwali. May your life turn up to be Lit everyday .

With the expectant smile of happiness growing, much as the one on a devotee’s face as he opens the lotus for Goddess Laxmi during Diwali Pooja.

World Gospel (The Sonnet) So long as there is selfishness, There is no Christmas. So long as there is occupation, There is no Hanukkah. So long as there is cruelty, There is no Ramadan. Till we end militant atheism, There is no Humanism. Till you conquer superstition, There is no Diwali. So long as there is division, There is no Vaisakhi. So long as there is inequality, There is no Fourth of July. Till we abolish hate from earth, At half mast all flags must fly.