Festivity

There is tranquil and things are at peace as i get slowly out of the lazy slumbers .Its a holidayyy yuuuuuu!!! Lazy thoughts on lazy day make way for a philosophical muse.I start to ponder over pointlessly the 100 thousand possibilities of 'IF'.'If ' is such a small preposition...
If only it were long enough to signify the gravity of meaning it conveys.The window pane is wet coz of the rain drizzlin..would it look like this if the sky ever danced i think as i see the lightnin.The olive green cloured leaves on the plant below in the pot are bathed afresh...a drop of dew on it..waitin to melt.
If it had not rained..
If it was not like this..
If it was like that...
If i had not got up to see it..
If i were not me..
I cogitate,cerebrate,mull, ruminate n go over the synonyms of 'think ' and i speculate y so many words when all mean the same..is simplicity not a way of life?After much delibration i ask her if she could rationate y? she weighs for a while n reasons .. may b for variety .Yeah i consider..variety is essential after all isnt 'variety the spice of life'. There is an alarming jingle sound.. not exactly noise..the chime of a bell....Perfectly timed... a wake up call..it has a certain innate sanctity inherent with the charracteristic sound.The smell of the incense sticks.. smells of the jasmine flower that i loved as a kid.The cloud of the smoke from the incense osmosed all over the room as we walked down to the pooja room.Susheelammma the huge one;) with her hair open...the camphor goin into flames in circles..The clourful idol loaded with garlands of flowers, the effect seemed magical.. as if to transpose to a different world.. the song played form the old more-of-a-radio-less-of-a-music-system speaker..ohmm n then vinayaka nannu vinadhi.. a keerthana i had learnt eons before ..that i had loved to sing then and discontinued coz i got bored of their length and incomprehensible wordings.I thought the idol was overdone with kumkum n ashes of vibuthi..but still smilin with his hands risen to bestow blessings on all who bowed unto him .The song on the tape creaks tellin clearly that it has been run over n over again..(Ah dont i remember those mornings when i kick around my pillow coz of the irksome sound;)...)n finaly stops..ohmmm again..i close my eyes n pray..my way of it.The field of spirituality has always been a farrago for me.Say hi to him..ask how his life is.. If he ever worries abt the mistakes he has done.His mistakes... would that be somethin like blessing a bad man..wat would he do if a bad one bowed in front of him.. be rude n fold his hands turn his face away? r is he artificial too.. jus bcoz the bad one has offered grand pooja with lot of flowers n fruits.. give him a concession n bless him.. could he be bribed.. my horrible thoughts jus go haywire unguarded like animals grazin on a unbounded piece of land..jus get carried away ruminating . Not consciously.Then the prasaddddd the best part of ny puja.. sip it up happily wantin more n i do the customary fall-at-his-feet obeisances.The feelin of festivivity is complete only when i gulp down a glass of payasam rich with cashew n badam:) After a happy nappy afternoon my heart yearns for many a such occasions ..coz there is not much to do other than to jus contemplate n spend some time with ur most loved self:) Now that is definitely a thing of festivity.