Today we had a diwali party organized by our company in Netherlands. Actually at this time it is already yesterday. They were two parties. One organized by our client where all the families were also invited to celebrate moving to the new office. That was in the afternoon and the evening was organized by our company which was organized for diwali celebration.
Both parties were good. I enjoyed both of them. I took the family to the first one. Could not take them to the second one because of some stupid rule. The question is how do you define a family? By blood relation or because you are close to them and think of them as their own. Let it be!
The second party was good because for once the whole team was together. We have almost 150 Indian working in Netherlands for my company. If we include the families, there are almost 200 Indians here and everybody together celebrated Diwali today.
The programs were not so good. Put together by employees and their family managing their work, it was a decent effort. Actually the programs do not matter that much. It’s the fun we have together. I was like in my school and college days sitting on the last bench and passing comments. The food was nice and tasty. And then everybody hit the dance floor. I am not a dancer. I don’t dance. I have two left feet. But I danced because everybody in my group were dancing and they were just as bad as me.
There is something about dancing. As I said, I don’t dance but then when the music starts to take control, you find your body moving to the rhythm. When you are there in the middle with the flashing light and the semi-dark dance floor, it does not matter if you dance well. It just matters that you are having fun and we had a lot of it. People swayed and danced to the music. Most of them way way out of the step and music but I guessed it didn’t matter to them or for that matter anybody else.
It was the day when everybody let their hairs down, forgot what post they held in the company and danced wildly. We shouted and sang with the loud music. We swayed to the foot tapping songs and we forgot where we were. The last time I danced like that was I guess 3 years ago with my department colleagues. We are not the people who party regularly but when we do we rock in our own little way.
Yesterday, I was struggling to complete my job. Yesterday I was struggling to meet a deadline. Yesterday I was tensed about my work in a small way. Today it changed. I was determined to have a good time and that I did. I laughed, I danced and I had fun. Life gives that little chance to be happy and the point is to grab it with both hands.
By the way, Girls in Indian dresses look good. Specially Pradnya looked beautiful in a pink saree
We ended the party it was 11:00 PM and the DJ played the last song from Salaam Namaste
Everybody was on the floor dancing like it was going to be a last dance. The words fits so well with the thought of seizing the moment as Kunal Ganjawala sang
Ek din Ek Pal Ek Janiya
Aaj Hain kal udd janiya
Aa Mil jaa phir gale haste haste
(One Day One moment
Is There today and gone tomorrow
Lets meet today laughing)