Updated On: 21 October, 2025 06:57 AM IST | Mumbai | C Y Gopinath
The Indian festival celebration today is a crass, public display of our lowest instincts, a licence to be the worst you can be, in public and without consequence

That spirit of Hindu festivals celebrated in my childhood has been replaced by two overwhelming features: noise and violence. PIC/Modified by Gopinath from the web
This year’s first Diwali message arrived on WhatsApp yesterday evening, technically Chhoti Diwali. The AI-generated graphic showed Lakshmi, goddess of prosperity and wealth, and Ganesh, god of good luck, wisdom and auspicious beginnings. The words below were as old as my great-grandfather: Happy Diwali! Someone had broadcast that message with a single mouse click to a few hundred people.
It landed with a tinggg in my world, the first of many more identical, mindless greetings that would come through the day, flashing briefly before my eyes as though someone somewhere was really thinking of me. Some were from banks and organisations, cold as yesterday’s food, passing from one central processing unit to another.