I had a Halloween bash at my place last weekend. It was a costume party and the theme was to dress up in the most horrific way one could. Fright, horror, nightmare were the highlights of the party.
Why? Don’t know. It just seemed like a good idea to go beyond merry pumpkin carving and cute Caspers hanging from the doorstep. Plus my girls were far beyond the Adams Family saga and were on to typical teenage scary movies. Nothing is ‘cooler’ than a good scare.
What is this fascination with the darker world? Why this need to indulge in their worst nightmares with so much of gusto and anticipation? Little kids pretending to be slain spirits, adults dressed in their vilest form. Research indicates that cases of murder and torture are reportedly high on the night of Halloween. A night when some are not able to distinguish between make believe and reality. Given the apparent sense of wrongness and evil associated with this night, why then do we celebrate it?
The answer came from a close friend who suggested that there is a significance why Halloween, the night of darkness is closely followed by Diwali, the festival of lights. Therein is the answer for Halloween revelry.
There is darkness and light in all of us. The fight of good over evil is a daily battle fought in the inner corridors and crevices of our mind. Every day the inherent goodness triumphs in most of us. The darkness buried further below nursing its ego and plotting revenge. Bubbling, seething and frothing with a surge to fight back. Anything bottled up can explode in the most unpredictable and disastrous of ways. On this one night we give sanction to our deprived imagination and thoughts. All carefully monitored and guided under the guise of an innocent celebration of customs. Thoughts of torture and murder, fascination with Satan and his evil ways are all given expression through role play and dressing the part. On this one day balance is sought between the good and evil within you. The more gruesome the dress and more dark the ambience, the more of the inner darkness is released.
It is also a call to accept and celebrate the darkness in us. To befriend it and understand it. When you know your demons, then they are demons no more. They become your allies or partners in fighting the darkness.
And after an evening of being demonic, when the clock strikes 12 on 31st October, when the background score of a woman screaming, bats and wolves moaning is switched of, the last of the vampires and witches are bid goodnight I feel exorcised. As I wash off the bloody face paint, I marvel at the natural beauty of my face. I appreciate the rap song playing on FM which I always argued was thrash and not music. And as I switch on the light….I feel unburdened. Light. Free.
This one night in hell makes me realise how tortured such a life must be. This one night I renew my vow for the next 364 nights. A vow to choose light. To be the light and to share the light. In everything I think, say or do.
Because now I know that the alternate is no choice at all.