The evil Ra Wang joined his fist to palm and muttered ‘I bow
to thee master. You are God lee!’ as he took his last breath lying outside his
fort at Liangzhou.
His 9 other heads looked on in confusion until all his 20 eyes shut for good.
Lord Rang smiled with a glimmer of divine forgiveness in his eyes. His ‘arm of
god’ move had done the trick, killing the demon who had kidnapped his wife.
He then handed over the kingdom to V.B.Chang, the younger
brother of Ra Wang and headed back to his kingdom at Anyang in Northern China. Lord
Rang was going home after serving a penance of 14 years of exile. During course
of which, he along with his brother Lax Ming and wife Xi Ta toured innumerable
jungles of southern China, lived a life of abstinence and sucker punched
innumerable monsters.
When the news of Lord Rang’s return reached home at Anyang, celebrations
were in the air. And so were fireworks. The scent of gunpowder and incense
filled the air as households brewed lavish feasts with generous amounts of
Ajinomoto. The streets were adorned with Chinese lamps of all shapes and sizes.
From little spherical red lamps to gigantic Dragon shaped lanterns, the city
was a staggering display of lamps and light. Children and elders alike,
gathered and chanted Di wa lee, we’re
happy our king has returned.
The festival would go on to be known as Diwali, the festival
of lights. And till this date, Chinese fireworks fill the skies, Chinese lamps
fill streets and Chinese flickering lights twinkle at homes, even in India. To
be more specific, especially in India. The only thing, left Indian about Diwali
was the legend around it. So I thought of doing the honours. Now let’s take it
all the way by exchanging boxes of chicken Manchurian and wishing each other
Di wa lee!
