Where are the customs?

Where are the customs?

I remember, when I was younger, festivals were something to look forward to; something to be enjoyed. The customs followed, new clothes, sweets, festivity, prayers and other things had a certain charm, enthusiasm and enjoyment. 

Over the years, I've seen these customs die. Slowly, gradually die and rot somewhere. Now, even thinking of following these customs seems to be absurd and bizzare to my own self.

On a "festive" morning, there is no more the same cheer. The very enthusiasm is gone. Now-a-days, I just feel like sit in my normal clothes, however big a festival is. It does not seem necessary that i need new clothes. The very practice of making delicious food items is dead. Maybe, a few houses still do it. But what is minority when compared to majority?

Yesterday was one of the important festivals. All i did was sit at home, ooold clothes, laze around and spend time carelessly. 

Even otherwise, other than festivals, I see other customs die out. I see that people no longer care about filling the bottle with sand, before planting the rocket and light it to watch it zooooooooooooooooop away into the sky. And one often wonders why the rocket is following a path, not upwards but a random direction. Many of you, my readers, may wonder and try getting that deeeep rooted memory out, than when you were small, you used to fill bottles with sand before fixing the rocket.

These are but a few customs. I see a lot more. Too many to remember. Too many to state. Tomorrow, I may even forget such a custom lasted.