I remember the midnight mass I used to go with the family. Christmas, NewYear, Easter where so special to me as a kid, thats when I get a chance to go out in the streets of town at midnight. Never you will have a chance to be out of house at midnight when you are young ...
Dad and Mom, would get us new clothes, we all get dressed up and we start our moped after a prayer. Dad would carefully drive the moped to the church, with me in the front and my bro in the back between dad and mom. I would enjoy the chill breeze on my face, thinking Im cruising the bike of my dreams with great speed although we are riding a moped in 20 MPH. Anto ( bro ) and I, would sleep most of the prayer in the blanket which mom has brought. And we all reach home safe half asleep and would have our christmas cake and sleep to glory.
Years went by and in my teenage, still on my dads moped we would still reach the church for the prayers, but I would leave my dad and mom and gang up with friends, coz we thought that was cool. With my parents not around, and thinking that you are one among the rebels, we would circle around the town visiting all the churches and drooling at well dressed girls in the near by churches. Christmas for me as a teenager is to search for that girl in the church, who I have seen , smiled for many a times, thinking that she is the beautiful girl in the planet and circling around her family to witness her in her christmas dress... Good old days !!!! Although I wouldn’t talk to her, but would make some funny gestures to make her know that she looked great in her new christmas dress !!!
Years past and when we were in twenties, I would visit uncle’s estate where we would celebrate with Wine and chill weather. Aunt makes some great home made wines and it’s our responsibility to finish em or take home. Although it had no effects of getting high, but still Mom keeps a vigil on what we were doing... When I used to live in town, I would gang up with church friends and go out for a tea during the christmas mass, and would walk few miles away from the church, find a small shop and would try our favorite cigarettes. My first cigarette should be the one I tried during a christmas night.
Few years later, dad expired and I moved places from our small town to cities due to my job, but still we would gather for christmas. I would drop my mom first in the church and would pickup Anto in the next ride. With one person missing and you being elder, I would avoid all my gangs and would stay with mom and we return home with the same feeling of christmas !
Last year I celebrated Christmas in Goa, with Venky and </a></a>
anitab We had hired a Honda Activa, and we rode at midnight from Candolim to Panjim and attended the midnight mass.
Being away from family, from my friends and from my country, from my small town, this Christmas is different to me... I planned to see a white christmas in Chicago, but the climate was unbearably cold, I skipped the plan and wanted to celebrate christmas in Dallas.
This time I drove to the Church in a car, alone and with only the memories in my mind of my childhood, my family and friends I entered the church “The Prince of Peace” 30 minutes earlier. Yes, its very rare you will find me in church on time, but this time I had no one to drop, I had no one to wait for....
And all these memories flashed in my mind as we lit the candles. The lights were switched off and candle lights illuminating the whole church, we started singing the latin song
“Glo.............ria Glo.............ria in excélsis Deo” ( Glory to God in the highest. )
Flooded with these memories and emotions, I thanked god with endless tears ...