No matter how grown up or successful we are, our childhood diwali will always be special for us, pestering dad to buy us expensive crackers huge in number, and of course, we got the long lecture in return on 'it means literally burning money, beta! while at school or college, breaking the rules and lighting up firecrackers in the washrooms was a must, just for the sheer thrill, burning of crackers starts from choti diwali itself. it includes the smaller crackers like mirchi bomb and phoonk bomb, unbearable boring for us on diwali day during afternoon, because we have to be prim and proper in front when relatives comes to home and counting hours in our head till we got to burn crackers, lakshmi poojah was very important, but not for us our moms had a really tough time keeping us inside the house during the poojah. because we couldn't wait to get out there and get started with pathakas...And after poojah finally meeting our buddies outside the house and pitching in our share of firecrackers was the greatest joy ever! but somewhere we always used to long for the time when we'd be allowed to light up the big bombs, like sutli, or king kong bomb. A little envy, a little fear, and lots of excitement-that's how we watched our elders burning the badass big bombs..and to end the giant festivities, a long row of firecrackers was lit up. One from our house till the gate and hoping every year the price and length of these "ladeez" would keep going up.and waking up early in the morning after diwali night collecting the masala from all crackers which were burned in our premises and burning that stuff is the best thing ever we never forget.