Even I am a Pseudo !!!

So finally festival time is here...N everyone seems upbeat n enthusiastic about the same.... N i think they r all pseudo... pretended to be so happy about festivities n cribbing because the work in the kitchen increases... Praying to Goddess Laxmi n not even remembering to fold hands in the pooja ghar in the house, atleast once a week...
But the icing on the cake is that i have finally accepted the fact that EVEN I AM A PSEUDO...
So here is KarvaChauth...n Ms A ; wants to flaunt her diamond earrings ( courtesy husband) n bangles n clothes n blah blah blah....n i feel its kind of wierd to show off your gold n diamond n platinum .... but anyway, here i am , decked up in kanjiwaram silk, n diamond necklace n all.... First Karvachauth after all !!! seems like I am just out of a wild life sanctuary... N poor my husband, had to fast with me , else i would have had a swollen face( how he dreads it!!) n then when everyone would flaunt( yet again) that their husbands are fasting with them.... what would i say n feel... so poor my Pseudo husband had to support his pseudo wife in her endeavour to prove herself one-up...n ya an important question " What did u get as a gift, from your husband, on your first Karva Chauth"?? n then all women go blah blah blah with their list.... N fake me, i too gave a list... n felt patheic about it ... Gifts were there, but not from husband, n not for this occasion... N i did not want to force him to gift n all, just so that i am supplied with a "rich-enough" answer to give to everyone.... N then all these women make u feel so dejected n unloved, as if the whole world is being showered on them n only the"not- so -flaunty- non-punjabi-ones" like me, who like to keep it simple, are such fools. N then my pseudo spirit rises up and comes to the surface n makes me say n flaunt n make me feel miserable about my own self....
N then there is Diwali.... I love crackers u know !!! n i love all the fun-frolic n all.. But after all, i have my concerns for Global Warming, how can i burn Crackers( Oh, Some Polite Applause for me OldChap !)
So i wont burn crackers this time, n no masti also... i have reasons to quote but the fact is that they are fake... Now, what can the families in Metros do, nuclear, no cousins around, no time , no enthusiasm, no friend circles.... But then, the PROUD PSEUDO SPIRIT OF MINE, has already decided her reasons , which would make me sound so intellectual n the very few who would read this blog, would know that i have accepted this fact and have come to terms with my negative emotions like Jealousy, Nostalgia, Irritation , Ego....blah blah blah