Heading into nothingness

I was wondering what would a Kojagiri purnima, circa 2030 be like. I would be 50-years-old; maybe I’d have a couple of kids. I would either miss the date or then try hard to think of how my mother lit the lamp and worshiped the moon. I would again try hard to remember the delicious milk and cinnamon concoction that my mother would prepare and we would drink it at midnight soon after praying to the beautifully rounded moon. I’d try and explain to my children the puja and the entire ritual. But god forbid they ask me why I perform the puja, I’d have no answer for their inquisitiveness. My mother doesn’t really know and neither do I, nor will my children ever know why.

Which, is why I feel that we all are heading into a future of nothingness, struck by a partial amnesia of the past. I like the whole thing about rituals (not to a fanatic extreme) but it gives me a sense of belonging to the community- so be it keeping Ganapati at home for 10 days or observing a few rozas or decorating a Christmas tree on December 25, I do it with utmost desire of wanting to be a part of this world.

I don’t know if many years down the line, we will be equipped to pass on to our children the traditions of the past. It almost makes me sad to think that there might be a certain junction in time, where there will be none that will know of what Kojagiri purnima or Vata purnima or Mahashivratri or any of these festivals are. I wouldn’t want the generations after mine of be blank about their past, but its something I feel might just be inevitable. We all are rushing into a world of science and technology in which, such “baseless” traditions will not have a place. I am all for science and development, and yes also don’t believe in superstition. But I know my kids would eventually ask me why I indulge in such superstitions.

So although I am dwelling too much into a future that may arrive a few generations after mine, and I am not too sure if it would arrive either, but I already feel a void of knowing too little of the traditions that include me into a commune that feels like home. I am just dreading circa 2030. I hope it never arrives or maybe we can just skip it somehow or am i just being paranoid?