NO MATTER THE FESTIVAL - WE ALL EAT TOO MUCH
Have you ever noticed that no festival in human history has ended with the sentence:
“Good thing we cooked just the right amount.”
Irrespective of your country, family size, age, gender, time of day, mood, height, or weight—there is one universal festive law:
You will overeat.
You will feel bloated and uncomfortable.
You will complain about it.
You might take a digestive pill with deep sincerity.
And then—because restraint is seasonal—you will eat some more.
It happens everywhere: at your house, relatives’ houses, friends’ places, work parties, and even restaurants where “sharing” is optional.
> “Everyone just eats. Constantly. Enthusiastically. Without learning.”
And it’s not just Christmas.
It’s Eid, where the biryani has no finish line.
Diwali, where sweets appear from cupboards, drawers, and handbags.
Holi, where gujiyas ambush you between colours.
Thanksgiving, where gratitude is measured in helpings.
Lunar New Year, weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, housewarmings—
If humans are gathering, food will not just be present; it will be assertive.
Which brings us to the mystery:
Why do we cook so much… and then buy more?
Because festive logic shuts down the rational part of the brain.
We cook like an army is arriving.
Halfway through, panic sets in:
“What if it’s not enough?”
Not because people are hungry—but because running out of food would be a social crime.
> “Everything was lovely, but the food got over very fast.”
No one remembers festivals where there was just enough food. Everyone remembers:
“They didn’t even insist properly.”
So we hedge our dignity with extra dishes, emergency sweets, backup snacks, and one mysterious item no one planned but everyone insists is essential.
There is also hope involved:
Hope cousins will drop by.
Hope neighbours will “just come for five minutes.”
Hope people will suddenly eat less rice and more salad (they won’t).
From childhood to adulthood, we’ve been saying the same things:
> “I shouldn’t have eaten so much.”
“I’m done now.”
“Just one more bite.”
Maybe it’s culture. Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s unresolved emotional issues served with chutney.
Festivals teach one enduring truth:
Self-control is seasonal, digestion is optional, and leftovers are proof that hope—and second helpings—exist.
We eat. We groan. We pop a digestive pill. And then, inevitably… we eat again.
Because no matter the festival, overeating is the only tradition we never skip.
And then, like clockwork, most people’s New Year’s resolutions appear:
Exercise. Lose weight. Get fit.
Ah yes—the eternal cycle: eat, regret, resolve… repeat.