Today is the end of yet another Navarathiri, a festival that is observed fervently by little girls and women alike.
The aunties would ask us (me and my sis) to sing something, and that was always Mom's "Oh Crap!" moment. Because neither of us were trained in Carnatic music/any kind of Hindu religious songs and we went to a Catholic school, we would sing hymns on Mary and Jesus! Thinking back, my neighbours seem to have taken it well.... One maami I remember would smile widely; I understand why now! And after we reached home Mom would always recount to Dad how people reacted to our spirited singing and they would both have a good laugh. And then there was the gift-giving thingy.... Girls and women alike would receive unstitched pieces of cloth in vibrant colours, mirrors, combs, etc. along with betel leaves, banana, and money. Oh and I forgot to mention the yummy sundal, made from (I think they are called) lentils... Ah! Childhood!
One thing hasn't changed: I still enjoy looking at these mini exhibitions. The traditional ones have always been the most beautiful - simple, full of mythology, and elegant. Some people go to great pains to create their kolu.... You get to see a scene from a cricket match alongside a scene from Hindu mythology! For some things there never are exceptions are there?!
But I am still trying to find out why we celebrate the triumph of good over evil with dolls... Not that I'm complaining....




"Pavadai Chattai" reminds me of the things that I have WONDERED a lot at those times :D
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this.. Its like a peek into another world.
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