Pongalo Pongal - part two: Grand Pongal day!
Well I am knackered and too
tired to wake up anyway. It’s around 8 in the morning in Kanchi. The morning is
still young and Sun has not gone stronger yet and I was still having a lie in
with my cousins and few uncles on the terrace yard, where we slept last night
after a protracted and an intense game of Thaaya Parisu (Sadhurangam) with the
house hold folks.
The lovely scent of early
morning dew on my nostrils and the dampness on the bed sheets was so soothing and
cozy and I almost forgotten that it’s the fourth day of Pongal celebrations (called
Kaanum Pongal or sight-seeing Pongal), and our third day here in Kanchi; and
sooner we have to leave; feel low, want to stay longer; well I am lazy and
knackered, unlike the ladies of the household, cooking yet for millions and
minions, incessantly without any grudge. Well, I could already smell the spicy chicken
and mutton gravy or kuzhambu on the breakfast menu served traditionally with
Idli’s and Pooris, at the back yard of our huge and a long ancestral house in Kanchi,
with all us youngsters queuing to hog as much as possible in few moments.
The last couple of days have
been fun; nothing but fun; albeit been hectic; intense; emotional; joyous
roller coaster ride; with lots of food, laughter, stories, bonding, shopping
and what not!
Appa spent some time in our
corner shop on the Pongal morning, selling whatever we wanted, before we grew
impatient and started pestering him to
close the shop asap, so that we could get on with the plan. The order from
Kanchi according to Amma from Naina on a mail (inland letter) was to start early
and reach Kanchi before 1’O’ clock in the noon, in time for prayers; when the
gathering would be ready with all offerings or padaiyals for the sun God and
our ancestors.
As suspected Appa made a mess
of my and our plan of arriving in Kanchi on Bhogi day itself; well, he didn’t
come with one until Pongal day morning possibly restricted by his finances;
hence after a brief stint at our place performing a minor version of prayers, our
epic journey to Kanchi began with a small trip by a cycle rickshaw to drop us
off at the major bus interchange besides the famous Madras high court. Appa and Anna (my brother)
had already left to catch a connecting bus, whilst I, Akka (sister), and Amma
with few luggage started very eagerly once again for our yearly carnival at
Rio. Well, we were on our new attire now
and I was very proud to flaunt them as usual.
We somehow managed to sneak
into a point to point bus at interchange on time, beginning our next two hours
of journey, and I got very impatient as usual to myself waiting for the sight
of Kanchi mutt, hitherto announcing the arrival of the Kanchi; where, I
couldn’t wait to see a hoard of uncles,
aunties, mamas, Athais, cousins, Anna’s, Akka’s, and other nameless relatives
with their friends ; where I can’t wait to shout and dance Pongalo Pongal with my cousins, on high
decibels, aiming to be heard at least over a few miles radius!
The
bus was 76 B (pp); which means there would not be any stops until we arrive in Kanchi;
which if not, would take anything between 3-4 hours; stopping at places
including Poonamalli, Sriperumbudur; Sunkuvarchathiram with sight to behold
though, with people cramming into each and other at various markets en route
and into the bus; vibrant colours and hues matching the different emotions and
moods by also flaunting their new attire for Pongal.
Well,
we avoided that journey this year with the newly introduced point to point and hence
we could make it within two and half lovely hours of bus trip to Kanchi; but
not once again without the sweet aroma of remnant rice, husk and crop emanating
from the freshly harvested paddy fields,
strutting on either side of motor way, being
etched on my fickle mind and flared up nostrils ;not without the rational (!)chit
chats with my Anna and Akka,when I also would be tested on my IQ and patience(mind
you, I am doing year 4th and my sister in year 6th ); not without my
usual huddle and cuddle sessions with Amma, whilst Appa continues to disappear
in his voluminous snoring sessions; when I could actually ,discreetly smell and
enjoy the tobacco scent of his PANAMA
cigarettes, wafting from his ever
snoring nostrils and his big, rough stained sturdy fingers.
Alas, we arrived….
I would
actually hear and could see from a far off distance, few of my exited cousins, stationed
themselves as sentinels cum messengers outside the household of, announcing our
and likely other’s arrivals to the seniors inside, just by spotting us in that slow
moving squeaky cycle rickshaw, into which we hopped en-route from the bus stand
and hence, yelling with unchained happiness and excitement, “Athai is here….Mama is here”.
Well, what a sweet rattler of an announcement it was; a true harbinger of greater fun and joy! Much to our happiness and satisfaction, the three big humongous fresh terracotta pots with loads of pristine pure traditional Pongal were almost done and ready to welcome us at 67A, Kamatchi Amman Koil Street and I was already in tears !!
Well, what a sweet rattler of an announcement it was; a true harbinger of greater fun and joy! Much to our happiness and satisfaction, the three big humongous fresh terracotta pots with loads of pristine pure traditional Pongal were almost done and ready to welcome us at 67A, Kamatchi Amman Koil Street and I was already in tears !!
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