Pongalo Pongal- part one (Bhogi)
Well, someone woke me up at 3 o clock this morning. It must have been Amma or
possibly Appa. The sweet aroma of freshly lit fire already was in my
eager nostrils and was sooner getting excited. It also slowly dawned on me that
today was Bhogi, and at instant started remembering, Amma, scavenging lots of oldies over the past two months for this day of Bonfire eve, before the great day of
PONGAL , tomorrow in Kanchipuram, at our grannies, 80 kms from our
house here in Coral Merchant Street. Alas, now it’s time to wake up and worship Nature.
Well, I have been looking for this day for nearly 3 months, especially after the recent Deepavali
holidays, in November; this would be the time when we shall get to meet all
my cousins; young and old; aunties and uncles; favourites and not so ones;
family friends; get to see new movies hidden away in my Amma’s sarees from my hawkish periya maama or big uncle; get to exchange
the lovely PONGAL Vazhthugal or greetings cards; get to wear lovely, yearly new
clothes and get Pongal special inaam or money or gift from oldies and young one alike, across our neighborhood
here and also from our relatives in Kanchi .
Amma is shaking me bit vigorously now; have to get out and help her out too. My Molams or drums are already tuned
and toned for a good bashing for this morning (readied them last night itself)
and I already could hear the noise emanating from here and there from our neighborhood. Appa
bought me a Molam yesterday, a good one, a bigger one of
them made from fresh calf skin this year against Amma’s reluctance, (Well, I would
never imagine in my wildest dreams that Appa would soon sell them in our corner
shop), cause of the way they smelt with a strong stench. I had already prepared
a drumstick myself with the local black Tar stuck to the tip of a stick and am
really excited to display my prowess at Molam.
My sister and Brother are already out on the street, I guess, in front of our house, helping Amma and Appa. I slowly, hesitantly migrate towards one vantage point amongst the infinities in that fine circle and began to beat my Molam for a hitherto unknown Thaalam!
My sister and Brother are already out on the street, I guess, in front of our house, helping Amma and Appa. I slowly, hesitantly migrate towards one vantage point amongst the infinities in that fine circle and began to beat my Molam for a hitherto unknown Thaalam!
The
sound of crispy fire withering and eating away the wind and in the process engulfing
and munching away eagerly and
rhythmically , the old mats, unused wooden logs, loads of disused and useless
paper, card boards, mats, bug infested beds, coiled mattresses, slithered and slaughtered
pillows, decade old furniture, stained and disfigured nameless clothes, once fancied and now not so objects, age old toys
and finally to surprise us all, sometimes with an odd Deepavali cracker thrown
in by mistake , shall always be a beautiful and scary sight too to behold. Well, lots and loads of bonfire pits have come
up all across our streets now and I could already see a bit of visible competitiveness
amongst the oldies and kids alike, vying with each other to show us the street,
which does what and the best of bonfire!
Drum
sounds blaring, echoing and blasting our north madras neighborhood and the
early morning dew was already drenching my petite head; well, the fire and heat would soon
help us to fend off the dew and the cold, according to my sister; and she may
be right. It is amazing to see an abstract (!) visual of red, orange, yellow mix of
glorious fire, at ease with itself, and at objects thrown at it, subjugating
them elegantly like a big elephant devouring a big casket of sugarcane, whilst swaying
and dancing to the Molam beats; it is spectacular.
There
were many a time when I wanted to stick my fingers in…. albeit not today. The
fire is now lit in all our eyes and in our face too, and we are all already excited.
Well no sooner the Bonfire done, which may take another hour and half, Amma would
soon start cleaning the front yard with my sister and the next door ladies for the
traditional display of cultural mathematically inclined KOLAMS.
I
once again may have to draw in chalk, Sugarcane stems with Pongal cooking pots
on either side of big kolams; well as I am good at it, hence may be invited to
do the same on few neighbors’ front yards too. Well no sooner the kolams were done; Amma
would soon drag us to our open veranda for our traditional oil bath followed
by sumptuous non-veg food and a good day spent at our corner shop selling
greeting cards and what not!
The
plans are not etched out yet , as it is always with my Appa, whether to start
for Kanchi and join the other folks tonight itself or to leave early morning
tomorrow on Pongal’ s day, after a brief stint with Sun God at our house before
the epic three hours journey( I prefer the other, leaving tonight!) and join the gala get together for Pongal at
my granny’s house :
where pristine human bondage disguised as Pongal festival celebration shall ensue in full swing; where nearly 100 of us relatives and friends shall eat three to four times a day over next four days; a family feudal ice breaking factory where, months of annoyance and feuds shall be easily dissolved at the insistence of my grandmother, also affectionately called Amma; where ghee soaked Sweet Pongal on Pongal day, will be traditionally proudly handled by my grandfather , also affectionately called “ Naina” ; where we city dwellers shall be considered as fashion icons and culturally advanced; where carrom games and champions shall be worshiped; where new genre songs from a movie called Annakili and few others from a chap called Illayaraja, will be talked upon with excitement ; a pucca gossip haven, where the fun of watching test match cricket live on TV shall soon began and end with Doordhashan with the likes of chaps called Gavaskar and Gaekwad testing us kids , ducking every ball known in the game; where courtships shall bloom and may blossom into wed locks( I guess); and where for the next 16 years, at least until 1994 (the last grand Pongal?) , fun, fun nothing but fun shall ensue……
where pristine human bondage disguised as Pongal festival celebration shall ensue in full swing; where nearly 100 of us relatives and friends shall eat three to four times a day over next four days; a family feudal ice breaking factory where, months of annoyance and feuds shall be easily dissolved at the insistence of my grandmother, also affectionately called Amma; where ghee soaked Sweet Pongal on Pongal day, will be traditionally proudly handled by my grandfather , also affectionately called “ Naina” ; where we city dwellers shall be considered as fashion icons and culturally advanced; where carrom games and champions shall be worshiped; where new genre songs from a movie called Annakili and few others from a chap called Illayaraja, will be talked upon with excitement ; a pucca gossip haven, where the fun of watching test match cricket live on TV shall soon began and end with Doordhashan with the likes of chaps called Gavaskar and Gaekwad testing us kids , ducking every ball known in the game; where courtships shall bloom and may blossom into wed locks( I guess); and where for the next 16 years, at least until 1994 (the last grand Pongal?) , fun, fun nothing but fun shall ensue……
I am only 9 years old and it is year 1978!
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