Its almost 3 years now.....Didnt want this to get lost in the mails...
Hello everybody
Diwali wishes to each and everyone of you.
Aish, Ush and myself have been talking about the Diwalis we spent as kids.
The spark of conversation set fire to my thoughts and I just jumbled them to create a few meaningful sentences.
It is definitely a long writeup. Those who are interested can read and add more.
We need to have stories to tell our kids who will hardly get to enjoy the kind of fun we had.
Diwali days...
On a cloudy day, when the rain played its beat on the window panes, a friend so close to heart but miles away called to wish me Happy Diwali. Sweating out, we toil day in and day out, working towards a Graduate Degree or busy at the work place or silently fulfilling the duties of a wife away from the smoky morning, sounds of crackers, streets filled with kids, houses filled with laughter and the festivity of the occasion.….
The Diwali mood starts from the day when the whole family decides to go to Mainguardgate for shopping. Recollecting this, I went to the mall just to pick a shirt that read “Made in India”. Some crazy satisfaction…
Looking at the mirror I found myself in an old jean and a t-shirt that read “America - Love it or Leave it” carried me back to the day when we had difficulty in making choices between two new dresses. Taking long before we tried to look best with those matching bangles, hair bands, jimkis(ear rings) shopped just the night before exclusively for Diwali.
“Hey Aish! I burnt the chakkarai paagu (sugar syrup) talking to you…Let me clear it and get back to the conversation” – Here I go…Again drifted to those beautiful days when we always wanted to experiment in the kitchen, willing to help mom in the preparation of murukku, adhirasam, laddu and our inquisitiveness creating a mess making mom all the more tensed. Her
tension was my delight cos I wouldn’t be assigned any more tasks. :) Happily off to watch my brother light those bijlis and this is when I remember how much fun the little one had when I offered my share of lakshmi vedi, ganesh vedi and atom bomb for him to light.
(Well…huh…I was a little scared then….)
‘What are your plans Aishu?’ “I am going to be at work Swa and yours?” ‘Well, I have school buddy’…
On the evening before Diwali dad brings home a long incense stick so that I will be at a safe distance yet get to enjoy the f un my brother is having blasting the double sound, seven shots, 1000 walas and rocket bombs.
Not happy with 2 bags of crackers “We want more” my brother and I are now in union asking appa to buy more. As demands increase, dad fails to refuse the sweet pleadings and there we are off to the Nehru stadium. Yeah! That’s where the stalls for firecrackers used to be. ‘Hey Rahul! That’s my friend from school da. I told you about the guy who eats chalks nah…’ silently whispering in his ear.
Familiar faces curving smiles and fading byes bring me back to reality.
Switching on the TV again brings back those suntv, rajtv, vijaytv, jayatv programs, channel fights on who screens the latest movie, latest songs…Having varied preferences, we strike a deal as to who will watch which one and when.
Interest loosens and to save the moment I get a call from Usha asking if I am going to wear marudhani or mehendi. Unable to choose between richness of color and a fantasy for design…..I go for both. Mom helps in feeding while brother finds it the best time to play pranks on me as he clearly knows I can’t get my hands on him. Impatiently waiting for the colors to turn red I fall asleep counting minutes before it dawns.
At 12 someone in the neighborhood bursts a cracker and there we shout within those warm walls of the house “HAPPY DIWALI”. Mom will be busy in the kitchen getting things ready for the next day’s pooja and I m in my sleep occasionally checking if the mehendi had
got dry…if the color is getting red…
Mom wakes me and kisses me happy diwali…my brother and I march to the pooja room where granny is ready with oil…everyone fresh but for us we get ready, dressed in our best and ready to run out to burst the first cracker.
After a big discussion in choosing which one to burst first, dad’s already set the splinter on the 1000 wala saram.
Patpatpatpat..pat..pat….pat…………….pat……………………………………pat…………………………………………………………………….\
pat(cracker sound)
The last one goes and then you enter from the safe zone to begin the game.
Manadho sandoshathil thulla
Kaigalo nadunadunga
Kangalo gavanamai
Thiri patri kondadhaa
Endre nokka
Arugil irukum thambiyo
Pathikichu pathikichu
Endru achurutha
Poiyaay kobithu
Veeram kol endru
Manadhirkul kuriye
Mudhal vedi vaipen
Adharkum enakum sila nooru adigale…
Nerupum thiriyum muthamidum nodi
Veede adhirum sathathudan
Saravediyum sirika
Manadhirkul aayiram patampoochigal….
After offering prayers, the whole family sits down for
an early breakfast. As we savour each bite, non stop phone calls from relatives and friends. Taking turns on the phone to wish everyone with lots of joy and cheer in the voices, the initial greeting changes from a Hello to a Happy Diwali feeling privileged about being the first
one to convey the wish. ( I remember Kalpana started with me)
Mom’s voice from the kitchen…“Tv paathukite irukadheenga, friendsku poi sweets kodukanum” ‘Ok amma…’
I call Usha again, “Hey Ushi get ready! lets go to Aishu’s house”
Carrying those neatly packed sweets covering it with a crochet lace, Usha and I pedal our cycles to Aishu’s house. Exchanging sweets, three of us on that poor blue Kinetic Honda to Pallavi’s house.
Thoughts get blocked by a knock at the door - The mailman. Not diwali greeting cards but some fedex for my roomie.
Are we getting so engrossed in our work and schedule that we seldom have the time to sit back and think about all the good old times when we used to go to the shop to buy greeting cards for birthdays, diwali, Christmas, sign and post them?
Ecards have taken place but there are still complaints of no time to choose one and send it across. Hmm…
Nostalgic, again I start thinking what all did we doon this wonderful day.
My brother comes to me running, “Akka namma veetuku munnadi kuppai kammiya
iruku….Vaa…pattasu vedikalam…” As we go to the front of the house to burst crackers, we see unfortunate little kids who keep looking for a half burnt splinter here and there, willing to even probe the USEME for some goodies making us realize how blessed and fortunate we are. Thoughts strike deep and as kids, half heartedly we part with a few crackers only to see
beautiful smiles on those faces that make Diwalis all the more memorable of having tried to make a difference in someone’s life for a few seconds…say…until the flowerpot sparkles turns into ashes?
The afternoons pass with exploring and sorting out which cracker is for Diwali and which one has to be saved for karthikai deepam, which fancy cracker goes first and which one will be at the end of the show. While the elders take a nap or relax, we girls used to gather at one of our places for more chit chats and gossips.
Dusk sets in and the mood of the twilight is enhanced by the numerous little flames from the oil lit lamps that ornate each and every house. Rows of lights giving more meaning to Deepa + avali, the occasion – girls of the house feel it as an honor to light the first lamp. Dressed up in those glittering, shimmering pattu paavadais, wearing flowers and anklets and most
of all the innocent smiles, joys, happiness and excitement buried behind all this, the whole family
gets ready to visit the temple.
As I fold my hands to pray to God, I notice my friend and wonder…is it okay to wish? Is it okay to talk between prayers? Is it okay to go and stand near her?
Holding dad’s hand, silent smiles and nods of the head translate wishes and friends faces grow fainter. Not a second delayed, as soon as we reach home, change and we are ready for the show. (Remembering what the science teacher said “wear cotton clothes while bursting crackers”)
Changuchakkaram, bhusvaanam, colour mathaapu, colour matchbox, pencil, saatai, train, vishnuchakkaram, and what not.
A sole candle aids the whole process. Despite my best efforts to make the fire start from the candle, I start it from my brother’s mathappu (btw whats the English word for mathappu?) grrrr….that’s the reaction I get in return.
Someone in the neighbourhood lights a rocket and we all look at it awe. “Akka, evlo heightla poi vedikudhu paaru, nammalum vaikalam…vaa”. A request which can’t be ignored.
While granny and dad search for a bottle to keep the rocket, my brother is already busy making a mud pile to stick the rocket in. While most of the rockets whiz and whoosh, there is an occasional dawdle. Elders taking a walk on the road, little kids with their dad and mom, cyclists and people on motor bikes wait for the signal to pass and then move.
“ponga ponga naanga innum vedi vaikala” Voices here and there.
Close to 8pm in the night, the crackers are slowly gone and now a little sadness creeps in. “Pattasu theendhu pochu ”
The last one is generally a fancy cracker or a saram and now mom, who was making dinner, also comes to watch. Alls well that ends well.
The close of the night signals the completion of the celebration. “Wash your hands with soap and then come for dinner” voices ring and we silently dine.
Suddenly a thought comes, “amma, we are not done yet.
We still have the colour matchsticks and paampu maathirai”
hahaha…
Happiness sprouts again as we see the snakes rise…what fun!
Cherishing every bit my eyes carry me to sleep waiting to go to school the next day and talk about the Diwali day.
Aishu and Usha, thanks a lot girls, we did spend a Diwali translating back in time.
A little prayer from the bottom of the heart,
God! Can you give us one more Diwali to spend the way
we did as a child???





