I know it’s
late by two weeks to post on Pongal, the harvesting festival of Tamils, but
it’s better late than never. I think you all know about the youth revolution
that took centre stage following the Pongal and though it wasn’t an easier task
for people to come forward to protest for their rights and protection of bulls,
the entire week was like an extension of Pongal with the voices of slogans
indirectly, alongside supporting the traditional sports, emphasis the wealth of
bulls and farmers. We couldn’t think of Pongal keeping away the farmer and it
was farmers festival overall but we have the reason to celebrate as they are
our life savers, producing food for us. Pongal festival brings happiness for
farmers and Jallikattu is a part of the celebration and we got back the
traditional sport in right manner.
Coming to the
post, this year’s Pongal was different for me and was able to feel the mood
more than latter years. Though we celebrated Pongal in the traditional way, where
we lit firewood’s on the outside of the home and made Pongal (boiling of rice
and milk) in the mud pot, the Pongal event conducted in our street by the
backstreet boys was really uplifting. They created a friends group in name of
APJ Abdul Kalam and conducted Kolam contest, running race for different age
groups and couple of fun sports. The
event was started from the eve of Pongal and the Kolam contest happened at the
night itself but they came to capture our Kolam (along with the others) only in
the morning and we unknown who’s the winner. The boys and girls participated in
the races and won gifts from the organisers and what really impressed was all
showed up in traditional dresses.
But what keeps
me bothering was how I missed capturing the event or at least the kids running
around. The songs played in the speakers and people talking over the mike let
the festival feel in the air. I put some special programs and movies on record
(thanks to DTH) and moved out of the home to enjoy the festival and while
things happening around; mom prepared the Pongal in the mud pot on the firewood’s
and before it overflows I was with camera to capture the moment and once the
rice boiled the whitest foam forms and milk is poured to restrain its flow. But
it was me asked her to wait to let it overflow, though I don’t believe such
thing will change things for better but this custom of overflowing keeps me
going. Lol
The pot Kolam
in my previous post was drawn by mom along with the above one but the coloring
job for the couple of pots were given to our next door neighbour and she did it
pretty colourful. We stayed awake till midnight for them to finish the Kolams,
amid the troublesome mosquitoes and my cute lil friend Achu was also wakeful to
give company and it was fun to be along with him. The sweet Pongal boiled in
the pot was later offered to the Sun, the foremost source of energy to the
entire living on earth and helps in high yield, which is a form of thanksgiving
to nature and farmers who transforms the resource into edible. On Mattu Pongal,
the third day of Pongal, I went for an outing on ECR and visited my great
grandma’s village. I will write on it later. Follows few shots from the offering:
The offer to energetic sun |
My favorite "ven pongal and vada" |