Swalpa Adjust Madi, Maveli…..
This Onam threatened to be a dud: two people sick at home, deadlines at work, what else could go wrong to squash the festive spirit?
6:30 AM : Hubby dear, who was flat on his back, thinking up ways to get to my parents home, which is halfway around the city. Ideas included hiring a city taxi, which I promptly shot down. I know Bangalore roads intimately, and I know for a fact that they were not going to help his bad back any.
6:55 AM: It is confirmed, I am playing hookey from work. That decision made, decided to stay in bed a little longer and wallow in self pity. Hunger pangs and a charged-up monkey( my 4-year-old), jumping about put paid to our dreams of lolling about just a while longer. Breakfast: Warmed up garlic bread from last night’s dinner. Harbringer of things to come??
7:30 AM: Call from our apartment gate, a slightly irritated dad, asking that I come down immediately to let them in. I rush downstairs to see my parents, bags laden with all the makings of an Onam sadya. Hurrah for parents!!!
7:55 AM : Yet another breakfast, a more traditional one this time, dosa (mom had actually got the batter along!!) with some yummy coconut chutney.
8:30 AM: Hard at work making the Pookalam, amongst admonishments from my oh so tradition-bound dad that this had to be done really early in the morning. (Who forgot the flowers that needed to go in the middle?) A completely lop-sided pookalam thanks to Appu’s insistence on “helping”. This pookalam goes on record as one of my less elaborate creations but the one made with the maximum love. ( Is Maveli listening?)
12:30 PM: Sadya ready. Mom, u truly are the greatest!!!
6:30 AM : Hubby dear, who was flat on his back, thinking up ways to get to my parents home, which is halfway around the city. Ideas included hiring a city taxi, which I promptly shot down. I know Bangalore roads intimately, and I know for a fact that they were not going to help his bad back any.
6:55 AM: It is confirmed, I am playing hookey from work. That decision made, decided to stay in bed a little longer and wallow in self pity. Hunger pangs and a charged-up monkey( my 4-year-old), jumping about put paid to our dreams of lolling about just a while longer. Breakfast: Warmed up garlic bread from last night’s dinner. Harbringer of things to come??
7:30 AM: Call from our apartment gate, a slightly irritated dad, asking that I come down immediately to let them in. I rush downstairs to see my parents, bags laden with all the makings of an Onam sadya. Hurrah for parents!!!
7:55 AM : Yet another breakfast, a more traditional one this time, dosa (mom had actually got the batter along!!) with some yummy coconut chutney.
8:30 AM: Hard at work making the Pookalam, amongst admonishments from my oh so tradition-bound dad that this had to be done really early in the morning. (Who forgot the flowers that needed to go in the middle?) A completely lop-sided pookalam thanks to Appu’s insistence on “helping”. This pookalam goes on record as one of my less elaborate creations but the one made with the maximum love. ( Is Maveli listening?)
12:30 PM: Sadya ready. Mom, u truly are the greatest!!!
posted by newatthis at 9:26 AM
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You are correct sam. Mom's are always great. They know what to do for their kids. Finally you have enjoyed the festival . I do remember the last year Onam celebration. I came to home and had a good dinner. hmmmm unforgettable dishes..... Samku oru O podungo... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ooooooh!!!!
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