After a lot of thought and deliberation, we decided to celebrate Pongal in Chennai only this round. Reached S’s home last night and immediately jumped into action – that is to put Kolam(Rangoli). If selecting the kolam took forever, coloring it seemed to take an eternity – especially after having traveled for 6hrs coming straight out of work. It was ten past midnight by the time we finished. My left leg had gone numb from all this process. And I know this is just the beginning 😀
Here is the outcome of our hard work –
Pongal means a lot of work – for the DIL and thats me. Elaborate preparations and all that. From morning, MIL and I were confined to the walls of kitchen only. If she made two types of Pongal and was busy preparing for the pooja, I was stuck cutting vegetables for Aviyal. When I say I got stuck, I really mean it. For more than two hours, I was chopping veggies continuously (including a kilo of onions) and now I can hardly feel my fingers or for that matter, my right hand itself. So, after almost 4hrs of kitchen struggle, we made two varieties of pongal, two varieties of vadais and avial.
It is at times like these, I feel I could have stayed a daughter than become a daughter-in-law. Being a DIL means being & acting grownup and responsible. And I am not sure if I am there yet, even after 3yrs of marriage. It irritates me that only a couple of people in the house should work while the rest of them can enjoy endless television. I feel bad for the MIL, if not for me – she would have suffered all alone – Not that she thinks any of this as a trouble.
I didnt mean to write such a post on a happy happy day as Pongal, but I am so bugged right now. On top of all this, this stupid TV has been switched on for like ever now and its only adding to my irritation.