- Early morning shower – check
- Big kolam – check
- Quick cleaning of the house – check
- Chakrapongal – check
- Vadai – Check
- Couple of full length karumbus – check
- Small no-fuss pooja – check
- Hearty meal of the said pongal and vadais – check
- Pongal Pattimandram on TV – check
This is our Pongal for this year. After a lot of deliberation, we decided not to head Chennai for Pongal – for the first time since I have been married. For the first time, we celebrated Pongal in our house in Bangalore. First time!
For the first time, I am not feeling bad about missing my parents.
For the first time, I am not bothered about what others would say if I am not with the in-laws for the festival.
For the first time, I went about my tasks at own pace not getting instructions from others.
For the first time, I got to watch the Pattimandram on TV fully – not just listening to it from the kitchen.
For the first time, I got to plan how I wanted to celebrate the festival.
When we decided not to go to Chennai, I was in double minds. I know for sure our families would miss us. And I was not feeling very well about it. MIL would have a whole day of cooking work infront of her. No one would come forward to help her. Had I been there, I would take up half of the tasks. I would be pampered with late night mehendi sessions and my tummy would be kept full all the time. And then I would get to visit the parents, who would take the pampering to another level. Had there been a traditional bommala koluvu at home, I would have been busy decking myself up – right on time to receive all the guests coming home for the tambulam. And then, the time I would get to spend with the sister!
Yet, we decided that its time we started our own tradition – just the two of us. For a change, it felt really good as the time neared. S was seen selecting the juiciest of the sugarcanes from the market and I made multiple trips to the supermarket preparing for the festival. I wanted our first experience to be the best, not missing out on anything.
The Chakrapongal sure was tasty and my first ever Vadais turned out crisp with a prefect hole in the center. That should count as my first success right?! S wanted onions in his vadais – sure, why not?! I only lit two lamps and called it my pooja for the day – no problem, right? I stayed in my nightie, even while offering prayers – who is to question me? After writing this post, I plan on sitting with my Kindle for sometime before heading for lunch preparation – of course! I plan on wearing a saree and posing for a number of photos, later. This, according to me is the best ever festival I ever celebrated after getting married. No denying that I am missing all my people around me, but then this is a good change.
Here’s to our many more firsts and many more great memories!! 🙂