With all the excitement surrounding one of the most widely celebrated festivals in India I couldn’t help but reminisce on the Deepavali’s past in my life. And yes I refuse to call it Diwali. I grew up celebrating Deepavali and I will continue to address it that way 🙂 Much like Chennai and Madras I guess.
Growing up with cousins has one distinct advantage, a healthy spirit of competition. Much of my childhood was spent in Kovai in a house with plenty of space outside than inside. Deepavali preparations began well in advance with new clothes, smell of sweets and savories being prepared at home. Specially the Deepavali marundhu , which was a concoction of medicinal herbs cooked in ghee and stirred in with jaggery syrup. I loved it. It was supposed to help with indigestion which was bound to happen with huge quantities of sweets and mixture going into the body before 7:00 AM on Deepavali day.
On the actual day, thatha would wake us up and surprisingly that was one day we would all rush and compete to be the first to be ready. Seating us on a palagai with kolam on it, thatha would take the nalla yennai (Sesame oil) heated with black pepper seeds in it all set and ready from the previous day evening and apply some right at the top of the head and massage it in. In turns all of us would be anointed with the said oil and queue up for the bathrooms to have our “Ganga Snanam”. Akay of Lemon and Chillies has a nice post on Deepavali explaining this custom.
Eyes red from the shikakai powder, towels wrapped around our wet tresses, we would rush to wear our new clothes while amma and athai would help dry and do “pai pinnal”. Not sure how to explain it. It was a style of braiding just three strands of hair so it kept the hair loose without falling on the face and yet gave assurance to the parents that we weren’t running around with our hair all loose. Even as me and V focussed our attention on getting dressed my other cousin and bro would be at the streets with Appa and Thatha bursting the “sampradhaya” crackers. Then it was a fire fest literally with all homes vying for the most amount of paper kuppai in front of their homes.
By the time it was 8:00, the sun will be filtering in through the smog making for a lovely sight. People in all their new finery would walk dodging crackers all the way to the temple and back and then it would be time for the customary marundu along with sweets. By 9:00 we would all be ready to go back to sleep. The smell of pandigai samayal would fill the house. The whole day would pass by in a daze and we would be eating vadai and payasam till late evening and feeling sad the festival we waited for over weeks went past in a blink of an eye.
I know how K and I will be celebrating Deepavali this Monday. A spot of oil washed away with shampoo. A customary sweet either made or bought, memories of firecrackers and a whole lot of nostalgia.
Happy Deepavali to all of you and Iniya Deepavali Nal Vazhthukal for those who follow tamizh.