I grew up in Madras. Life would begin at 5:30 AM in the morning to a Suprabhatham or a Vishnu Sahasranamam. Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner would mostly be rice-based. Despite the rice-touch all of us used to be healthy and did not visit the doctor to reduce weight or to cut-down rice!
Fashion was all about half-saris, long plaits and jasmine flowers in the hair. I remember my childhood days wearing ONLY paavadai-chattai at home. My dad wouldn’t allow me to wear frocks! Come to think of it. The reason deserves a post by itself. I went to school where I had to wear salwar-kameez with pinned duppatta. These days, Kurta / Kurti / Salwar Kameez / Paavadai Dhaavani / Sarees ~~~ are just in my dreams.
We knew everyone who lived in our street. In the Wee hours of morning, a maami would stop-by just to ask “Kapi acha?“… Evening would be all about maami’s and maama’s walking towards a temple, bhajanai’s and TV Serials.
There was someone who taught music and dance in every street of West Mambalam. I also miss the Marghazhi magic. It’s years since I have spent a december in Madras. I hear that between April and June many Carnatic vocalists perform here in Cleveland, Texas and California. But NONE seem to come to Boston!
Huh! I miss all of that here and I’m still getting used to this place..
I see many desi girls around me here neither wearing a bindi nor an earring. Some married women never have the signs… the ‘mangalsutra’/’thali’ the ‘toe-ring’ etc etc are all missing. Whenever I see such people, I rage and I would remember the day I got married and remember what my mom said ‘This thali may just be a thick long gold chain with added pieces of gold and silver in the center. But it means more than that. Never ever remove this‘. In hindsight, I know and I understand the cultural differences in the place where I live in now. Deviating from such norms is new to me and I’ve learned not to bother about someone not being indian in their dressing sense. I am just happy that I have not changed.
All the beautiful kurtas I bought from my last trip to India are sleeping in my closet now. I hardly wear them. However, my desire to wear them are at peak at times and doesn’t seem to go. We have casual friday’s at office here and I do try to wear my Indian kurtas on those days. That makes me happy.
Okay. I’ll stop here. Too much randomness in a post is not good! 😛
P.S.: Tomorrow we are going to have one of the worst snowstorms here in Boston. Hopefully I will have power at home and post tomorrow. If not I’ll do a double post on Wed. Is that even acceptable in the Blogathon??.