– Festivals are meant to be enjoyed with family, not about the perfect prasad!
I reached home late on Thrusday. Very late. At about 8. With R in tow. RD had a very bad allergy and couldnt pick up R. I weaved my way through the horrid crowd at the station, and the market and pleaded to a rick guy to take me to the brat’s daycare. HE finally agreed and then we got stuck in MAJOR traffic jam on a road. and reached late.
By the time I reached, I was irritated and bugged. I snapped at RD for some silly reason. He didnt say anything. I started to prepare for the modaks for the next day, making the filling etc. RD asked me why I was rushing so much since he would leave for office early and anyways I could do the nevidiyam at my own time. I continued to snarl and get bugged. He left me alone and I put on the stuff on the stove and we got down to eating dinner. I was bugged and irritated and even found faults in my favorite dal dhokli. RD kept telling me to chill and I kept snapping at him. R was laughing at us saying, Amma you are fighting so much.
And then I got this slighly burnt smell. Realised that I had forgotten the poornam on the gas and it had started to burn. I went screaming ‘Darn, darn, darn darn’ R came to me and said ‘Its okay Amma, Its okay amma’ Its not okay I screamed at her.
And then RD came in saying ‘arey look at it this way, Ganesha will get all yummy food to eat everywhere and he will be bored, so a slightly burnt modak will be a good change no?’
I looked at him with anger and asked him to shut up. He did.
And then I realised, I was snapping ever since I reached home. He told me calmly that RM, for whom are you doing this and why this effort to behave like a super human. Whose going to check if you made the prasadam or not. Who is going to judge you on this. Why do you have to do things when you are tired?
And I realised he was right. I took a deep breath. R and I went down to buy some curd and I even got a fanta for us. I came back home. All three of us had the fanta. I cooled down.
I realised festivals are about enjoying with your family. They are not about making the prasad on time or even making the prasad. The point is to have fun. I got reminded of the story my mom used to say that when she was a kid, her mom used to get up at 4 and ensure the prasad was made before 6 so that my thatha could do the nevidiyam. Unfortunately, my thathi wasnt a very morning person and would keep getting irritated all the while at her kids instead of letting them enjoy the festivities. Amma usually made it a point to make the prasadam aaram se without bothering about the timing.
I realised that she is right. At the end of the day, its about family right. And the fun!
I took out whatever I could of the unburnt poornam and then made it into small golas. Then R and I took out the broken Ganpati we had made the previous day. Bought feviquik and stuck the broken ear and the trunk. Then we took out some paints and painted the Ganpati 🙂 By the time, we slept it was about 10.30 PM (really late for R!) but we had fun doing it. I didnt bother one bit about what prasad I will make or will it be okay or not!
– I realised that festivals do help in socializing
I am not a very social person. I barely talk to people in my building, more because I am not at home most times. But this time, I took out time to go and visit three ganpatis in our building, and I am glad I did. Apart from the super awesome prasad, I also enjoyed interacting with folks 🙂
– Its good it rains during viserjan!
At least it rained on the second day. And I thanked God for it. At least the noise pollution from the crackers stopped. I wonder if Ganesha goes through some kiind of a treatment at the end of the festival every year, to get his ears repaired on something. Gosh! People really enjoying loud music eh?
– Teaching R ecofriendly-ness at this age may not be a very brilliant idea
So R came along to see the ganpatis in everyone’s house and she said ‘Amma our Ganpati looks so chotu na? we should have bought from store na?’
I was like yaa but..and went on to explain the plaster of paris yaada yaada to her.
And she just zoned out!
and this is how R and I decked up our Ganpati and prayed on Friday 🙂
1. Steamed Modak which were pretty decent
2. Parappu Vada
3. Salty modaks
4. Sheera made maharashtrian style 🙂