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Pongal: Jan. 7th |
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A journal contribution from Sue while Ashok is in the USA: |
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Lakhshmi placed the telephone message pad in front of me
and said, "PONG-gall". "PONG-gall", she repeated, while pointing to an
attractive picture of a garlanded cow on the cover of our telephone message pad. We
usually manage to communicate by pointing. This time I wasnt getting it, so I told
her Id get back to her (which she somehow understood). "So", I asked one
of our patient Indian friends later that day, "whats the correct protocol when
your maid points at a picture of a cow and says PONG-gall". |
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This was my introduction to Pongal, a now favorite Hindu
holiday. Pongal is the South Indian harvest festival, and, among other things, it is the
one day of the year the cows, bullocks, water buffalo, etc. get a day off from work. I was
told the animals were decorated, paraded around the streets, and fed favorite fruits and
sweets all day. |
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Cows are everywhere in Bangalore; on street corners, by
your front stoop, in your rubbish bin, and even in the middle of the road. Once we saw two
cows going at it merrily in the middle of a major road, with the drivers driving by
without a thought.. We have come to recognize and name most of the cows that live in our
neighborhood, and we take pleasure in learning each cows personality. A festival,
which sounded like a huge bovine Halloween parade, was something I had to see. |
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Lakshmi unexpectedly appeared on Pongal (it was her day
off) in her finest sari and special dangling gold earrings to invite me to her
fathers home. I happily accepted, and when we arrived, the familys two water
buffalo were standing in the front room. They were so gorgeous they could have entered a
beauty competition. Each animal had several opulent garlands of orange and yellow
marigolds hung around the necks, horns painted red with jingle bells attached to the tips,
a bunch of bananas tied with a string around the foreheads, and a red bindi. Silver
anklets jingled daintily as they shifted their weight from one foot to another. Colorful
ribbons, ties, and streamers served as accessories to complete the wardrobe. The naturally
long eyelashes didnt need mascara. These animals were stunning. |
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After I genuinely admired all of the other cows, etc. in
the vicinity, a lengthy series of introductions took place. About ten little kids who were
learning English in school and who all talk in high pitched stereo, introduced me to
Lakshmi's mother, father, cousins, children, babies, assorted miscellaneous relatives,
neighbors, neighbors children, neighbors babies, neighbors miscellaneous
relatives, etc. The group kept getting bigger because more neighbors and neighbors
neighbors heard the unprecedented news a white woman with a camera was here for a visit. |
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My mind began to drift off to our two family animals in
California. How would they look with garlands of catnip, goldfish tied around their
foreheads, little bird warning anklets on their paws, and red bindis? Of course, these
animals havent ever worked and would immediately shred the catnip, goldfish, and
me.... No, Indian festivals just dont translate well. They are vivid, joyful, noisy,
crowded, totally enveloping and fun. You had to be there. |
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