The birth of the Tamil month of ‘Thai’ occupies a special significance in my heart. For a farmer, ‘Thai’ is the tenth month in the Tamil calendar. The arrival of ‘Thai’ is celebrated with colour, splendour, nature, gratitude and of course, good food : Pongal, we call it. For a long while now, Pongal festivities in urban areas have been relegated to a fun bonfire, a fancy ghee dripping Pongal (the dish) and a lazy time in front of the TV.
The festival, though, has a lineage of several thousand years and the least every succeeding generation did was to mark it on the calendar. Which is fantastic. Needless to say, they celebrated in accordance of the times they lived in and added a layer of flavour.
As a kid, I recall running with a carefree energy, in farmlands of a distant dusty village cluster near Madurai in Tamil Nadu on the day of Pongal. Careful not to trample on the colourful ‘Kolams’ that dotted every doorway. Running to see garlanded cows and goats with a fresh coat of paint donning their horns. Jostling to get a better glimpse of events at the village centre, atop the shoulders of uncles and cousins. A uniquely rural Indian moment, if you will. Replete with painted horns matched in their colour by glaring ribbons, and blaring megaphones. Shy women stood at the doorway of quaint houses and watched drunken men, cows, and kids like us traipse by. The world seemed to have a spring in its step.
That is my memory of Pongal. There was magic in the air. The Pongal magic.
For long, I believed that it was ‘Thai’ that did it. For it heralded new beginnings. It meant that there was a shift in the seasons. The seeds that were sown months ago and nurtured over several months had morphed into something else. Grain. Food. It was time for a harvest. It was time for abundance.
To date, on Pongal day, a traditional Tamil rural household converges outside of their homes under the benign grandeur of the Sun God and cook. Boiling the milk and adding freshly harvested rice, even as it overflows, to signify gratitude and abundance. Or at least, that’s the story I have experienced.
‘Thai Piranthaal Vazhi Pirakkum’ they say. ‘When the month of Thai arrives, opportunities arrive’ is a loose translation.
The urbanisation of our lifestyles has drifted away from the rhythms of its rural origins. Retaining the ritual and missing the flavour. Yet, the spirit of the festival permeates the mid-January air.
Sometimes, that’s all that matter.
Here’s to a super Pongal. May there be new vistas for health, happiness and fulfilment in all our lives. And even as they knock on our doors, may we have the prescience to hear the knock and open the doors of our soul.
May we live!
3 thoughts on “The Pongal Magic”
கவி பொங்கல் விழாவை உங்கள் ஊரில்இருந்து இங்கு வரை சித்தரித்தீர்க்கள்.for self also this dayvmarks the result of CA final nice article
Kavi the magic in your words brought out the true magical meaning of Pongal – like you have rightly mentioned ‘Thai’ is supposed to bestow people with newer opportunities and I pray this ‘Thai’ indeed turns efforts of our farmers to ‘ Sweet results’…
I could not agree more on the beauty and innocence of Rural India. It’s incredibly beautiful. I miss it already.