H a p p y ~ O n a m
Last week it was great celebrating Onam in Kerala.
It was a first time for me as a native of the state, to be here during the festival!
T’was also the reason I was missing in action in blogosphere.
Here is the traditional Pookalam or floral arrangement we all joined in to make.
Created with a blend of various colourful flowers.
A ton of patience is needed for anyone partaking in this festive activity 🙂
Additions by enthusiastic family members –
Here is the Pookalam I spotted in front of a village tea stall –
Tug-of-war games seemed to abound in the village during the day of the festival.
Village kids seated atop a wall try & get the best view of the game.
Few are curious at the new faces passing by –
The post-box is still very much in use –
The green, green grass of home.
Balm to the eyes these paddy fields were –
As far as the eye can see, with hardly a soul in sight –
The green sea –
There is something wonderfully innocent about villagers in India.
They lack the layers of pretension which has become a sort of natural clothing to many of their urban brethren. Having said that I’m an exception of course. Maybe that’s because I’m a villager at heart. Okay poor joke.
A villagers curiosity about who you are, where you’re from is unabashed & direct. Credential checking.
It’s amazing how interested they are in knowing key details…which their urban counterparts would generally refrain from asking due to being diplomatic, politically correct etcetera (not that urban folks are any less curious).
Questions you can expect when you visit a village in Kerala –
Who are you? Which house are you from? Who are your parents?
Notice there are no extra words to soften it with tact. And this is only the beginning.
In Kerala, for example a lot of importance is placed on the ancestral house name. We generally thrive off the illustriousness of our forefathers & the reputation they left us.
Talking to village folks with their candid style makes you realise that simple is good.