Was eating Arisi Pori (Rice crispies) last night. Bought a big bag at my favorite Kabali Pori Kadalai just before leaving India. Finished off that bag last night.. and feel so sad.
The Pori we get in the Indian stores here tastes really stale and is not crispy and the ones that are crispy taste too salty.
The little one came to me and said "give me the last few pori"
She ate it and went "This is like the Popcorn of India, Appa!"
Was in two minds to start a debate on "NO. Popcorn is the Pori of USA!" and decided against it.
Popcorn isn't bad either. It is "ezhaikku etha Pori urundai"!
(Non Tamil speakers, sorry, the last part loses a lot in translation)
Why can't we get good quality Pori (puffed rice) in the USA? Why? Why?
A picture is worth a thousand words. Will leave you with two, pictures that is...
A map (thanks to google) which defines 16 years of life spent just going between the marked spots,
and a very important "X" on that map that got special mention!
More than two thousand words rush into my head at the realization that a life that was centered around crossroads denoted by a small "+" on the map, branched out to locations, far and away.
Life does take you places.
You know I am good for all two thousand words given the time, but will stop with the first 60.
Know at least one person who would exclaim "thank god!" after reading that sentence!
When six hundred or so folk pull a ther (car) with 8 foot wheels around a temple tank for over 5 hours followed by a few mini ther's, it is not fair to compare it to any modern day car.
This is one event where no writeup can do justice. It was just spectacular. There was a public exam scheduled for the government schools that monday morning and in spite of that, this was the crowd!
There are only happy tears, when words fail you.
My grandpa got to see this video and he could not speak. He just lifted his hand and moved it to show "I bless you". That made my day, that made my "trip" and somehow for a fleeting moment, erased that image that I had of myself as the grandson who lived far away, unable to help his grandpa in any way.
A few photo highlights..
The remover of obstacles, literally! Vinayagar goes and clears the mylapore morning traffic for the other chariots.
The lineup from behind
The main Chariot (Ther)
Munnazhagu!
Pinnazhagu? Jr. was so envious of Ambaal's long hair!
Subramanya, Valli and Devaanai
A stitch shot of the main chariot.
This will be the last event summary post from the festival. I had to fly out the same night and missed the Arubathumoovar and another favorite, the China Potti fireworks! After this Chennai trip, there is a new belief. It is a small planet and there might be another chance to see this Utsavam in this lifetime, for one never knows.
ps. My original Video was rejected by Youtube because it was 47 seconds longer than the 10 minute limit. The next attempt was my edit of that video which ended up very grainy.. so the video posted above was the third or fourth attempt which should also be near high definition clarity!
Linking my two earlier attempts (1 and 2) of making this video out of almost 30 minutes of unedited footage, just to remind myself "if you try and fail, try again!"
One of the most glorious sights and my all time favorite in the Kabali temple utsavam is the way the gods dance into the temple, just before sunrise on the Rishabam (White or Silver bull, Rishabam is the sign Taurus). They time it just right and the way they rock the god to 3 beats per bar is amazing!
The last time I saw this was almost two decades ago. At that time the strange draw to this dance was not understood. During my foray into ballroom dancing in the mid nineties, the Viennese waltz was a favorite and I never realized why. This year standing there listening to the drum beats and the band as the god started dancing, I closed my eyes to savor the music for a second and there was this sudden urge to do a viennese waltz in the middle of the Rishabam watching crowd.
My mind said "cut cut cut.. we are in the middle of a very eastern ritual here and you suddently want to waltz with the videocamera in hand?", but the body was swaying to what was definitely, ballroom music of the highest quality.
Lord Kapali was indeed doing his dance to waltz timing and the note they played was a very western note too(you can hear it in the video). Finally after so many years, it felt like a giant jigsaw puzzle clicked into place!
Will always cherish this memory for a long long time to come. Lore has it that watching the god enter the temple just prior to sunrise is equivalent to watching him ascend Mount Kailas or heaven.
This time I got goosebumps watching the dance. (Probably got goosebumps watching it 20 years ago as well, but do not remember it)
Now for the photos...
The silver Rishabam
The golden Rishabam for Karpagambaal
The golden peacock for Subramanya (still remember how my brother and me were always scared of the peacock because of the snake in its mouth)
The morning started so perfectly that day, as we (my mum and me) walked slowly in search of an autorickshaw. The large crowd has dispersed within a few minutes after the procession ended and there was a silence all round the temple tank. Decided to take stitch photos from the tank. This is the best stitch I could get of the 3 mada veedhis (3 sides of the temple tank)
The old Rishabam was a hand painted bull that resembled the tigers and lions. Looks like the Taurus has received a massive upgrade. This one is just awesome! You take one look into its eyes and it transports you to a magical realm.
Part of the lure and the lore that mythology and the gods create, are provided by multi-headed creatures and human beasts.
They definitely make for fantastic stories, develop your imagination and get you ready to believe in Harry Potter almost thirty or so years later!
Did you know that the Lord of Mylapore has a night program as well during the festival season? Yep. His calendar is fully blocked for that week and he is out late at night, sometimes as late as 5AM!
In this video, we catch him getting warmed up for an all nighter, on his polycephalitic snake. There was a large crowd for this Friday night special.
As a kid, we would never get this close to the god because of the crowd and the fear of a kid getting lost in the crowd. Any tamizh movie fan knows that the number one way to lose a child is to walk the kid through a temple festival crowd.
Here are the pictures.
The many headed Naagam (snake)
Kamadhenu, aka the mother of all cows, giver of infinite gifts
The horned goat
My mom said "5 headed snake. you always loved this one". On careful inspection at home with the digital pictures and the video with a 120x zoom, one finds out that the snake actually has 7 heads, not five! Even grandma was surprised by this find.
Thursday, August 4, 2011 at 7:12PM 
