two days into margazhi and I have a theory already.
this is the month to get your life firmly in place and you get 30 days ‘without the option’.
somethings are supposed to be a given.
wake up at 4 am.
bathe at 4.10 am.
draw a kolam at 4.20 am.
say the thiruppavai
eat an early breakfast
by 9 pm you are early to bed and fast asleep because you rose early.
I am trying to get on the margazhi bandwagon.
On the first day, I was so worried about zzzing past the 4 am alarm, that I woke at 2.45 am, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. By 6am, I had meditated, showered, drawn kolams, shined the silver, run the washing machine, written three lists, said 30/30 of andal’s poems, cooked breakfast and lunch, made idli batter, and filled water bottles, and CALMLY woke up firstborn and babyparam, and drove them early to school, CALMLY.
The kids were up 45 minutes earlier than usual, and they couldn’t tell the difference in my newfound calmness.
But I had so much more left of my day, in the afternoon, evening — some of which I RUINED by watching kiran and aamir with KJo on youtube. I quite like KaranJo because he giggles. And I have always been pro-giggling since childhood.
kiran rao, I thought, has a lovely smile. Aamir Khan was tres annoying. I am, irrationally, going to dislike his onscreen persona because I don’t like him in real life. so long Taare Zameen Par.
And then I walked on the besant nagar beach, and met two people I knew by sight from 15 years ago; all margazhi’d, I said hello instead of my more preferred social stance of crouching behind baby param. and one conversation was all in French, from my days in the alliance francaise. alors.
the margazhi thingal, as andal puts it, was a lovely day!
and today I was on day 2. up at 4 am; chirpy to be awake. making our doorstep a kolam’d one, while trying to figure out the meaning of the second verse…as I chanted it over.
I couldn’t . And I wiki’d it and ctrl v, here is the bit that appealed to me..
aiyamum alms to those who don’t ask (but need or deserve)
piccaiyum and alms (bhiksha) to those who ask
kai kaatti we will give
uyyum of sustaining ourselves
some happy contemplation for me, as I was thinking of three turtles named Egbert, albert and Robert — all from firstborn’s stories from his recent field trip —
and if you are ever in crocbank here’s a headsup: one of the turtles is a lazy eater, the other likes his chin to be tickled and the other bit firstborn’s classmates finger mistaking it for a leaf…