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Well, belated ഓണാശംസകൾ to all Malayali pals out there. Like any other 'quintessential'(oft recently this word began to have lewd associations for me, thanks to a cranky pal.) Malayali, I had gala celebrations( or was victimized by it) at college, which consisted of pookalams comprising of salt, saw dust and a few flowers, an ഓണസദ്യ and a couple of DSLR pics for proof.
At home, thanks to the umpteen number of TV channels showcasing newly released( some were even released on the TV!) movies and innumerable interviews with film stars who fondly reminisced their memories associated with, and went on reiterating about their busy lives and tightly packed schedules, I was kept engaged.. This is a favorite part of mine as, if not all of them, very few of them are seen to be affected by this syndrome of talking about things they don't understand or pretending for somebody else. There are beauties with brains in Cinema, but a few make it evident that they are not fit to talk about anything other than lipsticks and sunscreens. Yesterday I cried watching an interview of an actress, who was shocked by the 'newses' of 'misuses'.:p
Conscious of the fact that Onam had been much better when I used to be little, with cousins all around, presided by benevolent grandparents, I realize that like any other festival, Onam too, is about togetherness and warmth. Life hacks might have made life pretty easier, but the price paid is evident. Bliss. From that of the petite but profound pleasures of life. Maybe this is a part of growing pains as well. People abroad celebrate it with much gusto and nostalgia,whereas back at home, we sit glued to the TV screens. Well, it has become a pattern now. The mode of celebration. Who knows, generations later, we would be telling our grand kids the tale of the benevolent king Mahabali and the traditions associated with Onam. "We used to watch films in TV back then you know? Of Mohanlal and Mammootty... What a time we used to have back then..."
At home, thanks to the umpteen number of TV channels showcasing newly released( some were even released on the TV!) movies and innumerable interviews with film stars who fondly reminisced their memories associated with, and went on reiterating about their busy lives and tightly packed schedules, I was kept engaged.. This is a favorite part of mine as, if not all of them, very few of them are seen to be affected by this syndrome of talking about things they don't understand or pretending for somebody else. There are beauties with brains in Cinema, but a few make it evident that they are not fit to talk about anything other than lipsticks and sunscreens. Yesterday I cried watching an interview of an actress, who was shocked by the 'newses' of 'misuses'.:p
Conscious of the fact that Onam had been much better when I used to be little, with cousins all around, presided by benevolent grandparents, I realize that like any other festival, Onam too, is about togetherness and warmth. Life hacks might have made life pretty easier, but the price paid is evident. Bliss. From that of the petite but profound pleasures of life. Maybe this is a part of growing pains as well. People abroad celebrate it with much gusto and nostalgia,whereas back at home, we sit glued to the TV screens. Well, it has become a pattern now. The mode of celebration. Who knows, generations later, we would be telling our grand kids the tale of the benevolent king Mahabali and the traditions associated with Onam. "We used to watch films in TV back then you know? Of Mohanlal and Mammootty... What a time we used to have back then..."
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