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The Big House at Mambalam
Posted: 10 Oct 2019, 10:31
by SivaRamanathan
When the cattle left in four wheelers from Pondicherry,
they came to T-Nagar in Mambalam
straight to their sheds at the back of the house
where partitions were made for cows and buffaloes
that settled as they wagged off the flies.
The clay pot soon filled with kitchen waste,
edible, uncooked, peel and rice-washed water,
all for the fodder trough.
Daughter-in-law number one did puja;
she habitually took Arthi with camphor and incense
and worshipped the behind where the tail started,
the dung shitting place—goddess Lakshmi resides there—
she loved to circumambulate, feed it humming bird tree leaves.
The dung was used to make gobar gas
which reached the kitchen through PVC pipes.
The harvest festival Pongal
was for worshipping cows, buffaloes and goats.
Cattle with newly-painted horns in vibrant colours,
wearing huge Hare Krishna beads and mock-silver anklets,
were made to circumambulate the brick stove fired with wood
where freshly-harvested rice boiled in jaggery and garnished
with cashew nuts and ghee brimmed-over as prasad.
Respected and pampered, the first offering
was for the cows.
Before the festival, cow dung was lumped as Pillayars
every dawn at the front doorsteps
and crowned with yellow flowers.
The courtyard was prepared for the festival,
topography marked with pointers in strategic places,
the hierarchy of daughters-in-law vied with the daughter
of the house to draw the kolam, a rice flour artwork
with dots and loops, depicting the Sun Lord’s chariot.
Grandma and little uncle had four chicken coops
for raising broiler chickens. When floods came,
the chickens drowned,
but the cattle were lead to a higher plane.
Servants and vendors dared walk in only through the side gate.
The long queue was for buying thick buttermilk.
Drumstick trees, mangoes, giant limes, guavas,
sapota, were grown at the back of the compound.
Night jasmines, Ixora, wax flower, oleander, were planted
for the gods. We did not have to purchase flowers.
A few furlongs away, Grandma had a farm
where the well was always full. Beans and gourds
intertwined and every two or three days, we plucked greens
and vegetables. I tagged along with her to the family farm.
Inside the house was an inner courtyard where uncles sat
with hand-woven thread towels wrapped around their waists
while their wives rubbed gingilli oil on their bodies
for the ritual oil bath. I vowed never to get married
if this was one of a wife’s duties, little realizing they enjoyed it.
The big house was demolished, the family farm levelled.
Concrete flats towered, and the well was full no more.
Re: The Big House at Mambalam
Posted: 11 Oct 2019, 10:48
by Kenneth2816
Glad to see this gain .its a,wonderful poem
Re: The Big House at Mambalam
Posted: 11 Oct 2019, 17:17
by SivaRamanathan
The Big House at Mambalam
The cattle left in four wheelers from Pondicherry,
and came to T-Nagar in Mambalam
straight to their sheds behind the house
where partitions were made for cows and buffaloes
They settled down, their tails wagged off flies.
The clay pot soon filled up with kitchen waste;
the uncooked, the peels and rice-washed water,
all for the fodder trough.
Daughter-in-law number one did puja;
she took Arthi with camphor and incense
and worshipped the behind where the tail started
the dung place—goddess Lakshmi resided there—(resides or resided)
she loved to circumambulate, feed it humming bird-tree leaves.
The dung used to make gobar gas
reached the kitchen through PVC pipes.
The harvest festival Pongal
celebrated for worshipping cows, buffaloes and goats;
cattle with newly-painted horns in vibrant colours
wearing huge Hare Krishna beads and mock-silver anklets
were made to circumambulate the wood-fired brick stove
freshly-harvested rice boiled in jaggery garnished
with cashew nuts and ghee brimmed-over as prasad. (Italics)
Respected and pampered, the first offering
was for the cows.
Before the festival, cow dung was lumped as Pillayars
every dawn at the front doorsteps
and crowned with yellow flowers.
The courtyard was prepared for the festival,
topography marked with pointers in strategic places,
the hierarchy of daughters-in-law vied with the daughter
of the house to draw the kolam, a rice flour artwork
with dots and loops, depicting the Sun Lord’s chariot.
Grandma and little uncle had four chicken coops
for raising broiler chickens. When floods came,
the chickens drowned
but the cattle were led to a higher plane.
Servants and vendors dared walk in only through the side gate.
The long queue was for buying thick buttermilk.
Drumstick trees, mangoes, giant limes, guavas,
sapota, were grown at the back of the compound.
Night jasmines, Ixora, wax flower, oleander, were planted
for the gods. We did not have to purchase flowers.
A few furlongs away, Grandma had a farm
where the well was always full. Beans and gourds
intertwined and every two or three days, we plucked greens
and vegetables. I tagged along with her to the family farm.
Inside the house was an inner courtyard where uncles sat
with hand-woven thread towels wrapped around their waists
while their wives rubbed gingelly oil on their bodies
for the ritual oil bath. I vowed never to get married
if this was one of a wife’s duties, little realizing they enjoyed it.
Now the big house is demolished, the family farm levelled.
Concrete flats tower, and the well is full no more.
Re: The Big House at Mambalam
Posted: 11 Oct 2019, 20:45
by BobBradshaw
Lovely poem....all the way through. The details immerse me in the setting...
love these lines especially....but they're all good
cattle with newly-painted horns in vibrant colours
wearing huge Hare Krishna beads and mock-silver anklets
were made to circumambulate the wood-fired brick stove
freshly-harvested rice boiled in jaggery garnished
with cashew nuts and ghee brimmed-over as prasad.
Re: The Big House at Mambalam
Posted: 16 Oct 2019, 08:46
by SivaRamanathan
Dear co-travellers,
If the poem has been tidied up to this level of structure it is only because a certain vanguard(who wishes to remain anonymous) from this group, has been coaching and making me work on this poem. Now the poem is finished and if the offer to send it to the IBPC is still open, then it is up to Michael and others to forward it.
Siva
Re: The Big House at Mambalam
Posted: 17 Oct 2019, 14:04
by Kenneth2816
One of my choices for IBPC this month