spirituality, nostalgia, and fun...

i always had a strange and vague memory of the something that happened to me years ago... i was taken to one of my neighbor's house for dinner... our feet were washed and painted with alta...  then we were fed with dinner and distributed sweets and money.... also i remember this house as big as any bollywood type palaces and i was smiling thru the whole incident.... wat escapes me was wat the occasion was or how old was i... all i cud deduce was i was very short, but when was i any taller???? so that was it.....

now last Saturday SA called up to help him out in Dussera Pooja... i didnt have any other plans after lunch with PK(who is on a short visit from Mumbai) so i moved my lazy bum to SA's place... we together dished up food for something wat he called Kanya Bhojan.. i had no clue but didn't want to have a foot-in-mouth-moment so kept quite.... the priest is a jolly good fellow and treats me as one in d family.... so i was allowed into the mandir to take up the pooja.... this was followed by a haven...  then suddenly 9 small girls streamed in and were seated down.... SA started washing their feet... HOLY SMOKE.... i had a heavy hit of nausea ... so THIS was d scene that kept playing in my mind for the past 15 years...GAWD......

wat followed was fine... i was asked to serve as d kids were too shy to ask anything and i was d only person who can talk in childish language... the kids left with a smile and happy "bye bye didi".... i was by the doing this

 this was wat we cooked.....

 

and the kids.....

and the dirty rag ringo, who chose not to pose to my cam...