Sunday 16 November 2014

Chhad Khai –an ode to the Odia foodie

 As the sanctimonious nip in the air resonates with Naam- kirtans, with the reverberations echoing blowing conches, and temple bells Odias respectfully herald the pious month of Kartik after bidding adieu to Goddess Durga. As careful hands artfully decorate the Tulsi Chauras with beautiful colourful, tributes depicting the three deities Jagannath Balabhadra and Subhadra with dry rice flour mixed with colour the holy month of Kartik unfolds its mystic sensibilities by beckoning every Odia to cleanse, control and fortify themselves spiritually through a month long period of abstinence and rituals.

The celebrations acquire a special meaning for the thousands of Habishyalis (devotees) thronging the temple city of Puri. Thriving on a frugal meal once a day comprising of rice and habisha Daal, thousands of ardent devotees are caught in the frenzied pace of sacred rituals with the darshan of the various appearances of the lord and adding the much desired spiritual fervour.

Culminating with the sacred five day period of Panchaka devoted to the worship of Tulsi Awala Shiva and the sun Kartik Purnima or Dev purnima  marking the victory of Lord Shiva over the demon Tripuri . Besides being accepted as the most propitious days for worshipping Shiva, next only to the Maha Shivaratri the full moon day assumes deep spiritual and religious meanings in the life of every devout Hindu. While Panchaka sees a steep rise in the prices of greens and vegetables the increased sales of sweet potatoes, Oou saaru and saaga indicate their inclusion in the special diet.
It always augurs well for followers of faith when science and religion merge. Restraining from a spicy diet, rich in animal proteins helps the body as per Ayurveda principles negating the ill effects of pitta, predominant in sharad. A vegetable enriched diet not only helps cleanse the body of toxins but practicing rituals and ceremonies also help regulate metabolism apart from deepening resolve and spirituality. Further the early morning dip in water bodies whether sacred or local are believed to aid in supplying the much-required Vitamin D especially at the crack of dawn. Welcoming winter, and the marriage season the last day of Kartik also marks the last day to take Ganga Snana , besides being revered as the birth day of  Guru Nanak. The day also sees the sailing of the Boita or paper boats by many as a symbol to bring prosperity into their lives an extension of ancient custom, which saw merchants of the state setting sail on far off voyages for trade.


 As the resplendent glow of Kartik Purnima enchants and blesses the holy, it`s enthusiastic welcome of Chaad Khai is warmly received by every Odia. Ushering the festive mood by sharply swerving away from the period of restraint Chhad Khai unleashes a long and famed trail of gastronomic delights with unmatched liveliness across households.
The thronging crowds, jostling for space in front of the butcher shop or the fish market openly reflect the desires of the Odia Foodie. Opening a cornucopia of non vegetarian delights with a tantalizing array of dishes including the much loved Macha Besara with the fried fish appetizingly nestling in a bed of tangy spicy mustard curry, to Kasha Mangsha famed to leave a fiery trail of aroma and taste as the mutton melts in the mouth with the delicious Kankada(Crab) Kukuda (Chicken) and prawn (Chingudi)curries appease  and tease the taste buds enticingly .Fish remains close to the Odia palate since ancient times and hence its natural habitat the water considered worthy to be revered .

 With rural belts strongly believing that one takes rebirth, as a crane if one doesn’t adhere to custom chad khaai being a delicious deviation from austerity invites every Odia to delve into the lavish fanfare with gay abandon.  Not only is the festivity celebrated in the state and nation but also across the Odia diaspora as well. The predominantly non -vegetarian food festival reinforces and enriches tradition custom besides strengthening roots and cultural transcendence. With commercial offerings becoming increasingly attractive in recent times, vindicated by many city-based eateries announcing weeklong celebrations, reflecting strong departures from norms, and festivities crossing thresholds and the hearth gaining momentum under the garb of neo practices.
  As Kartik Poornima ushers Chhad Khai and Balijatra celebrations, with Prathamashtami and the weekly Marga shira Guruvaar eagerly awaiting in the wings to bless each Odia threshold with happiness and prosperity let the joyous pride and respect for a rich legacy blossom forth in profusion spreading the fragrance of joy and unity amongst one and all.



                                                                    A tryst with time

 I hear the soft knock for the umpteenth time interrupting my chain of thoughts as I grapple to come to terms with bridging the gaps of present lapses and future projections. The persistent nature of the knock  compels me to open the door ,with a  reluctance that is almost palpable.Habit forces me to extend a warm welcoming smile to my beautiful guests .I acknowledge their strong presence, failing to extricate my tangled mesh of thoughts and memories from their pervasive invasion.

Past, suave in a perfectly cut tuxedo chaperoning Nostalgia draped in pure soft white cashmere the soft fabric complementing her shapely curves with the floral scarf perfectly accessorizing her simple elegance. The faint hint of musk and rose spread an unmistakable sense of languor as I realize the joy seeping through me as my banal efforts fail hopelessly to stop me  enjoying the  repartee with my cherished guests.  I see the treasure of memories flooding unrestrained from their tight confines draping me with warmth and enchantment .I watch in wonder the change descend upon my my dull clinical office as it swathes itself in beautiful hues.
As I vacillate between the strange quandaries and dilemmas hovering between happiness and guilt I feel the forceful entry of my eternally unwelcome partner and constant companion Present invade utopia   unannounced.  I shrug off the sharp sting of jealousy as I watch his long and easy strides as he crosses the room .I long to replicate the consummate ease with which he settles on the soft sofa opposite me. I fail to stop stammering as I dread facing the smirk bordering on disdain perched precariously between his cheeks and the aquiline nose trying to silence the scores of excuses hovering on my near paralyzed tongue. My silence is admittedly inadequate as he stares at me in askance finally  ripping me out my reveries with a precision difficult to match.  

With the strong ticking of the small clock on the glass table reminding me of the passage of time my thoughts are interrupted yet again by the  interrogative tone booming from Present questioning my prized guests about the very nature of their visit. Clearly voicing his unhappiness about their intrusion while accusing them of stalling the eventful flow of work in strong words ,I watch horrified as the two gentlemen enter an ugly spat of words. With Nostalgia beating a hasty retreat eagerly accompanied by Eloquence Articulation Patience, its a desperate situation as Past fights a lonely battle to fend off the aggressive deliberations of the accuser. The rising crescendo slowly making it more evident about the entry of Anger Dissent Hurt Disbelief and Hate I hear the feeble excuses given by  Past  as to its incapability  to change anything  with Present noting this with  smug delight. It`s not long that I fall prey to the evil machinations of Present as I forcibly shake myself back to routine.

As I complete an assignment heaving a sigh of relief which is compounded as I see the sudden arrival of Reason  as she casts furtive glances  to the tense situation between the sparring rivals. As she peeps out of the tiny nook round the corner, cloaked in grey, she leaves a strong yet unmistakable fragrance of positivity in the room. With skillful ease she calms the agitated offenders and  soothes their ruffled egos while working steadily on  smoothening their deeply creased brows and furrowed foreheads. I watch mesmerized as she effortless glides across to each, patiently explaining, coaxing .cajoling  one at a time finally making the sparring generals  agree for a truce.
I welcome the tiny smile flit across the face of Past as it looks across  his foe while the unstopping hands of the clock, witness ensuing the lighthearted chatter slowly graduate into an acceptance if not a casual friendship between the dissenting twosome.

 I distinctly feel the easing of the Herculean Grip of Present on my thoughts  relax into a casual touch. as my feats thank him ,I catch a glimpse of the twinge of regret ,or was it  pride on the face of Past as I briskly walk past  to face the unknown uncertainties of the Future.