The punishment called perfection!
Recently, my son was tasked with reciting a Hindi poem on Indian festivals. As I was searching the internet for a good poem, it occurred to me how many festivals there were, that we celebrated through the year. From January through December. A festival a day keeps the school at bay! Every festival however would send me on a guilt trip. Oh my! I hadnt prepared any seedai for gokulashtami, I missed lighting lamps for karthigai. My modaks took an amoebic shape during gowri ganesha, and whats worse, the cute-bellied mud ganesha that I had bought 3 years ago, was still sitting in the corner of the pooja room and hadn't found his way to the nearby lake. As much as I wanted to prepare for a festival in advance, I failed. How were my friends in the US able to do it and post proud pictures of those perfectly brown salt seedais! How were they able to get their swami room have that makeover during festivals?! Their facebook pictures only added to my woes and I immediately started looking up...