Krishna's Birthday

It is the celebration of Lord Krishna's birthday. Truth be known, it is the celebration of our ability to consume large quantities of absolute delicacies. What we do is, we offer these tremendously tasty foodstuff to Lord Krishna first. Then we give him a fighting chance to materialize out of thin air and claim these delicacies, all the time we keep a non-committal look and murmur various mantra chants under our breath. But even if he does appear, we don't allow him access to the goodies without a fight, so we light camphor and wave it about like a medieval dragon spewing out sheets of flame and sneezing suddenly. When all this subsides, and the Lord Krishna chooses to stay put in his celestial abode and not risk his divine skin with people like us, we declare magnanimously that we will consume the offering, in lieu of God himself.
You, not only get to eat great stuff, but you also think for a while that you are God, or atleast his next best appointee.
I know there are going to be other people who would argue otherwise, but there will always be other people. Anyway, this time since our cook had taken sick, the pressure descended on my wife to manufacture the goodies. I came to her rescue and said that she didn't have to do anything, just the religious stuff. Big mistake, because I am missing the "sheedai", "vella sheedai" and all of their yummy cousins deeply now. The first bell that my PDA rings tomorrow morning would be to remind me to go to Krishna Sweets (LOL) and buy everything they've got.
Considering that I am generally a great guy, I offered to do some kolam to ease the workload off my wife's young shoulders. Unfortunately, today's kolams had to be done with a concoction comprising of riceflour mixed in water. This "paint" had to be used with a gooey cloth or something, by dipping it and squeezing it as you paint. Apparenntly, this was the way the people of Krishna land painted awesome paintings all over town and freaked out. I drew a representation of a tree where Lord Krishna was known to hang out with his friends. I also drew an abstract representation of LK playing the flute, leaning against the tree, with his back to us. The fact that I had to kneel on the floor and paint (my distant cousin Jabba the Hut and I acknowledge that bending and twisting are not our strongpoints), together with the overpowering smell of the concoction and the damp gooey cloth-like painting device, didn't do much to kindle my creative spark into a raging fire.

My wife who had gone away to bathe and make herself sacred for the religious events, proclaimed that the ghastly diagram was a masterstroke, and that I was, without doubt, Picasso, only a few tons heavier. Well, she kinda thinks that I am a shining star that has been forced to walk the earth, and so, she was bound to like it. (And I am not in a real hurry to lead her to the horrible truth yet).

Anyway, all's well that ends well... well... will end well tomorrow, after I purchase everything from the Sweet Shop.