Mum pointed out to me this delightful (newspaper) Deepavali advertisement by Maxis.
It was refreshing to read something thought provoking for a change. Not that festival advertisements have not been thought provoking; there have been great graphic masterpieces in recent years, but this was built on dialogue, and what a clever little piece!
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How do you unravel a murukku? I asked my mother.
Her eyes rolled heavenwards as a soft, tender sigh escaped her clenched lips: 'Kirukku payale.'
I was relieved when she laid the ladle down before turning to me.
'Have some oomapodhi', she said.
It just gets better, I thought.
'Is it tasty? Now, take just one. Not one handful! Katrika! Just take one little one, a strand.'
And I did, being suitably well-trained.
'How does it taste?'
Can't taste a thing, I replied.
'Because, alone, it is insignificant. But, put it together with more strands, and what do you get?'
Oomapodhi, I said.
'And why do you think we serve this on Deepavali when guests visit?'
A tiny light shone in my head. Erm, because celebrations are something to be shared -- as in the more the merrier? I asked.
So, how do you...
'Everything is intertwined and interconnected. Go water the garden.'
That was years ago. I finally put away childish things and became a man. And I no longer wonder how to unravel murukku. I know better.