It began 16 years ago, when I started carrying the ‘paal koodam’ or the milk pot on Thaipusam day.
My mother was especially very strict on this matter and would often force us to fast for a week. It was indeed a challenging task but as years passed by, we got used to the rituals.
On Thaipusam morning we would wake up early , shower and have light breakfast to sustain us for the religious journey barefoot to the temple.
Before leaving the house, a small prayer is said and fresh milk is poured into the decorated pots. It takes us about 45 minutes to reach the temple, where thousands of other devotees were waiting with their own milk pots for prayers.
We would gather in front of the temple and go around the ‘devastanam’ or the main altar three times before the offerings are started.
One by one, we would take turns to give our pots to the priest , who will pour the milk on to Lord Murugan.
Some devotees were tired, especially the kids, while some went into a state of trance. I too went into a state of trance and I only remember waking next to my mother.
My mother related the story of how I was slowly moving to the tunes of the Indian drums with my eyes closed and my father had to hold me as I became a little ‘uncontrollable’. I was in the state for only ten minutes but I still feel the shivers.
This was the first time I had such an experience. Previously, I used be afraid of people, who would get into trance as it didn’t make any sense to me but the perception has changed.
The whole spiritual experience has not only been eye opening but also a boost for my soul. Religious festivities are symbolic and meaningful for everyone, I feel truly blessed to have had an opportunity to be part of a higher calling.
With the blessing from Lord Muruga, at the end of the celebration I feel more peaceful and uplifted.
Happy Thaipusam!
My mother was especially very strict on this matter and would often force us to fast for a week. It was indeed a challenging task but as years passed by, we got used to the rituals.
On Thaipusam morning we would wake up early , shower and have light breakfast to sustain us for the religious journey barefoot to the temple.
Before leaving the house, a small prayer is said and fresh milk is poured into the decorated pots. It takes us about 45 minutes to reach the temple, where thousands of other devotees were waiting with their own milk pots for prayers.
We would gather in front of the temple and go around the ‘devastanam’ or the main altar three times before the offerings are started.
One by one, we would take turns to give our pots to the priest , who will pour the milk on to Lord Murugan.
Some devotees were tired, especially the kids, while some went into a state of trance. I too went into a state of trance and I only remember waking next to my mother.
My mother related the story of how I was slowly moving to the tunes of the Indian drums with my eyes closed and my father had to hold me as I became a little ‘uncontrollable’. I was in the state for only ten minutes but I still feel the shivers.
This was the first time I had such an experience. Previously, I used be afraid of people, who would get into trance as it didn’t make any sense to me but the perception has changed.
The whole spiritual experience has not only been eye opening but also a boost for my soul. Religious festivities are symbolic and meaningful for everyone, I feel truly blessed to have had an opportunity to be part of a higher calling.
With the blessing from Lord Muruga, at the end of the celebration I feel more peaceful and uplifted.
Happy Thaipusam!
