I was afraid to wear it or a bit ashamed, to be frank. After all, it was the traditional dress of my region, and everyone was proud to wear it, but it made me look silly.
Veshti is the farmer’s dress, the dress which has cultural values in it. People wear it on an auspicious occasion like when visiting a temple, marriage, and of course during Pongal celebrations.
It will be my last Pongal celebrations conducted by my college which I will be celebrating with my friends wearing veshti. Pongal, a festival by farmers thanking god for the year’s good harvest, and we college kids celebrate this day thinking we are holding traditional values by wearing veshti. I didn’t attend previous year celebrations just cause I was afraid to wear veshti, but I won’t let my fear stop my last Pongal celebrations with my friends.
The celebration day started 48 hours before when I was arguing with my mother about choosing the shirt to go with veshti. A bright shirt looks nice on white veshti which mostly I wore it to college already, but I finally decided on this orange/red shirt which might just be okay. I had some guts this year to wore veshti than ever cause I had already worn it. It was another auspicious day when I wore veshti at my brother’s wedding. It had given me some confidence to wear it in front of the entire college.
As I entered college this time with a lot of fear people started noticing me without any reaction. I was thinking, why are they not mocking me, or commenting me for being funny wearing veshti. It finally struck, I was not that much awful or silly than I thought. I felt comfy knowing people saw myself wearing veshti usual, and the day started to get a whole lot better, and I made sure I’ll write about it.
You know Parai? It is one of the oldest drum still used in southern India, it is made of animal skin. The sound from Parai will raise your endorphins, and your legs will start shaking without your knowledge. We had these parai and huge drums playing all morning. All the boys wearing veshti and girls in saree were dancing in front and with some staffs having no fear or sorrow. It was incredible, we finished our final Pongal celebration in a group photoshoot.
But my day was not over, I went to Rajini movie Petta that afternoon with some friends. And, I went to my home that evening still wearing veshti wanting not to let go of that day or veshti.
This was my Pongal celebration. My fear of veshti. My regret for not attending celebration the previous year. The Second time I wore veshti.