Playing Dress-up is one of the most favorite part of any girl’s childhood. Stealing mom’s dupattas to tie as a saree or stealing her makeup and jewelry to look like a bride from the movies. Let’s just say we have all been there and done all of that. Lucky are those who have some pictures of these memories. Talking of pictures, I believe every South Indian woman would at least have one picture of her in Poola jada standing against a mirror. As a Blogger for a Business Account, I refrain from personal Information here, but hey I just couldn’t stop myself from sharing some of my memories when I saw all these poola jada pictures of Brides.
When I was probably 10 or 11 years old, I remember being all excited for the poola jada from several day before. I would repeatedly ask my grandmom about the poola jada and just keep blabbering to her that I would want this design or that colored flowers or showing her a design from the nearby floral market where they would hang the freshly made Poola jadas every evening. I would have probably even dreamed of the same at night.
On the actual day, around siesta time I would just sit in the verandah waiting for the flower lady to drop by. It was a remarkable sight! Close to half a bucket of jasmines and small little piles of various flowers to make the poola jada would just fill the afternoon air with fragrance. The neighboring ladies would all come and help my grand mom make the numerous strings of flowers. I would just pace around in excitement and probably announce it to all the neighbors on the street about the poola jada and just waiting to wear it already.
Once all the individual pieces are ready, the ladies would call me and after patiently sitting there for a couple of hours with hardly moving my head, they would all admire their handiwork and call it a day. All would keep praising the design and how beautiful it looked, except the little me who dint know how to look at my Jada. My Grandmom would hold a mirror against another mirror at the back, but I just would not be able to see it. Despite the heavy jada and not even having the luxury to even rest your head against a chair, the excitement of mini me was contagious.
I would then go and change into a Pattu pavadai and wear some jewelry with a face full of talcum powder. Once ready, my grandpa would take me to a nearby photo studio where a mirror would be placed behind me to get a full length of the glorious Jada.
Oh, not to mention how my Granny would try to ward off evil eye with some salt at the end of day. The best part though, was changing into cartoon pajamas and going to bed with the same Jada!
I din’t knew the last time I had my poola jada done this way would be my last time, but I am glad I have those memories and some pictures to look back to.
Did I make you all nostalgic? Now is the time you open your childhood photos, look for those poola jada photos and don’t forget to share them in the comments!