Japa has a boundary condition
Morning japa on the streetcar: 108 beads, 'Om Shri Matre Namah' on each one, mala tucked in my coat pocket because it's already minus two and I value my fingers.
Something my amma taught me that I love: when you reach the meru, the larger guru bead, you don't cross over it. You turn the mala around and go back the way you came.
As a software tester, I find this deeply satisfying. It's a boundary condition. You never run off the end of the array. Devi has excellent error handling.
A thousand names after a failed build
Release night. The regression suite failed at 6:47pm with 312 errors, and I am the one who has to explain why.
So at 10 I lit the lamp (brass, on a steel plate, nowhere near the curtains; my mother trained me well), sat in front of my little Devi picture, and began the Lalitha Sahasranama. A thousand names takes me about forty minutes. Somewhere around name 400 my shoulders came down from my ears.
She is called Shri Mata, the auspicious mother. Tonight she was also the one who reminded me the build is not my whole life. The errors are still there. I'm just not drowning in them anymore. Tomorrow: debug. Tonight: kumkum on my forehead and sleep.
Nine steps, three hundred dolls, one patient husband
Navratri started last night, which means our living room is no longer a living room. It is a golu.
For anyone who didn't grow up with it: in many Tamil homes we build a set of steps (always an odd number, we do nine) and cover them with dolls. Gods and goddesses on the top step, then saints, then people going about their lives, then animals and little village scenes at the bottom. The idea, as my paati explained it, is the whole of creation climbing toward the Divine Mother, one step at a time.
My marapachi dolls, the carved wooden bride and groom, came from my grandmother's house in Mylapore in a suitcase, wrapped in my old school uniform. They go up first, every year, before anything else. This year my husband built new steps out of shelving because the old cardboard ones finally gave up. He measured three times. I love him.
Every evening for nine nights we light the lamp, I recite the Lalitha Sahasranama (slowly, the 7pm version, not the heroic 5am version), and whoever visits goes home with sundal and a little bag of betel leaf, kumkum and a bangle. Our Canadian neighbours come every year now, and their daughter has formally requested a cricket player doll for the bottom step. She has been told the cricket player must sit next to the cows.
If you keep a golu, post your steps. I want to see everyone's dolls.