{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"PoohsDen","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden","author_name":"Vinitha","author_url":"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/author\/pooh_admin\/","title":"Festive times and childhood memories &#8212; PoohsDen","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"5O1FVky6JD\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/festive-times-and-childhood-memories\/\">Festive times and childhood memories<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/festive-times-and-childhood-memories\/embed\/#?secret=5O1FVky6JD\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Festive times and childhood memories&#8221; &#8212; PoohsDen\" data-secret=\"5O1FVky6JD\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.ourowncorner.com\/poohsden\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"This recent post by Kavi, sent R on a nostalgic dive to those days, growing up in Madurai as a kid. Its been 10 yrs since his last Chithirai thiruvizha, but he can still remember those memories like it was yesterday! Update: Thanks to R&#8217;s mom for this link. It has pictures and details of this year&#8217;s festival. Take a look. R says, I have gone many places and seen a lot of things, but absolutely nothing compares to the great festivities, devotion and excitement of the Chithirai thiruvizha. The festival is basically a celebration of the marriage of Goddess Meenakshi (Parvati) to Lord Sundareshwarar (Shiva). The thiruvizha begins with the procession of the deities along the four Masi streets, around the famous Meenakshi Amman temple. We were in the thick of action as we lived on West Masi street. Every evening during the festival the doorstep would be washed clean in the evening and an intricate pattern (kolam) would be drawn using rice flour. Then we would wait excitedly for the sound of the drums, signalling that the procession has begun. The musicians were followed by elephants or camels (it was different every day!) and we kids were always [&hellip;]","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/bp2.blogger.com\/_3S8bDSA63GQ\/RjsUOs6ntWI\/AAAAAAAAAOk\/at0aClTmWio\/s320\/cp-1.jpg"}