dances and tigers and bananas, oh my!

from cochin i took a train to thrissur (also called trichur.. every city here has at least two names) to meet a friend of a friend i'd been talking to for months but never actually met. rekha turned out to be a fabulous host despite having to look after an ailing father. despite the odd situation (me feeling bad for being there at all, her feeling bad she couldn't show me more) we had a great time exchanging hindi and spanish lessons, playing with/breaking up fights between her nieces and nephews and discussing all the great places to go in bombay. her family filled me to the brim with keralan food, naturally - piles of rice, heaping spoonfuls of sambar, lots of fluffy idli and of course more bananas (boiled, fried, chips) than i've ever had in my life.

pookkalam for onam

in between all this eating and playing i managed to see a bit of thrissur and some of the festivities of onam as well. thrissur is, it's said, the cultural capital of kerala, after all. the first day we walked around the neighborhood, noting the pookkalam (designs of flower petals) and thrikakarappan gracing thresholds to welcome lord mahabali. we then discovered (from the milkman) that there was a boat race one day so it was decided i should go. the boat race itself, of which there are many throughout the state in the month leading up to onam, i discovered, consists principally of waiting rather than watching. in the hours preceding the event i watched as foreigners were moved up to the front 'vvip' section while others jostled for plastic chairs. i hung back but did crawl up to the front to kneel down and take some pictures of the passing procession of boats. they weren't terrible big (most of them) or decorated but the rowing itself was fun to watch. after growing weary of squatting in front of the wooden biers, i got out of the shaded pavilion and walked through the crowds of umbrellas onto the bridge. while policemen where there shooing people to one side or the other, i managed to cross back and forth enough times to see the boats going by down below. it was a unique vantage point and made the race slightly more memorable.

ona sadhya, banana leaf and all

the following day i was taken to the community celebration of a small area called 'manipuri', which rekha assured me i was the first foreigner ever to grace. by now i've grown used to the constant staring and general fuss made over white people so i was ready for it. upon arriving at the school i was ushered to one of the front chairs (but at this point i've stopped fighting it) where i sat through, once again, speech after speech from politicians in what to me is incomprehensible malayalam. after several hours of this we were ushered over to another room where long tables had been set out in preparation for the onam sadhya, the traditional feast (often over 15 dishes) eaten on a banana leaf (easy cleanup!). delicious! after our lunch break it was back to the hall for dances. two girls performed alone, what looked to me like bharatnayam - their expressions were excellent and i was able to follow the basic stories. then another version of thiruvathirakali, the traditional onam dance performed in a circle around the lit diya. (a few times the girls' colorful silks got too close to the flames which elicited urgent 'shhh shhhs' from the onlooking mothers).

silks spinning around the lit diya

then finally, pulikali - the tiger dance (that's men painted as tigers, not live ones), and the closing of onam festivities. this event, as far as i know, only happens in thrissur and it is massive. roads are shut down hours in advance so i was dropped off in the main circle with hours to kill. having felt rather queasy all day, i passed most of the hours lying down under the shade of a large tree and attracting plenty of attention from passing park-goers. eventually i got up the strength to wander around and see where all the dances would happen. gradually i understood that the procession would be on the street itself and not inside the circle. as i sat waiting for the madness to begin i must have passed hundreds of people, mostly families entertaining kids with snacks of popcorn and popsicles and rides on the playground. i looked on as families claimed their spots along the cement wall, fathers holding up children for hours and mothers talking over a constant chorus of horns, slide whistles and squeaky toys.

finally the procession itself began - it seemed to be essentially a parade. through the designs in the cement wall i could see odd floats - with bricks, trees, and a giant octopus peppered with deities and a few men painted as tigers.
and then.. nothing.
for 20 or 30 minutes nothing at all happened, other than the crowds began to disperse into the road and people began to search for more snacks and diversions. i assumed the event was wrapping up and began to head to the street, disappointed and rather exhausted.

tiger-men shaking their big rice bellies

i asked a policeman to be sure the event had ended but he explained that, 'no, it's coming'. so i perched myself on a nearby curb and continued waiting. it's a good thing i did wait because if not i would have missed the absolute madness that ensued. by the time the procession of tigers had arrived it was nightfall but we could see the lights of the float approaching in the distance and hear the beating of the drums. the men carrying the rope (which pushed the crowds back and demarcated the tigers' territory, as it were) arrived first, sweating and grunting as they heaved the procession forward. and then.. the tigers. the men were clearly excited, having long prepared for the event. they were painted all over, save for a shiny orange loincloth - their arms, legs and chests all covered with orange and black paint. their protruding rice bellies were made to look like snouts, with ferocious looking fangs and bright red tongues. this coupled with their raucous (one might say savage) enthusiasm made it actually a rather terrifying sight. they chanted and shook their bellies to the constant rhythmic beat of the drums behind them, drawing further energy from the cheering crowds, of which i seemed to be the only female. the police and fellow men on crowd control saw this, and plucked me quickly out of the massive crowds and into the front of the procession. which not only managed to keep me safe from grabby hands but also afforded me great pictures! i'm not sure they quite capture the absolute madness, but i hope they give some impression of the general chaos.

i couldn't even say how long the event went on - after about a half hour of chanting, cheering and jiggling bellies, i headed back towards rekha's house, which i reached only after a long search for a rickshaw and an even longer ride home. my arrival, just after 9pm, was greeted with many questions. why was i so late? what took me so long? wasn't i afraid of anything traveling alone like that? i just answered with a shrug of the shoulders and big smiles.

just another of the joys of being a woman in india.