The third most loved palindrome for me is Wow, as the reverse resonates the exact expression, second one being Malayalam for not many reasons and distant first is Mom. The ride to one of the destination yesterday reverbates the wow expression quite meliflious either ways. We had to travel a refreshing 3 hour ride to the penultimate village Kinnakorai where the occasion was to celebrate our ancestral festival, Devabba. One of our ancestral festival, predominantly celebrating the harvest, a forgotten divinity now. I not only considered the occasion to be divine, but the ride in itself to be beyond divine. Though, I don't analyse history much, most of the culture and tradition insisted to worship nature, which by the modern thought now are seen archaic. If it is seen old-fangled, I don't mind being outmoded. There were a legion who revered nature as prime form of spirituality. May be fallacy in spirituality would have lead to only a coterie of people who revere nature now. However, belief system in whatever form should be neutral without treating nature an object of scorn.
The ride was from Ooty to Kinnakorai, a 60km ride with an enthralling path. Into the wild we drove with roads being rain drenched, trees swayed, branches danced, mild zephyr produced meliflious hymns. My divinity stayed intact. I could see the Diety in the clouds, light in the beam of rays, smoke in the mist, hymns in the wind, bells in the branches and prosperity in whole of greenery. I started to venarate along with isagnani. Amidts the capricious climate, we reached kinnakorai by 10.30am.
Sowing the seed on February, reaping it post 6 months and Thanking for the yield is what the celebration is all about. The procedures were carried out as per our traditions. The temple was inundated with people in white. Cultural dance followed the traditional procedures. The formation of people dancing was like a military march past. The discipline in dancing, the influx of different moments, the adornment of kids joining the joy of women watching turned out to be transcendental. Amidst the growing agony on relishing schadenfreude amongst our community people, it was so amiable to see people of convivial nature.
Kinnakorai, the penultimate village of the Nilgiris' West end, ultimate being Hiriyaseegai has a fun-filled history. I heard a woman saying the history in a sarcastic tone. Our forefathers who happened to be good hunters ran after hunting a deer and settled in a place where the deer was hunted into pieces, pieces meaning korai in baduga. However, the woman who was uttering the story, farcically expressed the desire to rewrite the history as to hunt the deer nearby to ooty town, subtly explaining the difficulties living in a remote village. To say it in modern terms 'sadly rich in peaceful life'.
We started there by 4.30PM freezing all memories. As I started by saying about the palindrome wow, it aptly applies to the reverse ride towards the town. From the jungle to another jungle in other words peace to chaos.
Disclaimer: This post is to instigate the thought to preserve nature and not to commercialise it.
- Karthick.
The ride was from Ooty to Kinnakorai, a 60km ride with an enthralling path. Into the wild we drove with roads being rain drenched, trees swayed, branches danced, mild zephyr produced meliflious hymns. My divinity stayed intact. I could see the Diety in the clouds, light in the beam of rays, smoke in the mist, hymns in the wind, bells in the branches and prosperity in whole of greenery. I started to venarate along with isagnani. Amidts the capricious climate, we reached kinnakorai by 10.30am.
Sowing the seed on February, reaping it post 6 months and Thanking for the yield is what the celebration is all about. The procedures were carried out as per our traditions. The temple was inundated with people in white. Cultural dance followed the traditional procedures. The formation of people dancing was like a military march past. The discipline in dancing, the influx of different moments, the adornment of kids joining the joy of women watching turned out to be transcendental. Amidst the growing agony on relishing schadenfreude amongst our community people, it was so amiable to see people of convivial nature.
Kinnakorai, the penultimate village of the Nilgiris' West end, ultimate being Hiriyaseegai has a fun-filled history. I heard a woman saying the history in a sarcastic tone. Our forefathers who happened to be good hunters ran after hunting a deer and settled in a place where the deer was hunted into pieces, pieces meaning korai in baduga. However, the woman who was uttering the story, farcically expressed the desire to rewrite the history as to hunt the deer nearby to ooty town, subtly explaining the difficulties living in a remote village. To say it in modern terms 'sadly rich in peaceful life'.
We started there by 4.30PM freezing all memories. As I started by saying about the palindrome wow, it aptly applies to the reverse ride towards the town. From the jungle to another jungle in other words peace to chaos.
Disclaimer: This post is to instigate the thought to preserve nature and not to commercialise it.
- Karthick.
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