Temple festivals of yore were occasions when village children in particular enjoyed themselves wholeheartedly. The hawkers with wares unseen, vendors of exotic sweets, performers of magic tricks, performances like Ottan thullal, Chenda melam with its mystic and captivating tones and the caparisoned elephants provided enough thrill and excitements to the young minds. Money was hard to come by, but the enthusiasm was never diminished. Snacks from the make-shift stalls tasted heavenly.
As one grew up, the colours of many memories faded. Still, the Kathakali performances seen with sleep-filled eyes and the sight of the procession of family members back to home in the wee hours of the morning are images strongly left in the mind.
Majesty, the caparisoned elephant
Pancharimelam, the orchestra
As always, the ending of every festival brings in a gloom. But soon, at another place, another festival begins. The performers move to their next destination with all their paraphernalia along with the bundles of their Karma!
Now, comes X’mas! A very merry Christmas and a very happy new year to all!
19th December 2010