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| The dance in parab |
The word tribe has always been narrated as downtrodden, the group of captive who are less civilized, old fashioned and underdeveloped. As I travel across the tribal villages for my research, the so called definition of tribe proved me wrong. The clean floor of the houses, the well organized and planned kitchen, the well placed sacred places provoked me to intriguing more into the life of the tribe. They do not need soap and purified water to clean their body. Little fresh mud and cool stream water enough to splash their skin. For me coming from city and having constant cosmopolitan thoughts, how can people live without entertainment? I found myself trapped in fallacy, seeing them singing, drinking and dancing to their tribal tunes and beats. The music was far better than I have heard in English pubs and clubs. The dance was mesmerising me and my feet was dragging to dance with them. The colourful beads and metal ornaments hanging on women body was dazzling with the sun rays. The life full of natural self, nothing stops them from falling in love with. The women seen happily fagging and boozing with their mates giggling and enjoying the chats with their love ones. No set rules for them to get indulge with their partners. They are more modernized and open than the so called civilized communities. The experience was overwhelming me. I was enlighten with the offer for a country liquor made up of from a very indigenous techniques. The cashew nuts fruits boiled to collect the vapour. It taste like improvised beer. Clinging on to the urban lifestyle, I started strolling around to check out the shopping mall. They had the best market area, open space and naturally made, male and female sitting on line selling all traditional eatables, liquors, freshly grown vegetables and fruits as if pluck straight from their kitchen garden. I could smell the freshly heaven in the market. Far better than the Oxford street posh shopping area of London and the MG road shopping complex of metro Indian cities. The cool breeze were natural AC they need not need a four walled room to set their commodities. Every stuff was arranged very nicely, they were seen laughing and giggling enjoying selling, having no monopoly among them and no competition to have the best product in the market. Simply love the friendly and homely market atmosphere.
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| The Market area |
Each social organization I tries to explore wonder me with amazingly beautiful thoughts, how accomplish these people are. The festivals, marriage ceremonies, the christening of babies and many more things made me joyful and never hesitate to say blissful to be born as a tribe!!!
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| Making of country liquor |
