A Rural Asian Wedding Travelogue, Culture and Communities, Fantasy, India, Santhal Tribe, West Bengal
Published on 27/07/2020
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To a Monsoon Wedding and a Rare Feast –III

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After Kaushik and I experienced our first monsoon thunder, together under this Divine Tree, I knew that home was calling. I was already on an extended journey here in Bengal, but incessant downpour set me up for long at Kaushik’s home in Jhargram. One evening when rain took a brief break, I went out on a short walk towards the local football park where i had played five days ago, where I was welcomed by millions of frogs playing music  in the recently grown pond.

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During one of those rainy nights Kaushik received a phone, where his friend invited him to his sister’s wedding. I got excited and we decided to leave, with a condition. His friend asked us to reach by the daylight.

We started from here in time, but rain and bad road took all day to reach a place from where we had to wait for the jeep to the village. It was a strange place. There were many people but there was almost no sound. I didn’t see almost anyone talking to the other. People were walking, standing, staring, sitting mainly but it was abnormally quiet. In front of me, across the road I saw three elderly, look a like, and must have been sisters. All sitting outside their big, round door home; they should be over sixty, wore skirts and their seemingly never cut long hair reached their ankles, where their skirts ended. Meanwhile one amongst them stood and started writing something on the outer wall. That whole front was filled with Bengali letters. They didn’t look like normal elderly’s for sure. And I just couldn’t look anywhere else but them. I would have gathered courage may be to walk up to them but,

Kaushik found probably the very last jeep after the last had already gone. It was late. I had forgotten what kaushik’s friend had advised until inside the car, the driver’s help sitting beside cautioned hiding anything expensive in your bags including your watch. There was a particular place in the journey, they talked among themselves, where the so called people used to stop the cars, buses and loot people. In some cases if you come as offensive they might even shoot you. Kaushik took my camera and hid it, and we all in our bodies started waiting for it.

The jeep moved through the darkening jungle alone, inside we were anxious, silent. Throughout the journey, the road had no lights, there were no junctions, stopping points, not even homes or huts; rather the only thing that the locals sitting in the car were most concerned about that there was no vehicle coming from the opposite direction, there must be something going on! Anxiously under our fainting breath, we all waited. And suddenly one spoke it is about to come, see that curve; the other asked the driver to not stop, driver held his pace, faster than average, curved sharply with road turning left and yelled out loud that there is no fallen tree on the road, means no probable blockage, and we might just pass. In utter anxiousness all hell broke lose inside the car when nothing happened and we passed that place. Personally it was a tense time carrying low stomach pangs as I had never imagined such a thing was possible.

At last we reached Kaushik’s friends place. It was late in the night and I preferred to sleep. Kaushik and friend decided to go upstairs, with McDowell, that he really wanted to gulp all down after today’s experience.

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Morning arrived early. Even before I could sit up and stretch my arms on my bed sat two pretty ladies with breakfast. It included dry rice dipped in mustard oil, four Rasgulla’s and a full-formed fish. I couldn’t even stare at my breakfast long enough; probably I was still in sleep. I think they felt bad when I told them I cannot eat it, likewise they were astonished to learn that I don’t eat fish; How is it possible? It’s just a fish! It is a water fruit! It’s not even a non-vegetarian dish! Kaushik came to my rescue soon.

Evening arrived, and we left for the wedding. It was further deep in the village. Kaushik took his friend’s bike. I sat behind looking and praising the beauty all over, I was so intrigued that my eyes kept going back only to the red earth. Soil like this, as far as you can see was red, it was unreal. Laal Maat(red clay) as they called it.

We had reached early. The sun was setting, and people have only started to arrive now. The bulbs were set up and soon came into being. As night slowly crawled over the light, night creatures of all sizes and forms in tens, hundreds and thousands started hovering around the yellow bulbs. Some were very creepy, some big and few even could be seen carrying eyes. They were all over, so much so that they seemed to outnumber any other moving being. May be because it was humid as it hadn’t rained for past few days.

Not far, women had started gathering, forming a circle. It was that time when there was no DJ, neither there was any music. Instead women in numbers kept joining the circle, singing, making sounds from their mouth as they do Bengali weddings. They were performing their local dance and with each beat they moved two steps ahead, one step back. And it went on, in between women kept coming and leaving.

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Away from the dance, few men carried extra large utensils. Around five large round tubs were placed under five different bulbs. They were half filled with water. Soon two men brought a big piece of cloth, a little bigger than an average towel, positioned themselves and started hitting, bringing down all the insects present, flying around the yellow filament bulbs in such a way that insects started falling into the tub. They went on doing it for an hour till the tub brimmed with all kinds of fruit flies, grasshoppers, ladybugs and the likes; many died on their way, some drowning under the weight of others or with mere water touch, and few may be with the uncalled for torture; still many were moving with a wing or two ripped apart, trying to what they can. I stood far and quiet, looking at this metaphorical dream, cold-blooded mutilation of sorts; of course it was kind of overwhelming to see this happening. Soon two people started squishing-mashing the insects, mixing them well with the liquid. They kept revolving and anti-revolving the water till it changed its color to something close to dark brown. Then they separated, filtered the water away from the insects. Brown water was now kept for boiling. Some potatoes and garlic were added. While insects were put up for drying before they were firmly grinded. I think some spices were added. They were then put on a big frying pan to roast. Looking at the transformation of them into small tiny, grain like particles it strangely started to appear very healthy. With blood water almost ready many people came forward to taste this delicacy, some went back to catch more and I, well I don’t think I ate anything at all in that wedding. My hunger died many deaths.

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At last it was time to bid my friend bye. Kaushik came all the way to drop me at the Howrah Junction. And i at last Escaped the remaining rains.


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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your breath, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.

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  3. Lakshmi Bhat says

    Oh my God, a different experience, I too wouldn’t have eaten anything. One country and each place so different. Thank you for sharing.

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    • Narayan Tushar Kaudinya says

      Haha. With the accuracy and professionalism they performed this feat, i am sure they must be having lot more than eyes saw.
      But Somewhere now, i think the feast took all eyes, over shadowing the whole journey!

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  6. Aushi says

    It appears Not so normal wedding experience and the food😨, anyways, experience do teach us a lot many things 😊😊😊😊👍very well written 👍👍👍& congrats!💐 You are nominated by me for the Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award, do have a look 😊😊

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  7. Rebecca Wallick says

    I was hoping for a photo of the three elderly women!

    I follow your blog to experience – through your eyes and words – cultures different from my own. You never disappoint. Thank you.

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    • Narayan Tushar Kaudinya says

      You know Rebecca for many months i kept telling myself that i will go back, may be rent a place for a week or two to find out about them. I loved the idea of exploring and writing in and about that town, but now may be a new town, a new village, newer minds wait.

      I would like, that you take a dip so deep here, to never even think of any disappointments. My regards and love to you and your beautiful wild family 🙂

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  9. Dolly Vas says

    Sir , I read and enjoyed it, it is amazing. You suffered a lot with hunger and at last you got insect soup. 🤗 the way you did the humanization of frogs that is awsm and I think this blog is a perfect place for reading such adorable things. 👌🙏

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  11. forresting365 says

    This is absolutely fascinating!!! I particularly love the women keeping the song going by arriving and departing to/from the circle….amazing. Also…the insects being harvested into the tubs and the soup that was made from it…wow. Your sentence, “My hunger died many deaths.” is brilliant! Thank You for all of this. You’re a wonderful writer/traveler!!! Cheers! 😊

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  13. anne leueen says

    Wonderful photos that are so evocative of the places and the experience. Travel can sometimes provide us with untold drama and we go through a range or emotions that we would never experience if we were safe and settled at home.

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    • Narayan Tushar Kaudinya says

      Thank you coming over here Anne. And for these words that now rest here.

      Travels if done in awareness and with a focus towards serving, being in harmony with the environment- there can be no better education for a human.

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  17. SandyL says

    Evocative reading. I wasn’t expecting the insect soup. In theory, it sounds splendid and an efficient way to get protein. In reality, I’d have a hard time tasting it but I am glad to have read about it. I can just imagine the towel dance !

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    • Narayan Tushar Kaudinya says

      haha. Even i wasn’t expecting seeing it, leave having it altogether. and well, the dance was very measured and meticulous 🙂 Thanks Sandyl for coming over though, and having your words. Pleasure.

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    • Narayan Tushar Kaudinya says

      Priscilla, happy to have you here again after some time. Just yesterday someone narrated me a horror story and i felt it is one of the most daring directions a writer explores.
      Tell me Priscilla, would you consider Stephen King as a horror writer ?
      But Anyways, Thank you so much.

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  20. Ankur Mithal says

    Quite an adventure! Recently had read a book set in Nigeria in which there was a scene with lots of flying insects after some rain, and kids go around catching them in nets and taking them to their moms to fry and eat. Did not realise there are similar practices in some parts of India.

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  22. chattykerry says

    How wonderful to participate in such a unique wedding – even if there was fish for breakfast… We went to a Bedouin wedding in Cairo when we lived there. I ate a little of the meat but I don’t know what animal had provided it.

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    • Narayan Kaudinya says

      Thank you Monica. Bengal of that time, a decade ago i am talking about was as fascinating, quiet and magic to tell you. Thank you so much. These images are close to me too.

      Thank you again
      Nara x

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  25. swamiyesudas says

    Hello, Narayan! Very interesting n v well written. Kudos.

    The Dance You describe is More ‘Adivasi’ than Bengali. But the Mustard oil, Chapati are Not Adivasi. Santhali n Bengali are akin. Were You in those borderlands? Santals/Adivasis are more Bow n Arrow, Small Axe kind of people. I have lived in the Bhagalpur diocese, a Santal area for 50 months. Santals do not carry guns, n further, they are a timid lot. Yet We did have to go past what were Openly known as Chor/Dakait (Thieves n Robber) villages, Not Santals.

    You see that Your post intrigues me. …Went searching for Nara, and Google took me to Gujrat! From Your photos, the men are not Santals. Would be interested in knowing the location of that village.

    Bef I conclude, let me ask You to use some Bigger fonts n smaller paragraphs for Old eyes like mine! 🙂

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    • Narayan Kaudinya says

      Hello Swamiji, such a wonderful, happy gift arrived in the form of your words, made me imagine what could have lead you here!

      it even took me back to the lane of memory, like yourself when you talk of staying in the tribes for over 4 years.

      This was in 2008, when i was visiting a Santhali friend’s home who have grown out of their community and were living in Jhargram. He then took me to the most beautiful travels, to his friends and relatives living in the deeper reaches, touching the tribes, as you rightly pointed out they were timid, i experienced the same, in Purulia, Jhalida and some villages which were completely tribal in nature.

      It was also a time of change, when i felt intruding in their lives with my camera hence made photographs very cautiously.

      The photos you see are of common bengali men mostly, as i lost a big part of my work there to not friendly hard disk.

      Thank you for coming over, for your words, carefully writing your experience, your time here.

      Narayan x

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    • Narayan Kaudinya says

      Also let me introduce you to something you might really feel one with, being an ancient traveller yourself, knowing, learning the old Indian ways. I share with you my two posts which i am certain you would like to delve into

      first is the first post which i thought is a must for myself to write, my understandings, my principles and my experiences, here :

      https://road-to-nara.com/2020/04/22/yogi-guide-to-magic-world/

      And the second is something you might also love as i am on a journey right now and its coming down to the final chapter this Saturday.

      I will be sharing with you the second chapter that shall take you to the most beautiful landscapes our country has, and from there you might like and see whatever you would love, sharing it here :

      https://road-to-nara.com/2021/07/15/life-and-nothing-more-ii/

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