After an extended and
exhaustive orgylicious weekend, when the mind needs no more; I stand bare-backing
my camera, and walks miles of Hyderabad for more orgasms. (Ain’t, I confided to being a self-proclaimed maniac. If not, then it’s best of the examples.) Clad in
my unwashed, crumpled blue denims that can smeel far away, I strayed around the
streets hawkish-ly for the gothic drama to unfold. But fatelorn...
In this part of Andhra
Pradesh, Goddess Yellamma – one of the many myriad forms of Kali being
celebrated with aplomb. As traditionally, the gold and silvery brass pots craftily
painted with rich turmeric and extravagant layers of vermillion shaping the
surface, filled with rice mixed with jaggery and fried julienne onion strip are
carried to the temple by women, to please the god for gifting rich harvest.
For an atheist like me,
this piece of information is not interesting; but, what could set me a** run
through the streets are the gothic face-masks that most do. Yellamma, as
imagined, is vociferous, dominative kind known for her temper is worshipped by
a bundle of screaming cheetahs dressed in their gothic attire but artistically
best. But, I am fatelorn and found none as the entire day passed.
Yet to my surprise, when revisited
the camera book, are the glimpses of vibrant colours of festivity filled with holy
orb and sunshine. Holyness devoured but I ain’t satiated yet. (Thumbnail images
of Bonalu festival are lined below.)
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