Monday, January 26, 2015

THE HORNBILL FESTIVAL!!! CELEBRATION OF LIFE IN TRUE NAGA STYLE ( courtesy: MY HORNBILL FESTIVAL DIARY PART II)


The " Hornbill Festival" of Nagaland is one of the premier festivals in India. It is also fondly called as "FESTIVAL OF ALL FESTIVALS"... Religiously held during the first week of December every year in Nagaland. I have been waiting for a long time to attend this festival...hmmm finally here we are.... The festival's spirit of love and memories of my forefathers have resonated far more than I've imagine. Am once again reminded of my rich cultural heritage and all the privilege inheritance I have as Nagas.
Nagas are one of the most diverse and unique tribe in the world. Having more than 30 sub-tribes speaking different dialects, Nagas are definitely one of the most colourful community. Hornbill festival is nothing but the testament of the rich heritage of our forefathers and ancestors... the festival embodies the spirit of freedom, love and the spirit of oneness and harmony. Hornbill festival is surely a lifetime treat for a soul who quest for organic inspiration and originality. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the festival simply echo what is in-scripted by the land and the people who owns it.  This is Hornbill festival 2014.... !

Ladies pounding rice 

Fire stunts

On fire ( display of bravery) 

Fame buzzes through the community and are honoured  

Innocence and simplicity  

We sing and that's how we talk 

Warriors and hunters

This is how I protect my people and hunt 

Head of the morung 




"Horn" 
The young vibrant Naga young adults in their traditional attire

Young Naga lad with his obvious display of bravery decorated with tiger's claws


If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song... Khalil Gibran 


THE BARLEY CULTIVATION DANCE ( courtesy: MY HORNBILL FESTIVAL DIARY PART I )

This is how  they look out for fertile soil and land and fence the boundary as they get ready to plan barley
As the spring arrives, the villagers prepare their barns and look forward to the golden harvest
This is how they cultivate 
The baskets were made of cane and bamboos
By the end of Autumn... the barleys are brought home
The muscular fine men in the village has no complain to showcase their strength  as they stump through the barley 
Ladies along with the elders separating the husks and the barleys
Happy time is here.... Barley time is here
The barn closes down for winter 
Until next spring 
Villagers on their way home after the glorious harvest

MY ROCK, MY SANITY (My parents)...