theyyam-dance of gods

In my previous blog, I said, this month is all about my hometown. Kerala. Small yet rich in culture. Our traditions we follow in Kerala is not in practice with any other states in India. We hold that unique nature. We portray our vibrant culture and traditions through a wide variety of festivals.

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Today I am going to introduce you to an art form called Theyyam. We have festivals dedicated for this art form. Originated in Malabar (northern part of Kerala), I can describe this art form in modern day as Dance-Drama.  Usually the season for Theyyam festival is in the months of November to March. During my college days, I got the privilege to take part in these festivals. I still cannot forget those images of Theyyam characters. Vivid and colorful.

Theyyam is very sacred and related to temple arts. The stories they perform always revolves around Hindu mythology. They usually perform this art form before shrines and sometimes ancestor worshiped temples managed by some families. Not everyone can perform this art. Takes years of training and dedication. Before they perform these individuals perform religious practices including celibacy for a period of time.

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Theyyam simply means God. Some people refer to this art form as “Dance of Gods”. This art form is mainly performed by men from certain tribes from Kerala. They have the rights to perform. Mostly these tribes are called scheduled caste (in modern times we say low caste). This art form has deep roots from the times of Dravidian culture. 

People believe that when the performance happens, the spirit of the deity (GOD) conceptually transferred to the performer and they seek blessings from them. People widely believe that these performers, while they are in the presence of divine, they can cure their illness and give solutions to their problems.

I have to admit this. As a Keralite, I have witnessed this in person. I believe there are some supernatural abilities when you have faith. I have personally travelled to Parassini Kadavu Sri Muthappan Temple, one of the temples in North Kerala where my friends have told me that if we go there and pray to Theyyam, you will pass all the exams. I did. Not sure whether or not because of the prayer, I passed all the exams. Don’t think I have done any extra preparations for the exam. I did the same as all the years. But in the previous years I have failed many papers. All the papers got cleared after I met with this Theyyam. I cannot forget this experience in my life.

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Some form of Theyyam have performers walking on fire, hot coal or even jumping in to them. We may think it is some sort of magic. I had a friend from Payyanur, and he invited me once to see this art form. I went to his home four days prior to this performance. I talked personally to the performer. He said, he is on a strict religious rules for forty-one days. He has to put daily some medicine oil on his body. He has to pray every single day before this performance. One day prior to the performance I saw two trucks full of wood came in. They put them on fire. The fire was about two stories high. I couldn’t believe these performers jumped in and we could feel the heat far away. Nothing happened. I saw the same person next day, and he did not even have one single burn spot.

One cannot take the eye from Theyyam. The headgear is so elaborate and the make on their faces are unique. Mostly makeup takes about hours. They lie down on the floor when their face get painted. Headgear is made from coconut leaves. They make the crown from bamboo and wooden planks. Some weigh a lot. Each character is unique to witness. Male and female characters are all played by men.

In short the performance is like this. Begins with a part called Vellattam or Thottam.  Here not much makeup you can see. They will recite about the shrine of that particular temple. Drummers and performer will accompany them, will recite some ritual songs. After that they will go back to get ready with all the headgear and makeup. This time they come out and the atmosphere will change. The energy will change. The music and drum beats will change. The people around will feel the energy or God in them.

Theyyam Photo by Vineeth Vinod @ Unsplash

The Theyyam will enter the shrine and he gets seated in front of the shrine. That is when symbolically people believe the power is in the Theyyam. We consider him divine. People will ask his blessings. He sometimes even predicts what is going to happen.

I hope you enjoyed this blog about Theyyam. I will try to bring more unique experiences about my hometown. Kerala- Gods Own Country. Thank you for reading.

kerala piravi- celebrating kerala day

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What is Kerala Day and why we celebrate this?

Just like we celebrate Canada Day here. My small land where I come from has a day called Kerala Day #KeralaPiravi. Means birth of Kerala. The small state which differs from any other states in India. The most beautiful land with lots of greenery and backwaters. We call our land “Gods Own Country”

November 1,.1956, way after India’s Independence in 1947, Kerala became an independent state in the Republic of India. That day onwards we celebrated this day as Kerala Day or in Malayalam keralapiravi. Prior to this, Kerala was divided in to three provinces. Malabar, Cochin and Travancore. If today it stayed like that, I belong to Travancore Province.

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The interesting fact we all should know- after independence there was an uproar among the people to carve out new states as per the language they speak. If you travel now in India, you can easily see all the states they have their own mother tongue or we call dialect. In Kerala we speak Malayalam.

They give the name Kerala to the state because of its abundance of coconut trees. The word “Kera” means coconut and “Alam” means land. In local dialect the state is know as Keralam. According to Hindu mythology, Lord Parasurama (the sixth incarnation of Lord Mahavishnu) threw his axe from Kanyakumari. He asked the water to move away to form the land. Hence the name “Gods Own Country” If we travel all across India, you can notice the difference as soon as you cross the border to Kerala. Devine for sure. Land, Greenery backwaters, food, Kerala stands different. May be because the land is formed by the God. Who know? Or in other words, I am little biased, because I am born there. Always we feel special towards our mother land. Don’t we?

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This month, I am dedicating my blogs to introduce some facts about my home town in general. Some festivals we celebrate, Some superstitions etc. Stay tuned for the coming weeks.

Hatred- A poem

Frustrations to save the love

Preaching to save the love

Everyone talk about love

Yet so much hatred among human race

Why we plant seeds in to new blood

Why we create words to twist new blood

Why we chose wisdom to freeze new blood

Yet so much hatred among human race

We say god came to save the love

We say god came to bear the pain of ours

We say god to relate love for us

Yet so much hatred among human race

Many color among us we see

Many faiths among us we experience

Many lessons among us we learn

All point towards love we yearn

Yet so much hatred among human race

Look around us to see the love

Nature itself shows love every day

With bright colors and sunlight

Never try to harm us, but spread love

Yet so much hatred among human race

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SEASON FOR FESTIVALS

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Every one will have nostalgia. Some memories. Some time in your life, you wish you can experience again. Or in other words, you wish you forget. The picture above is from one of the temple festivals. This particular temple, I have never been. But I have been to many temple festivals while growing up in south India.

The vibe we get there, cannot be translated over here in few words. You need to experience it. You need to live it. Now almost two decades, I never had a chance to participate in one of the temple festivals. Life has taken many turns in the last two decades. Do I miss them. Yes. I do. The culture, the traditions, the life experience, the energy you get from these instances are hard to forget.

When I was growing up, I should say, I am about 14 years old or so. Just like my older son now. I will go and spend all ten days in the temple. I never went home after school. Yes, my parents were not too happy. But I did it. My friends all did it. We had so much fun and life. Today, I felt like writing this, because it is festival season in Kerala. My home town has many temples. They all had festivals. Many artists come and perform. The crowd enjoys them with out any religion barrier. We all are one. Just humanbeings.

Most of the temple festivals end with a procession by elephants and fire works. As you can see in picture above all elephants will be adorned with gold ornaments and many other colorful decorations. Temple society will fight for the best elephants to perform those processions. They go around the town for the entire night. We kids used to follow them. I still remember, the baby elephants playing with the tails of older ones. Also, once they are full and not hungry anymore, they throw coconuts to each other. The experience we cherish, as a writer, I am not capable to describe here.

Rarely one or two times, elephants go mad. Those instances are scary. But, I still went with elephants every year. Families, even if they are separated and away from Kerala, they made sure to meet during this times. Just like Christmas, we see this as family re union times.

Fire works at the end of the festival is the most amazing part. Some temple committee organizes competition. Those competitions are a treat to watch. We never went home all these ten days. We ate temple food. Watched many programs. Some times even walked from temple to temple to see different cultural programs.

Everyone will have nostalgia…. Enjoy them….

Life is always a journey. One cannot plan or reserve tickets….