The utter generosity of the poor humbles us. They give rice to every mendicant even when their rice is getting over. That is what needs to be understood - their greatnes and their richness. That is what they are defined by. That they are impoverished is what defines us.
We are the cause of that poverty - and the onus is on us to share deeply and completely. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
On our way to Jallikattu at at Rangampeta in Prasad's auto, stopping at a wayside Nagalamma temple in the forest.
On the way to Rangampeta, Jallikattu. Yesterday.
Small temples of my land.
Gundalamma temple, Nagalammma temple.
In the middle of the forest. Early as we were, someone was earlier and had done worship. Had applied all the stones and idols with turmeric. Placed flowers and incense sticks. We also lit camphor, incense sticks. Annapurna took the kumkum from the plate and applied on all our foreheads.
Religion anchors this land.
Prasads auto can pack in any number, like all village autos !
Every home, terrace, veranda, opened to the people.
From villages far and around.
Every tree a perch.
Jallikattu is where caste stands challenged. As shoulder to shoulder all try their bare handed might and courage against the bull. Where people from every caste are there in the teeming crowds. Where lemon rice and water is served by the host village to all.
When Keerthana, Anita s daughter got very hungry, Anita took her to the home closest, and the lady fed the child. Anita said that everyone would feed in such gatherings as people come from far and wide for the event. Anitas being an SC was not remotely in the picture.
The distant urban who opposes this, does not even know what it is he opposes. Community, Brotherhood, Respect for cattle.
Jallikattu in Rangampeta Jallikattu in Kothapeta. Today.
Beautiful bulls, powerful bulls. Majesty.
Proud farmers, some landless, some with holdings. Some Reddy, some Naidu, some Balijas, some SCs some Doral, racing down the path after their galloping bulls. Native bulls.
And smile broadly seeing the trying-to-be-brave youth scatter as their bullsapproach. And their cattle sail past all puny humans. In majestic disdain.
It is this pride, this thrill, that provides the logic to maintain native breeds even when modern economic logic ruthlessly negates the logic of keeping native cattle.
The pride and love for cattle that only those rooted in soil can know. And the call of pitting human strength against bull strength. In bare handed and fair matching of strength.
Jallikattu and it's validity is the face off between the men and women of the soil. And the deracinated.
The Kothapeta village youth proudly taking his proud nattu bull down the Jallikattu Street.
Nobody wanted to lock horns with it! And it walked down majestically.