lord of the dance

i went to chidambaram on saturday, by motorcycle. it was a two hour ride (80 km), and when we finally arrived my butt rejoiced! there is this amazing shiva temple complex in chidambaram, and since it was just recently shivaratri, i thought that it would be appropriate to visit. i convinced my friend, walter, who has a yellow bullet, to take me down there. coincidentally, a traditional indian dance festival was happening there that same evening - in honor of the lord of the dance - shiva. after a long lunch of thali in air-conditioned comfort, we wandered into the temple complex.
we entered by the west gate, a side enterance, through one of the four towering gopurams. these gopurams are vividly painted in many colors, and quite impressive (i suggest you google it to get an idea - i didn't take any pictures). after deflecting the donation pleas of a young brahmin, we walked over ancient stones inscribed with mysterious writing towards the main temple. that was actually a little difficult to figure out, because there are several temples inside this complex. we did finally make it, and the late afternoon sun slanted in through the musty air past beautifully carved pillars. there were many brahmins milling about, doing various things, and after wandering through a vishnu temple, we came to see the main shiva temple - which depicts shiva as nataraja, the lord of the dance. it was a little confusing at first, because the statue was so covered with offerings of flower garlands and silk cloth, but we paid the brahmin our 30 rupees to have darshan and it was really quite spectacular to go inside the sanctum, closer to the statue and the busy brahmins, preforming arati after arati for devotees (of which there were many). as soon as i stepped inside the wispered sounds of om namah shiva enraptured my ears, while the flickering ghee lights and smoke from the insence delighted my eyes and nose. the sign outside the gate says that only those free of camera, shoes, shirts (for men) and pure of being may enter. after darshan, i stood outside the main shrine, and continued to watch the activites and contemplate the representation of divinity that nataraja is - and fell into a very still state, which suprised me because there was a whole lot of activity going on all around me. when i came back to reality, i wandered over to another temple, this one to lakshmi, and had darshan. then walter and i found some seats in the quickly filling audience for the evening of dancing.

they certainly saved the best for last, and luckily, after all the young girls preformed, all their mothers and sisters left their central seats, so we moved in for incredible views. it is very important to be able to see the dancer's facial expressions, as they move their eyes alot, as well as keep their mouth in particular shapes. the dancing was SO BEAUTIFUL! i sat enraptured by these women's grace and elegance for 4 hours. the precision with which the accomplished dancers moved was nothing short of astonishing - their fingers were bent into complicated mudras which constantly changed, and they had very fancy footwork which rang the bells they had wrapped around their ankles. it was actually helpful to have watched the not so good dancers, because then i had so much more respect for the accomplished dancers. the musical accompainment was all live, and there were some excellent tablas players as well as singers. all the songs that were danced to were bajans to lord shiva, and there was a lot of moves in the dance that mimiced the nataraja pose, as well as a lot of references to ganga (one of shiva's wives, also the story is that shiva breaks the fall of the heavenly ganges onto the earth by letting her fall first onto his matted locks).

friday night i went to a kali festival in a neighboring village to auroville. it was a new moon, so this festival was a significant event. there were many many people there, and the men were divided from the women and children on opposite sides of this makeshift enclosure which surrounded two large figures made of sand and decorated with flowers and saris and colored sand - as well as the 'entertainer' - a man singing with a microphone and also making jokes(?) and his accompainment - three drummers. after the sun set, and the drumming and singing got a bit more intense, out of the corner of my eye i saw this woman get up and start swaying around dramatically and even a little violently - i thought that she was trying to fight someone at first, but i soon realized that she was possessed by the spirit of kali. once that happened, things started to get crazy. the whole crowed got up (everyone was seated) and surged the fence. the police came around and beat (not actually) back the crowd with long sticks, and made them all sit down again. then, loud fireworks went off behind me, and this huge cart came banging down the road from the kali temple (50 meters away) and everybody got up again and surged the fence. i think at this point they killed a chicken they had tied up (i couldn't see anything - too many people) and these hairy people started running around the enclosure - i think they came on the cart with the statue - and more people with long grasses on their heads. then, people stated throwing things into the enclosure - rupees, peppers, puffed rice, flowers, and i even saw some coconuts go in there. a little bit more shouting then the fence broke and eveybody ran into where the sand figures wer and were waving the smoke from the lights in the sand over their eyes and head, and looking for things in the sand. people were also collecting the sand that the figures were constructed out of and even filling bags with it! the understanding i gained from a drunk villager was that the two figures were an evil couple that fought alot and caused a lot of problems in india - then kali came and killed them and the world is a better place because of it. afterwards, i explored the carnival atmosphere of the temple grounds - people were selling all sorts of things- bangles, plastic toys, sweets, jewelry, and prasad items. there was also a band, for which interesting is the best descriptor. traditional tamil meets bajans meets synth pop. i listened to probably 5 songs, then left. the young female singer, whose voice was lovely, was really not into being there at all. she looked so glum and bored out of her skull.

ive been enjoying auroville very much, but i do miss a little the fishing village where i was staying in pondy. however, the people im meeting are great, and i am especially looking forward to getting my hands dirty doing some volunteer work (of which type exactly, i haven't yet decided).