Skip to main content

The Dialogue & Acceptance (Part 10 of 11)

Final Moments of the Kola

Disclaimer: This post includes descriptions of Possession, wherein the Spirit occupies the man acting as the medium (The Oracle) temporarily. It is left to an individual to believe this or to differ with the idea. For me personally, it's more a form of local art than anything else. This is why I put up such articles and photographs on my blog. These indigenous traditions, unless preserved, could slowly disappear, till we'd end up only reading about such customs and practices. I claim no authority on the subject; whatever I've put up here is what I've been told by my folks, or what I've read on the topic!
Once all rounds of dance are over, it is now time for the most important part of the ritual- to ask, converse with the Spirits and seek guidance. Usually there is a long line of people waiting to ask and seek advice. In some cases this part of the ritual goes on quite late, well into the next morning! One particular relative is even known to pick fights with the Spirits! 
Since this Kola has been organised as a part of the renovation of the daivasthana, and not as a mannat, there aren't many people waiting to do so. It's just the general family elders, who seek blessings for the entire family. The conversation happens in the local language, Tulu, sometimes through the mediator, sometimes directly. Listening to the fluent, effortless dialogue (Nudi) delivered by the Oracle is nice, the tone is very soothing.
What the Head-dress looks like from the rear
Once the dialogue is over, it is now time for the verdict by the Spirits- whether they have been satisfied, and if they have accepted the ritual held in their honour. With an advice to visit and pray at the village Shiva temple and a Durgaparameshwari Devi temple (referred to as Ullalti), the verdict is delivered. They have accepted the Kola. 
The sign of acceptance is drinking milk and eating a banana dipped in it. The milk has to be from a cow. Thanks to my uncle, he has freshly milked his cow at 3 AM! Before offering it to the Spirits, every member of the family has to symbolically touch the offering. It is then handed over to the Oracles, who accept it graciously (it almost felt like she was raising a toast!). 
We have almost come to the end of the Kola, and what remains is just the chicken offering.

Read also, the earlier posts in this series: 


Post a Comment

Would you like to share your thoughts?

Popular posts from this blog

A Slice of the Western Ghats: AGUMBE

Agumbe is a tiny village in Shimoga district, and part of the eco-sensitive zone of the Western Ghats, the lifeline of the coast. The region receives very heavy rainfall, and is also referred to as the Cherrapunji of the South. The region has lush beautiful rain forests, and is also home to a number of unique flora and fauna, indigenous to the zone. The enigmatic King Cobra also resides in the in the thick rainforests.

A summer sunset

A quick post! Over the past few weeks, I haven't been able to dedicate much time to this space, owing to more pressing matters, both personally and professionally. However, I'm making it a habit to write down in my journal as often as possible, so as to make a record of my thoughts, which have been quite interesting. 
With this post, I hope to resume writing posts at-least twice a week, starting today! This picture was taken in my village in the Summer. It was a clear evening, and the sky was spotless. The setting sun against the horizon made of various palms made for a very pretty picture. The tiny glistening lake looked nice too.

See also:Summer Activity: Mango Picking!Summer Sky

(Find more pictures of the sky from across the globe, HERE)

A Slice of Rural Mangalore

Last evening we'd been to our village for a Spirit Worship ritual. The drive was quite smooth, save for a particular moment where I braked all of a sudden, to save a small snake slithering slowly on the tar road. I got quite a shouting for it! In the past few days, the village had seen showers, and everything had turned green. Patches of grass were seen by the road, and the parched countryside looked hungry for more. There was a peacock strutting rather proudly in the middle of the road. 
By the time we reached the village, dusk was falling and the sun had disappeared behind the trees that make the horizon at the edge of our fields. There were lot of heavy clouds too, and the evening light filtering through them looked glorious. As the sun went down, the colours kept changing. In a span of just fifteen minutes, I lost count of the number of hues that appeared; it was as if there was an artist sitting on the other side and secretly painting the sky! Below are a few p…