Dharamshala trip: Mcleodganj and its people
What strikes you even before striped aprons of Tibetan women and snow-covered peaks of Himalaya is masses of foreigners. Those who look even more funky than locals… Those with dreads searching for supreme spirit and having found it with the help of joint, girls having obtained ultimate femininity in multi-layer Hindu-western eclectic clothes, those volunteering for the hospital or teaching English for the newly arrived refugees, those having shaved their heads to join the cherry-gown army of Buddhist monks…
But once your eye get used to the hybrids of high spirituality and escape from the grown-up life… u start admiring snow-covered peaks of Himalaya and striped aprons of Tibetan women.
The national Tibetan dress consists of baku (such a dress with two insets on both sides that are tied behind) worn with a light blouse with a long collar and a colorful striped apron.
Colorful would be the word to describe the dress as a whole. Tastefully garnished with some colorful ear-rings and necklace and maybe threads in the hair the Tibetan look comes a great alternative to a carnival-like traditional Indian look.
Not at least, I am taken aback by number of women in the streets and many of them involved in the trade and all.. Tremendous difference in comparison with Indian settlements.
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The first-hand cultural experience we got at the local opera festival that had been running for 6 days in McLeodganj. Amazing event as if for the overwhelmingly touristy McLeodganj. Feels great to attend a community gathering sort of thing – people just come and watch the performance…. Us watching performance …but also people, their dresses and their beautiful Asian faces.
I get to speak to a local guy who nicely explains me the concept of the festival.
He gives me that programme that explains the plot of today’s performance but once I start reading he suggests I’d better watch as it’s performed now only and read I can later... From the program I got to know about the tale that is being performed now. Such a typical plot for Asian tales somehow… There was a king who had a queen. And the queen delivered a son one day… And the king wanted another women and he found one, but she was from an ordinary family. And she also gave him a son. When both sons grew up one of them had to take up the throne and the folk wanted the older son to become the king as he was royal by birth. The mother of the younger one did not want to let it happen and she decided to kill the rival of her son…… Lazy-going story… Lazy sort of dancing…..
But amazing to watch and to listen the voice that perfectly echo in the nearby mountains… I cannot get enough of this fresh mountain air.
But once your eye get used to the hybrids of high spirituality and escape from the grown-up life… u start admiring snow-covered peaks of Himalaya and striped aprons of Tibetan women.
The national Tibetan dress consists of baku (such a dress with two insets on both sides that are tied behind) worn with a light blouse with a long collar and a colorful striped apron.
Colorful would be the word to describe the dress as a whole. Tastefully garnished with some colorful ear-rings and necklace and maybe threads in the hair the Tibetan look comes a great alternative to a carnival-like traditional Indian look.
Not at least, I am taken aback by number of women in the streets and many of them involved in the trade and all.. Tremendous difference in comparison with Indian settlements.
…
The first-hand cultural experience we got at the local opera festival that had been running for 6 days in McLeodganj. Amazing event as if for the overwhelmingly touristy McLeodganj. Feels great to attend a community gathering sort of thing – people just come and watch the performance…. Us watching performance …but also people, their dresses and their beautiful Asian faces.
I get to speak to a local guy who nicely explains me the concept of the festival.
He gives me that programme that explains the plot of today’s performance but once I start reading he suggests I’d better watch as it’s performed now only and read I can later... From the program I got to know about the tale that is being performed now. Such a typical plot for Asian tales somehow… There was a king who had a queen. And the queen delivered a son one day… And the king wanted another women and he found one, but she was from an ordinary family. And she also gave him a son. When both sons grew up one of them had to take up the throne and the folk wanted the older son to become the king as he was royal by birth. The mother of the younger one did not want to let it happen and she decided to kill the rival of her son…… Lazy-going story… Lazy sort of dancing…..
But amazing to watch and to listen the voice that perfectly echo in the nearby mountains… I cannot get enough of this fresh mountain air.
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