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Bisket Jatra festival in Bhaktapur. from my travel journal: APRIL 10TH - 12TH, 2003 - KATHMANDU VALLEY BHAKTAPUR CITY April 11th In the early morning haze, women in bright saris carrying covered plates leisurely walk through Durbar Square, stopping at each temple to make their daily pujas (offerings). The day-tripping tourists haven't yet arrived, and the square is timeless and serene. Ancient temples soar into the sky, embellished with carvings, and each window is a masterpiece of carved wood. But, along the edges, sweepers are quietly cleaning up chunks of stone and brick. The side streets are full of brick dust, and sections of brick pavement are missing. Yesterday was the start of the Bisket Jatra festival, leading up to the Nepali New Year. (April 14th will commence year 2060.) Each year, a giant old painted chariot is assembled in Taumadhi Tole. The chariot is garlanded with flowers, and the giant wheels bear enormous painted eyes. The image of Bhairab, god of anger and destruction, is placed inside and the chariot is hauled through the streets with much pagentry. I had joined the afternoon crowd in Taumadhi Tole. Music played, the crowd cheered. Incense was lit. The god Bhairab (20 cm high, a small image) was carried out amidst cheers and placed in the chariot. "Pull, Pull!" called thousands of people in the square. Dozens of young men grasped the ropes and began to pull. The chariot slowly moved a few inches. I had heard that during Bisket Jatra, fights break out - indeed, every nearby business was shuttered and bolted. I retreated to a safe vantage point - the rooftop of my lodge - to drink hot lemon and watch the festivities. From five flights up, I could see a side street down which the chariot would be pulled. I chatted with a french couple also staying there, drank hot lemon, and waited...we noted that women and children appeared to have disappeared from the crowd below. An hour or two later, the cheers were upon us! The chariot lurched by, then got stuck on the narrow street just past our building. We watched as the crowd debated pulling the chariot back, and as men wrestled for the ropes. Time passed. Then, the first rock sailed ominously through the air. Suddenly, all was bedlam as the crowd erupted into screams and the air below was full of stone and brick. The owner of the lodge rushed out to turn off the lights on our rooftop. She was clearly embarrassed and horrified, and urged us not to take photos (we weren't) and to retire to our rooms. We retreated, and listened from our rooms for several hours as the streets resounded with yells and the sound of stones richoting off the sides of buildings. Apparently these riots started happening at Bisket Jatra about four years ago. I heard various explanations, most relating to the drunkeness of the young men involved and political disagreements. Some said the fighting happened between different parts of the city, others that the neighborhoods involved represented the workers (Maoist) versus conservative parties. The next morning, all is as normal in the quiet square. I explore Durbar Square, taking photos of the carved lions, the acrobatic erotic carvings on the Pashupatinath Temple, and enjoying the peace of the day. I follow a walking tour through the old part of the city. Children play on the street, women smile and say "namaste". I watch dyed yarn being hung to dry and women raking grain and sorting lentils in the narrow alleyways. Temples, shrines, Shiva lingams dotted every corner. On one street, a man paints bright colors on a shrine, and elsewhere red powder (offered as a devotion) has been dusted on the many small stone monuments. In front of most doorways, I saw a stone in the pavement in the shape of a lotus flower, dusted with bright red. Too soon, however, I was back in the touristed areas. I stop in Tachupal Tole, the city's oldest square, to view the famous carved Peacock Window and to visit the Woodwork Museum. A friendly Nepali soldier accompanies me through the tiny museum, pointing out various sights and asking me questions about where I'm from. In Potter's Square, thousands of clay pots are arranged on the ground to dry, and I once again to hear cries of "Madame! Just look, Madame! Free to look!" So, sometimes, I stopped to look, but that means a forcefull sales pitch. Tiring of this, I retreated to the quiet of a rooftop cafe over the square to watch the scene from a distance. All was peace until nightime. I was again warned to be back at my hotel by 7 p.m., for the local student groups had called a demonstration and a blackout. A few days before, the government had announced a price hike, doubling the cost of petrol and kerosene. Student groups rebelled, and during a demonstration in Kathmandu on the 9th, a student was shot and killed by police. Political tensions have been gradually increasing since the Maoist ceasefire two months ago. The government and the Maoist talks have not gone wel
Kids playing on the god's chariot
Kids playing on the god's chariot
Bhaktapur, Nepal, before the Bisket Jatra festival FROM MY TRAVEL JOURNAL.... APRIL 10TH - 12TH, 2003 - KATHMANDU VALLEY, NEPAL BHAKTAPUR CITY In the early morning haze, women in bright saris carrying covered plates leisurely walk through Durbar Square, stopping at each temple to make their daily pujas (offerings). The day-tripping tourists haven't yet arrived, and the square is timeless and serene. Ancient temples soar into the sky, embellished with carvings, and each window is a masterpiece of carved wood. But, along the edges, sweepers are quietly cleaning up chunks of stone and brick. The side streets are full of brick dust, and sections of brick pavement are missing. Yesterday was the start of the Bisket Jatra festival, leading up to the Nepali New Year. (April 14th will commence year 2060.) Each year, a giant old painted chariot is assembled in Taumadhi Tole. The chariot is garlanded with flowers, and the giant wheels bear enormous painted eyes. The image of Bhairab, god of anger and destruction, is placed inside and the chariot is hauled through the streets with much pagentry. I had joined the afternoon crowd in Taumadhi Tole. Music played, the crowd cheered. Incense was lit. The god Bhairab (20 cm high, a small image) was carried out amidst cheers and placed in the chariot. "Pull, Pull!" called thousands of people in the square. Dozens of young men grasped the ropes and began to pull. The chariot slowly moved a few inches. I had heard that during Bisket Jatra, fights break out - indeed, every nearby business was shuttered and bolted. I retreated to a safe vantage point - the rooftop of my lodge - to drink hot lemon and watch the festivities. From five flights up, I could see a side street down which the chariot would be pulled. I chatted with a french couple also staying there, drank hot lemon, and waited...we noted that women and children appeared to have disappeared from the crowd below. An hour or two later, the cheers were upon us! The chariot lurched by, then got stuck on the narrow street just past our building. We watched as the crowd debated pulling the chariot back, and as men wrestled for the ropes. Time passed. Then, the first rock sailed ominously through the air. Suddenly, all was bedlam as the crowd erupted into screams and the air below was full of stone and brick. The owner of the lodge rushed out to turn off the lights on our rooftop. She was clearly embarrassed and horrified, and urged us not to take photos (we weren't) and to retire to our rooms. We retreated, and listened from our rooms for several hours as the streets resounded with yells and the sound of stones richoting off the sides of buildings. Apparently these riots started happening at Bisket Jatra about four years ago. I heard various explanations, most relating to the drunkeness of the young men involved and political disagreements. Some said the fighting happened between different parts of the city, others that the neighborhoods involved represented the workers (Maoist) versus conservative parties. The next morning, all is as normal in the quiet square. I explore Durbar Square, taking photos of the carved lions, the acrobatic erotic carvings on the Pashupatinath Temple, and enjoying the peace of the day. I follow a walking tour through the old part of the city. Children play on the street, women smile and say "namaste". I watch dyed yarn being hung to dry and women raking grain and sorting lentils in the narrow alleyways. Temples, shrines, Shiva lingams dotted every corner. On one street, a man paints bright colors on a shrine, and elsewhere red powder (offered as a devotion) has been dusted on the many small stone monuments. In front of most doorways, I saw a stone in the pavement in the shape of a lotus flower, dusted with bright red. Too soon, however, I was back in the touristed areas. I stop in Tachupal Tole, the city's oldest square, to view the famous carved Peacock Window and to visit the Woodwork Museum. A friendly Nepali soldier accompanies me through the tiny museum, pointing out various sights and asking me questions about where I'm from. In Potter's Square, thousands of clay pots are arranged on the ground to dry, and I once again to hear cries of "Madame! Just look, Madame! Free to look!" So, sometimes, I stopped to look, but that means a forcefull sales pitch. Tiring of this, I retreated to the quiet of a rooftop cafe over the square to watch the scene from a distance. All was peace until nightime. I was again warned to be back at my hotel by 7 p.m., for the local student groups had called a demonstration and a blackout. A few days before, the government had announced a price hike, doubling the cost of petrol and kerosene. Student groups rebelled, and during a demonstration in Kathmandu on the 9th, a student was shot and killed by police. Political tensions have been gradually increasing since the Maoist ceasefire two months ago. The government and the Maoist talks have

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