"bor nahan"... whatever..

our family has a strange relationship with rituals. we have no idea what they symbolize or their religious significance. for us, its merely an excuse to dress up and get together. and this tradition exists from my grandmothers generation. must be the socialist leanings.

anyways, today there was a "bor nahan" at home where a strange ritual of marathi culture was played out. tanay- poor lad- was dressed up in jewellery made of sweets which included a krishna mukut and a gold foil flute with little sugar peices stuck on it. then fruits of the current season- in this case amla- was poured over him by the other kids present. poor thing cried his eyes out. the house was overflowing with estrogen though in colours of saris- purple and gold, while the men found their way on the fringes. john, mary and joanna, roopali, aunty and arnav, and of course rahul, sushma and tanay were the kid carrying families.

rahul, tanay, sushma

rahul

tanay, sushma

tanay and me

john, mary, joanna

saris

mukul tanay aunty

more saris