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NEPAL | Thursday, 18 October 2007 | Views [694]

Nepal has been an amazing country, it has exceeded all my expectations and given me a huge insight into there culture. I have experienced things that i have found upsetting, beautiful and mind opening, alongside all of these i have met some amazing people and made some lifelong friends.


When i first entered Nepal we had amazingly timed it for Dashain festival, nepals biggest annual festival. It celebrates the victory of the Goddess Durga over the forces of evil in the buffalo demon Mahisaura. We learned that it was a blood thirsty event involving the biggest animal sacrifices of the year. Along with the sacrifices other events took place, the building of many huge bamboo swings, kite flying and gambling - which at other times of the year is banned and illegal. Every family also grows barley seeds, allowing them to grow to a few centimetres before plucking them from the soil on the last day and wearing them as bouquets in their hair. The festivities are celebrated over 15 days ending in a procession of masked dancers symbolising the victory of good over evil.

Generally Nepalise people don't eat much meat, this is the one time of the year when meat is in abudance. Walking through the streets i saw goats tethered awaiting their destiny, normally obscenely standing by a butchers where his mates heads were sat there looking onto the road. I have a feeling they must have known what was coming... Early one morning Ant, Mark and i walked to Durbur square where there stands a collection of temples, on this day we were going to witness the ceremonial slaughtering of animals. I wasn't particularily looking forward to it but at the same time i was curious and interested in what was entailed during the festivities. Standing amongst an eager and anticipating crowd postioned in a square around a shrine i hopped from foot to foot nervously. Behind me several calfs and goats were tied up waiting, i did have the urge to accidently untie the strings but i think i would have been in a lot of trouble and probably linched by the crowd.

The ceremony started and one by one the animals were lead in, red paint and water daubed on there trembling bodies as they were tethered to a pole with a straw block placed under there heads. As the exectioner raised his machete, an officer loaded his gun and held it up into the air, as the gun fired the machete fell, the animals head falling to the floor. The beheading had been done. I found it hard to watch but it was to get worse, the head was then dragged and paraded around the shrine leaving a trail of blood in its wake, it was to jion the rest of its body still kicking and writhing at the side of the circle. As i have never actually seen an animal being killed it made me feel a mixture of emotions, most of all sad though i do have to say it was done quickly and without unnecessary cruelty. At home i have been cocooned from the butchering of animals, everything is always neatly and cleanly packaged, the mucky scenes kept behind closed doors. To actually be a witness to it even for religous purposes has opened my eyes to the realism of how and where we get meat from and  re-enforces my decision to be a vegetarian.

I also experienced death but in a more spiritual way at the end of my trip in Nepal in a temple called Pashipatinath, Nepals most important Hindu temple which stands on the banks of the holy Bagmati river. It brings a lot of people to pray and most  prominately to cremate there loved ones which is where i found myself with my friends Sharon, Mark and Joy along with other tourists, locals and saddhus. My first thought was that it was going to be a very morbid affair going to see a cremation and i did question the reasons why i was going. I still haven't found the answers however i have found a new outlook on life and death, there religion and my own thoughts and the way i perceive things.

Sitting on the opposite side of the river i watched as a funeral took place, a shrouded body lay adorned with flowers beside the river on a concrete slope. A long ritual was in the process overseen by and involving the family members, the body was presented with flowers, coins, washed and finally wrapped in white cloth before being carefully placed on a pile of neatly stacked logs. The family have time to pay there respects and pray before the fire is started. I didn't understand the complexity or the meaning of all the proceedings, so i just watched peacefully.

I imagine it does seem like quite a strange thing to go and see but i am glad that i did. Having been brought up in my own culture with death as feared and hidden away it was eye opening to see it being approached from a completely different angle. I did find it at first hard to comprehend but after sitting,watching and talking about it with my friends i began to feel that it was a peaceful occasion, it has given me appreciation and understanding for there religion and beliefs.

So i entered and left Nepal with different lessons learned and a greater respect for the country of Nepal. They saw you learn something new everyday and let me tell you it is so true.

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