More power outages, a battery backup that’s not been lasting long, and then a generator that’s giving fits now too!
The youngest 2 running fevers
Breakfast table statistics researched:
Nashville: square miles- 526
Population- 712,581
Density- 1,498 people per square mile
Khulna City: square miles-58.14
Population - 998,460
Density - 17,170 people per square mile
Lonnie figured that’s 2 1/2 sq. ft. per person, but thankfully they build up, so there’s room for roads, etc 🙃
Dipti brought her husband’s photo ID, needing some copies. She wanted to know how many years older he is than her!🙃He is 49 and she is 41 according to the birth dates on their ID cards.
Tulshi was out til 2:00 this morning with the current 5 day Hindu festival going on. When I asked him about it, he says they will be holding a ceremony next to us this evening. Where a man will climb and cut the fruit of the beetle nut palm tree.
So this afternoon, he let us know it would be happening at 5:00 and we joined the crowd just down the road to watch the ceremony. The special tree 🌴 was right beside the road. There were food and drink booths around, a couple people selling balloons,
Gathered under the tree, was a group of orange shirted fellows and 4 young, brawny men with no shirts. To one side was all the Hindu worship jinish(stuff). Incense burning, etc, etc.
We bought a couple bags of popcorn salted with a spicy salt😋 to munch on while we stood there in the hot sun and observed the ceremony. The drummers keeping up a steady beat.🪘 we said “hi” to those we knew in the crowd.. Sunday School girls and boys, Dipti’s niece, neighbors,…
The 4 shirtless men sat cross legged under the tree with their eyes closed for quite a span of time… an elder, strategically dabbed a dark red smear on the small of their backs and each bicep, and maybe on their chest also 💭, there was a time of hugging with emotion.. they were laughing and then were they crying and then laughing again!?!. Then the orange shirted group gathered at the base of the tree, with hands raised to the heavens they chanted. Then the 1st shirtless fellow climbed the tree, navigating thru the spiny palm fronds, up to the top where he started gathering up the topmost middle fronds together to create a sort of post to hang on to. The next man climbed up and joined him, then the 3rd man worked his way up thru fronds and took up his post in the top of the tree. It looked like a good way to get hurt up there and we hoped we didn’t observe anything tragic! And then the 4th man nearly jumps up that tree, quite an animated feller!
Next in the ceremony was the distribution of the fruit of the tree. Clumps of beetle nuts hang all the way around and these men start tearing strings of beetle nuts off the clumps and throwing to the crowd below. The observers all trying to get their hands on a string or 2. The animated 4th feller up there was bouncing to the beat of the drum as he ripped beetle nut strings.
The descent of these men, was probably the most fascinating. Putting a clump of beetle nuts on their head or shoulders They took turns riding a palm frond down to the tree trunk and when they got to the outstretched hands of the orange shirted men below, they would fall backwards into them, making their final descent to the ground via the hands that caught them😱 the 3rd fellow at the top of the tree, we all sudden noticed, had put a blind fold on!?! And made his descent that way!😳 the last man at the top of the tree was making a spiny wreath out of a new little palm frond to wear on his descent. Their backs shiny with perspiration and quivering from exertion…one of our bystanders commented, “spiritual power”.
the crowd started to disperse and we took our leave also as Lonnie had a milk program patient waiting at our gate. Annslie wanted one of the little spicy cups of chick peas yet. According to one of our neighbor girls, there would be a prayer yet, and then the beetle nuts that were caught, would be eaten.