Sports
The Colours of Hola
by PRAVEEN DASS
The
testosterone level during the Hola Mohalla festival at Anandpur Sahib in
Punjab
is so high, even the beasts of burden twirl their moustache. Here's a ringside view of the high-octane mock battle fest.
It's the
thundering hooves that do it really. As dozens of horses charge down a
corridor
of jostling spectators, carrying riders fiercely intent on spearing
small clumps
of hay a few feet away, atavistic memories flicker into life in my head.
So
that's what facing a cavalry charge feels like, I note, before I'm
elbowed aside
by fierce-looking Sikhs armed to the teeth with scimitars, spears and
hatchets.
Carl Jung would have been delighted.
Sikh warriors charging targets is the penultimate act at the Hola Mohalla festival,
celebrated every Hola [not the tame, wussy Holi which consists of throwing coloured powders at each other] at Anandpur Sahib, a small town by the Sutlej in
north-east Punjab. Nestled in an oddly dusty plain beneath gently
rolling hills,
Anandpur is famous for its many historical and majestic gurdwaras. And for Hola Mohalla.
In
an extraordinary coda to three days of worship and festivity, the
Hola
celebrations conclude with displays of traditional Sikh martial prowess
on a
grassy plain by the Charan Ganga River.
Festivities begin at noon
with gatka exponents carrying an array of traditional weapons onto the
field.
Gatka is a Sikh martial art that uses a variety of weapons and
strangely
balletic movements. Eager young fighters are supervised by older
instructors as
they stage mock battles with sticks, knives, axes and swords. Gatka
schools
from across Punjab - and abroad - send teams to compete in the event. No prizes though,
shrugs
Gurmeet Singh, as he awaits his turn and swats another noisy apprentice
with his
rhino-hide shield. A teenage gatkabaaz from Patiala, he's been training
since
he was nine.
It's clearly carnival time for the hundreds of thousands gathered. A
Punjab police band with its bagpipes and kilts adds a surreal hue to an
already
special afternoon. Other teenagers next to me begin tittering as the
band
strikes up its next tune. It's the title song of the Bollywood hit 'Singh
is
Kinng' - a popular sentiment across this nation. Obviously.
Hola
Mohalla is a 300-year-old tradition. Greatly irked by rising Mughal
intolerance
in the 17th century, Guru Gobind Singh, the tenth
Sikh Guru, inspired the Khalsa,
a fighting force of warrior monks and bade them to prepare for combat
from here at
Anandpur. Defending the honour of all - especially the weak and the opressed, regardless of their faith and beliefs - was made essential to the faith, as was
the need
to sport distinctive symbols of Sikh identity from then on. Elements of
language
were toughened up too. Several words were converted to the masculine.
The feminine Holi
was left behind; hence, the emergence of the macho Hola.
It is a proud martial tradition that is celebrated on
Hola Mohalla. One that saw various jathas and misls - Sikh legions -
take on fading Mughals forcefully, slap down pesky invaders from Nadir
Shah to
Ahmad Shah Abdali, and - under Maharaja Ranjit Singh - finally
conquer large parts of troublesome Afghanistan. No mean achievement that [considering that it is the only time in history that the Afghans have been conquered, even taking into account the current misadventure of the Americans in the region.]
Not
surprisingly, the British Raj was inspired by the concept of
‘martial races'. At Anandpur on Hola Mohalla, there's little doubt what
the burra sahibs meant. Martial is firmly welded to race, with large
dollops of
testosterone thrown in.
But that part of the party only kicks into high
gear when the Nihangs Singhs (from the Persian for crocodile) come marching in.
Camped
all around town in chhaawnis (cantonments), they pay obeisance at
Anandgarh, the historic fort and gurdwara complex, before marching to Charan Ganga
in the
early evening.
Despite being told to watch out for them, nothing
prepares you for the sapphire sea of humanity that pours in. Hordes of
Nihangs
in electric blue gowns flood the ground, many mounted on every sort of
beast
domesticated for combat: horses, elephants, decorated mules, even the
odd camel.
A dragon or two dropping in wouldn't make much of a difference. Other
Sikhs
- brandishing rifles, sunglasses and twirled moustaches - arrive
in SUVs, jeeps, tractors and trucks.
Splendidly turbaned and
bearded, sporting saffron sashes and motley regalia on their blue chogas
(robes), the Nihangs carry banners, ornamented spears, ceremonial fans
and, of
course, swords. Lots of swords. Clans converge at a central
spot. This
is as much annual conclave as it is martial display. Various jathedhars are honoured; old acquaintances are renewed. The ceremonial
fighting
and charging soon follow.
That's when the ground shifts to Planet
Testosterone. Hola Mohalla is machismo on overdrive. Even the dust soon
appears
redolent of traditions of martyrdom and honour. Loudspeakers celebrate Sikh
history. The martial mien is everywhere.
The animals appear to sense the testosterone
too. Tetchy looking horses keep snorting and eyeballing my camera
ominously , as
do some of their masters. I'm left impressed again - even the beasts
appear warlike though bhang mixed with animal feed, I'm later told,
might
probably be the reason.
But all is not about martial valour alone.
Equality and service to
fellow men are important credos in Sikh tradition.
Walking around Anandpur at night offers ample evidence.
At one of
the many camps, Karnal Singh, farmer and volunteer, sword dangling by
his side,
is stirring something in a degh big enough to boil a couple of Mughal
foot
soldiers. Dal for tomorrow's langar, he tells me, to be served with
rotis and a
subzi or two. Free langars, communal kitchens integral to all gurdwaras and
Sikh
events and institutions, are the principal means of feeding pilgrims.
Over two million
people come to Anandpur Sahib for Hola Mohalla, says the manager at the
city's shrine, the Takht Sri Keshgarh Sahib. Preparing for them is quite a
task. The
Punjab Government makes special arrangements to cope with the rush. Many
pilgrims appear to cope by themselves.
Billeted in large tents
everywhere, asleep inside and underneath vehicles, and in makeshift
trailers
attached to tractors, most appear intent on worship at the gurdwaras.
And in
attending the many melas that have sprung up everywhere.
From ferris
wheels to 'Walls of Death' - one with a Maruti 800 complementing the usual
motorcycle in the gladiatorial arena - Hola Mohalla is one big party: an extraordinary funfair for
the faithful like few others. Anywhere.
As cries of ‘Wahe
Guru ka Khalsa, Wahe Guru ji kii Fateh' echo around the Charan Ganga ground
at dusk,
no visitor would disagree that, in this nation, Singh is truly King.
[Edited version of the original first published in the Times of India]
March 14, 2010
Conversation about this article
1: Brijinder Singh (New York City, U.S.A.), March 14, 2010, 8:22 PM.
A riveting description of a very original Sikh festival. It is commendable how these Nihang Singhs have kept alive the traditions from Guru Gobind Singh Ji's time. I am inspired to go see it for myself one day.
2: R. Singh (Brampton, Ontario, Canada), March 15, 2010, 1:20 PM.
"Sword dangling by his side, is stirring something in a degh big enough to boil a couple of Mughal foot soldiers." Not a picture one would want to invoke or accept in praise of those who represent the epitome of fairness and selfless, humble service to all humanity, including Mughal soldiers. Nabi Khan and Ghani Khan, who escorted Guru Gobind Singh to safety, were also Mughal soldiers.
3: SSN (United States), March 15, 2010, 11:45 PM.
Was in Anandpur Sahib last year during Hola Mohalla. Didn't see the Nihangs and others battle it out. But the sea of humanity, all hues and colours dotted the landscape. It was hot, wonderful and seeing the Khalsa in true colours was amazing. Oddly, I was confused for the late Ishmeet Singh at every nook and corner there.