Every year in
October Hsipaw has a festival at which each of the villages in Northern Shan
State brings in trucks loaded with presents to give away at the monasteries.
This year 500 villages donated 500 truck-loads. This is a serious size
festival.
Heading the
procession was a nagadaw dressed in
white. Nagadaws are the human
representation of nats, which are part of the all important and
very much alive spirit world of Myanmar. Bo Bo Gyi is the nat that represents the town of Hsipaw. He ensures that everything at
the festival will go smoothly. Everyone will be happy: singing and dancing with
no fighting to spoil the show. We were particularly pleased to see Palaung
villagers wearing their festival finery.
Some floats comprised
big, modern trucks, others were smaller and less modern, and some were ancient
tractors with no bonnets. Often a man had to get down to wind up the engine,
cranking it into life! Every float blared music, some came from loudspeakers
and some had on board traditional musicians beating drums and clashing cymbals.
Tall bamboo screens carrying the presents stood on the floats giving the population
of Hsipaw an idea of all that the villagers were giving to the monasteries. Items
on the screens comprised: umbrellas, crockery, clocks, electric fans, buckets,
food carriers, furry brown cushion covers, pink plastic drawer dividers and huge
towels bearing pictures of snarling tigers. Several trucks had notices announcing
how many kyat their village was
donating and one truck bore a zedi
built entirely of 1,000 kyat notes! All bore pictures of the Buddha.
These huge
screens would be taken off the trucks later at the pagoda in Hsipaw.
A float came by
throbbing with music. Teenage boys in jeans, white shirts and incongruously
long black ties bounced up and down keeping the beat. Other young boys favoured
elasticated camouflage pants so tight they were the exact opposite of the baggy
Shan pants the older generation wore.
The procession
was static for a while. Each truck was given a number in Hsipaw denoting their
village. This evening they would receive a number (pulled out by lucky draw) denoting
the monastery to which their gifts would go and to which, wherever it was, they
had to deliver them. The procession rolled on again.
Trucks had started
moving this morning at 10.00 am and will not finish until around mid-night.
After this, one imagines the singers, dancers, drivers and movers of the bamboo
screens will all collapse with fatigue. Fortunately, as this is the time of
Thadingyut, the Festival of Light, the next day is a holiday giving everyone
time to recover.
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