"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Rhythm Of Kalam


The sun has set.

With the dying of the light, Kalampattu begins.

The drums start pulsing their hypnotic rhythms.


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Song, dance and frenzy conjure up dark powers.



Suddenly, my sensibilities are repulsed by what is enacted.

I feel as shocked as any Victorian puritan.

I put away my camera.


Chicken may be gone from my menu for some time…


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