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A Dunguriya date

A Dunguriya date

East, India, Odisha

The Dunguriya village was tucked away in the heart of Niyamgiri hills and clusters of huts clung to its gentle slopes. Clean swept dirt alleys lead inside the village and a curious band of villagers followed us. The houses were made of mud, brightly painted with thatch or tin roofs, and were spotlessly clean. Several roofs held reed trays of wild ginger set out to dry. Huge mud plastered reed containers held rice inside the rooms and reed baby baskets swung inside little verandahs. Electricity had reached that village a few years ago and several homes proudly displayed obtrusive dish TV antennas. Shiny well maintained motorbikes stood outside the neat rows of houses and women came out of their homes, with babies straddled on their hips.

The Dunguriya women were exceptionally pretty. With bold dark eyes, vivacious smiles and elaborate style of dressing, they did not any adornment, but they were bejewelled enough to attend a party. Beaded coral necklaces fell in loops around their necks and hollow aluminium rings covered their shoulders. Tattoos were artistically scattered on their chins, foreheads and outer tips of their kohl lined eyes. I was bedazzled by the way they looked and stared at them as they went about doing their house work, dressed so painstakingly beautiful.

They were a friendly lot as well and offered me hollow gourds of salap (homemade sago palm wine). Their main festival of Baliraja Balirani was coming up and preparations were in full swing. Every community member came out of their homes to help in the preparations and they were singing, clapping and laughing to musical beats. The activities were grouped at a spacious village square and a strange rectangular house stood alone in the middle of it. The empty building contained nothing except for a wooden beam with two breast shaped carvings and a large headstone type of platform stood outside the hut. Fresh red red flowers were scattered on it and incense sticks coiled perfume in the air.

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A beautiful Dunguriya village

It was the sacred sacrificial stone of that village, holiest of the holy spots in tribal culture and root of their shamanic beliefs. Most of the world‘s indigenous communities believed in animism and the Dunguriyas were no different either. They worshipped nature and all essence of it. Trees, sky, rocks, water, sun etc fill their world of spirituality and their existence revolve around it. Mother Nature is revered as the holy spirit and it was uncannily similar to Aiwa in the movie “Avatar”. The wooden breast shaped beam was in fact their holiest deity-Mother Nature and the childlike simplicity of their faith made me smile.

In a world going crazy over complicated religions, their pure animist beliefs which revolved around existential factors seemed sensible and practical. Suddenly it made me aware of my own urban life and I wished our things were as refreshingly simple as theirs. We stayed with our Dunguriya hosts until late afternoon and after lunch started our journey back to Bissamcuttack. Going back was not easy and we trudged down the dense forested hilly path until the Bissamcuttack railway station came into view. We started our onward journey towards Jaypore and my first day in the heart of remote tribal belt of Odisha turned to be an overwhelming one. The drive to Jaypore was a visual delight and tobacco, mustard and cotton fields bordered both sides of the road. The Eastern Ghats enveloped us in most part of the journey and small nameless rivers flowed by quietly.

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Captivating Dunguriya hostesses

I thought about the “adivasi” existence and way of life during the entire drive to Jaypore. Basic, simple almost to a fault, their lifestyle was in close kinship with nature. Waking up everyday at predawn for a day of backbreaking work, communal gatherings in the evenings and living with stars, trees and flowers formed their daily routine. Dependent on off the field/freshly gathered/hunted food, natural medicine and therapies, even organic wine and cigars, their whole lives revolved around nature and it was no wonder that they, worshiped her as their nurturer and protector. Though with recent introductions of modern amenities, medicine and education system, the tribal life has changed rapidly, yet somehow the core essence of their adivasi “primal existence” remains the same.

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Beautifully decorated houses
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In a lovely Dunguriya village
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Where welcoming people, gossip
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And huge amounts of salap
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Made me experience a world
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Completely different than mine.
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Dependent on nature
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And steeped in interesting beliefs,
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It was colourful,
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Childlike simple
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And mostly uncomplicated
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While being rich in art
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And intriguing culture.

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About the author

Hi! I am Svetlana, a cloud gypsy, a story teller and a Maverickbird. A mother, writer, entrepreneur, traveler, foodie and an animal lover, I am a Super girl from India.

17 Comments

  1. Barry E. Warren
    July 26, 2014 at 9:34 am
    Reply

    Great read, Very interesting the way Tribes live so simple in remote areas. If you ask me, That’s the way to live, not a worry in this harsh world that is really out there.

  2. matheikal
    July 27, 2014 at 7:39 am
    Reply

    You have taken us into the forgotten/neglected backyard of the greatest (largest, at least) democracy in the world.

    • maverickbird
      July 27, 2014 at 11:08 am

      And it was absolutely magical there

  3. Datta Ghosh (@IamDattaGhosh)
    July 28, 2014 at 1:54 am
    Reply

    Wonderful! Thanks for bringing this world forth! Remembering my childhood days in Chhatisgarh

    • maverickbird
      July 28, 2014 at 1:56 am

      Thank you very much for your kind words. I am happy that the post reminded you of happy childhood days

  4. Datta Ghosh (@IamDattaGhosh)
    July 28, 2014 at 2:03 am
    Reply

    Wonderfully presented. The write up and the pics. Reminded me of my childhood days in Chhatisgarh! Thanks for sharing 🙂

  5. Poonam
    July 29, 2014 at 5:15 am
    Reply

    Hi Svetlana, your tribal series are simply lovely. Would it be OK with you if I reblogged this post?

    • maverickbird
      July 29, 2014 at 5:56 am

      Thank you very much. Please feel free to reblog.

  6. We That Travel
    July 29, 2014 at 5:19 am
    Reply

    Your tribal series are simply lovely, Svetlana. Would it be OK if I reblogged this post?

    • maverickbird
      July 29, 2014 at 5:57 am

      Thank you very much. Please feel free to reblog

    • We That Travel
      July 30, 2014 at 1:34 pm

      Have reblogged it. Thanks. 🙂

  7. We That Travel
    July 30, 2014 at 1:28 pm
    Reply

    Reblogged this on We That Travel and commented:
    One among a series on the beautiful tribal hinterlands in Eastern India by Maverickbird. The breathtaking photographs and descriptions of her experiences brought the peoples and the places alive for me. Do read the other pieces in the series on her blog, if you can.

  8. Andrew
    April 28, 2017 at 11:08 pm
    Reply

    amazing, beautiful faces

    • maverickbird
      April 29, 2017 at 7:36 pm

      Thank you very much.

  9. Rutavi
    April 30, 2017 at 4:50 pm
    Reply

    Hi Svetlana,

    This is one of the most interesting posts of yours. I can’t even imagine how ladies light up their cigar directly within. I like how such lovely interesting stories to share than the norm.

    • maverickbird
      May 3, 2017 at 10:16 am

      Thank you Rutavi. They put the already lit cigar inside their mouths for deeper puffs..it is supposed to be the fastest way of getting maximum fumes directly to the lungs.Those ladies do not have much time to have a leisurely puff, so they make best of whatever free moments they have.

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