Mistakes
can be glorious. This happened during our district visit to Amaravati in
January 2013. We were in Melghat, totally isolated from rest of the world
except intermittent but weak mobile network signals. The trip was going really
good, both on counts of academics and fun.
It was a hectic day when we visited Bairagad
which is on Maharashtra- Madhya Pradesh border. While returning we came across
an indistinct milestone which showed a way to some village Katkumbh 3 km away.
We
were told by some friends to visit Katkumbh to study public health system. But
the map showed we were on wrong location. Out of mobile phone coverage and
totally disconnected from the world, we had no means to verify. Finally we
decided to take the plunge and go ahead to that village.
As
we entered the village, our fears came true. We were in the wrong Katkumbh. A
shy tribal woman told us that we were about 100 km away from the other
Katkumbh. We had two options: to return
back on track or to explore the mistake. Fortunately, we chose the latter one.
By now we had
realized that we had an unexpected scene to welcome us. Almost the whole
village was gathered at a place for some purpose and they were amused to see
us. This added to our amusement too. Destiny was playing games with us!
The gathering of villagers was not a
coincidence. It was a party celebrating a tribal marriage that took place two
days ago. We got to know about the tradition in Korku tribe where the
would-be-bride elopes with the would-be-groom before the marriage, spends some
time with him and returns to get married only if she finds him good enough. The
groom’s family compensates the bride’s family with money- kind of reverse
dowry.
The
whole village celebrated the marriage in their own way, completely oblivious to
the traditions of the so-called educated world. Men and women of all ages were
happy to be under influence of Mahua liquor- an essential ingredient of tribal
culture. Women were merrily chirping songs and dancing in round with occasional
rounds of liquor. The bride and the groom were in another room with a few
people busy in some ritual.
People
outside were served with special meal- mashed boiled corn and lamb meat curry.
Starchy corn and delicious but minimally spiced curry made everyone go crazy
there. The tribals insisted us to taste the food. We were lucky to taste the
simple yet mouth watering meal (and luckier to resist the insistence to taste
liquor!).
Then
came the turn of the mandatory photoshoot. Everyone wanted to be captured in
our cameras, though they knew they won’t see the photos again. An old lady had
a special request to take a snap of her daughter. Till the time we left, all
the attention was on us, the uncalled guests. Poor newlywed couple!!
I
am happy we made a mistake that day and went ahead to explore it. We would
never have got such a close insight in the lives of the tribals had we returned
back immediately. Mistakes teach us a lot. Not every mistake is a crime.
Because as I said earlier, mistakes can be glorious….