It was chaos, KLKhaos to be precise. Thaipusam made the Little India - Farrer Park area on a Sunday look like a walk in the park. It was a sea of black ( the clothes you racist moron, the clothes) and there was hardly any breathing space. But boy was it worth it.
Like any normal KLKillah would have, i started off on this Klengdestine fact finding mission early. I reached the start off point at about 3 am and to be honest, I was slightly dismayed. The normal indians were there, but the majority of the KLKs were missing. (It was Thaipusam damn it, they were supposed to be out in full force.) Disappointed, I was about to walk out of the temple praying (the irony) that maybe the majority had just stepped out for a KLKopi break when it happened.
It was soft at first, but it got louder and louder until it came into focus. In the distance, coming in at speed towards the temple entrance was a white lorry (standard KLK transport for thaipusam) that was probably housing one section of the ever popular KLK drum symphony (think urumees and bongos (sp)) and of course the token small kavadi ( can't forget that one now can they). This was the call to arms that was needed and soon their numbers grew. One by one they entered, sharp comb and all, proceeding to their various areas within the temple and creating bedlam. It was "Ponna happening la machi".
So I picked one kavadi to follow out to Tank Road and ,contrary to popular belief, it was a tough choice to make mind you. In the end it was between the pink pompoms, the abstract metalpiece and the all time KLK favourite, the featherduster. I decided to go old school and followed the feather duster, from a safe distance of course. It had everything from a mangamma wardrobe malfunction( think something black coming out of something black), to a short stop at 7-11 to get some, ahem, drinks ( water point not open la machi) and of course the joyous sight of watching a 3 tiered Kavadi uniting the KLKongregation behind it with the femme fatales singing surangani (mangamma remix) and the male KLKs busting a groove with the kavadi carrier. Pure magic.
I repeated the process a few times but none were as magical as the first unfortunately, though i did manage to have a friend get a few shots of the occasion ( Dreadlocked KLK = priceless) which hopefully will be uploaded soon. Pardon the relatively abrupt end to this post, gotta run now, will try and give a blow by blow analysis if and when i get the pics up. Ciao.
ps: Chicago is a city and not a dance move, machi. And Klengstafarian, if we catch your dreadlocked behind on friendster, we're profiling you. You have been warned.
thaipusam, singapore, kavadi, urumee, bongo, keling, chicago
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