Where are those cute PUPPETS?

 Kathputli is a string puppet theatre, native to Rajasthan, India, and is the most popular form of Indian puppetry.It is controlled by a single string that passes from the top of the puppet over the puppeteers. Besides entertainment puppetry presents meaningful messages and an art form.

Puppets Of Rajasthan

Puppetry is an ancient, popular form of folk entertainment.
The tradition of handmade string puppets of Rajasthan is more
than a thousand years old.These string puppets in rajasthan is
called kathputlis. Every social gathering and village fair or
religious festival would be incomplete without them.These beautiful
and colorful puppets are hand made using wood and cloth. The head
the puppets are made of wood and colored according to characters
they depict in the shows.

Making A PUPPET

The typical Rajasthani puppet has a brightly painted face and a rough torso. Appropriate brightly colored maleor female costumes are fashioned by the puppeters themselves from patches of old cloths.The string puppets of Rajasthan are unique in their style and technique. These are hand crafted with wood and cloth. Wooden faces of these puppets are colored according to the characters they play in a particular act. Generally they are painted in yellow color with their hands are stuffed with rags, cotton and cloth pieces. 

Without any joints in hands and without any leg, these puppets dance to the tunes of puppeteers. Their absence of legs is not felt as they don beautiful Rajasthani outfits.

How To Control Puppets

A dark color curtain is used as the back-stage and a colorful curtain with three arches hangs at the front. The puppets are tied with dark strings, which do not show against the dark background, and dim lights are used. One of the popular characters is the dancer Anarkali who is hung by four strings. Her limbs are sewn in such a manner that with the slightest jerk several dance-movements can be produced. A Snake charmer is another attraction of the show.
During performances, the puppeteers manipulate the puppets with a whistling, squeaking voice and are interpreted by a narrator who also provides the rhythms. The puppeteer takes a ghungroo (string of bells) in his hands and plays it according to the rhythm. He makes a loop around his fingers and manipulates the puppet. Free movement is possible due to the absence of legs. A little jerk of the string causes the puppets to produce movements of the hands, neck and shoulder. Many puppets hang on one rope: one string tied to the head and other to the waist. Movement plays a very important part in this puppetry. The puppets are shown to have great speed and vibrancy. They are shoved towards each other with brandishing swords. Greetings and salutations are done by bending the puppets and leaving their arms to hang loosely.

Why Puppets Are Loosing Their Charm?






Today, most of the Rajasthan puppet theaters have lost their charm, due to the influence of cinema, television and video. But still puppetry is famous amongst children's, educators and communicators. In the olden day time these puppets were not only a source of entertainment but also provided moral and social education.Even the Rajasthan Government, today realizes the importance of saving this ancient art of folklore and keeping all the beneficial facts, the government took initiatives to open many puppetry theaters and regularly organise puppet shows in the countryside of Rajasthan.




Copyright..... Shreeja....

That was the time when everything was PURE

I am here discussing the past life of Indian villages which is now just in memory and i miss it a lot in this fast life of cities. In-spite having no facilities and knowledge as much as we are getting now-a-days, but the standard of living of villages life was in most purest form which was close to the nature.

Pureness has Lost

That was the time when everything was so pure and peaceful, i am talking about of Indian village living. Although village life is still exists but it is not the pure form of villages. From my mother and grandmother whatever i heard about our culture and village's life and whatever i felt in my childhood, i can say pureness has lost somewhere with the development of cities and due to migration from villages to cities. Now villages can be seen in under the effects of cities. I was nice to hear from my mother that in her time, how they used to cook their food with the help of earthen burners, and how they burn it with dry woods. That was the time when all the vegetables was in the pure form, no use of chemicals on their harvest and that is why its taste was delicious inspite having simple food.

Old techniques for making sauce or salsa

This image shown is of a type of a tool to make sauce or salsa which was used in villages. In modern times all of us used electric items to make any kind of dishes or starter and of course it saves a lot of time. But the real taste does not exists in machines. When i was child my mother used to make 'salsa' from this which is called in our language " sil-batta", it is made of stone and it is used by hand to grind the ingredients. Believe it or not but, electric machines makes our work easier but not delicious. I sometimes says to my mom to buy it because i really miss its taste, and i have bored from all the electric items, obviously not my personal computer, unless with its taste you will surely miss my articles.

Churning Curd In Village Style

Did you ever feel the experience of churning curd in village style? I am sure you didn't.
In Indian villages butter was made by churning curd with a wooden ladle shaped in a particular way. The head of the ladle is like a flower with five petals.
The curd is kept in a pot and the ladle is inserted in the pot and ropes are twined through the ladle and a person, normally the lady of the house pulls the ladle to and fro till the curd is churned thoroughly.
The butter will slowly start to appear and the ladle must be vigourously moved to unite the spread out butter and then water must be sprinkled and the hand must be used to gather the butter and taken out. This butter should be kept in a vessel filled with a glass of water to keep the butter from turning bad.

Indian Villages Lifestyle

Although Village's life was very slow and with lack of facilities but the standard of living was pure and healthy at that time. Green fields all around with clean and fresh air could be seen. Did you ever looked towards the sky in village? It was filled of tiny stars but impossible to see in today's polluted city life. That feelings is different,when you stares at sky which has thousands of shining stars and you sleeps in cool natural breeze, not in any artificial air of fan. In calm ambience, you take sound sleep and you wakes up early in the morning with sweet melodious voice of sparrows and peacocks. Your breakfast starts with milk or pure home-made curd and it ends on simple but delicious lunch and dinner. I think village life was healthier and little tough in comparison of cities but there was a satisfaction. The standard of living was such, that you did not need any exercise to keep yourself fit. In previous time, people lived long life till hundreds years because of their pure and healthy lifestyle. The uses of electric machines was not so popular at that time. They used to do lot of hard works even after that they used to saved some time for their hobbies and entertainment. Food and other vegetables were free from any impurity. Oh, i really miss it a lot and i can feel that pureness.

Wait Till Infinity

Destiny in my hands,
why does not match to my heart
pearls of joy,waiting in eyes
waiting on lips, that beats of smile
eager to know what exists in future's lap
hanker to come out from darkness to lamp
heart throbs inside the soul
along its confusens and betorn
in a moment,shining eyes becomes fade
castles of dreams,withered by the rain
following footprints on the sand
that leave me broken and dismayed
unable to stop thunderous storm
it spoils and withered my lucky rose
in comparison to others destiny
my wait increased to the infinity.

Love Speaks In Silence

Tough To Explain



It is so tough to explain
a word from heart
to start the talk
between you and I
talking on the phone or
walking hand in hand
always tried to tell you
nothing seems
pretty without you
It is so tough
to see in your enigmatic eyes
and tell you
because i feel shy
We used to talk every time
talked each other anyhow
but this seems discrete
finding an answer of
what and why?


It is tough to flash
real world of mine
How to show the Love
between you and I
silence deputize blaze of
something wrong inside but
between you and I
Love speaks in silence
which says
I'm your, You'r mine.



I know your heart throbs for me
and you try
to make me feel special
It is so tough to say
without crying
no other can exists
between you and I
When we touch us with a smile
holding hand
and lost inside each other
with a redolent heart
In real It is tough
never and ever
no one can distinguish
Between "You and I"

Confusion At The Last

Result Zero

I usually start my day
thinking about my plans
usually i opens eyes in sweet morning
by an unexpected dream
as usual, i feed pigeons
and look towards the sky
as usual, nothing seems changed
same whether, same plants
same flowers on my house's roof
everyday, i want to express my uneasiness
but as usual
again i do not have words for explain
every hour i sit and think
and start to write
but result says zero in the end


I get bored from this daily routine
OR i may be a big bore
every night, i think about next morning
and next morning i think about the night
usually, i have nothing special
OR nothing is special than me
expecting something interesting
on another day
I look towards my watch
and hardly i go to the bed
with same lamp, same pillows
every night, i look outside through a window
and as usual
moon just wish me a goodnight


I get tired by watching dream shows
Or perhaps i repeat the same dream
every moment, i have a lot to say
and as usual
it remains inside
usually, i have nothing to do
Or nothing exist that i can not do
i try to come out
and solve the puzzles of my life
searching the answers to crack this tough nut
i am groping my heart corners
and as usual, no search found
zero conclusion
and confusion at the last

The Burning Soul

Teary-Eyed, Full Of Grief

The reflection of gloom could seen in black eyes
kohillin had washed from lonely eyes in form of tears
tears fell down on lips slowly
it's so long when eyes let them enter inside
I picked up a tear drop and preserved it in heart
pain of heart which was in deep shadow
suddenly came out with silent noise
every word was written, covered in tears
it was impossible to hide that fear
I hate tears and do not want to cry
but for me it was uncontrollable
everything slipped from the fists
and seized the smile from the lips
it touched the lips and made them cry
the garden of heart was broken inside
which was made a bit by bit

Soul On Fire

A flake came out in form of fire
i gathered the pearls of joy to hide
and it was incinerate in front of my eyes
lamp of joy was blew out inside
and dusty tears spurted out
darkness was present in the eyes
and darker cloud of despair was high on sky
the flowers of heart withered due to heat
flower garden of heart was burning in the flame
pain of a wounded heart
came out in a painful sigh
and it burnt pieces of heart
A little lamp of my dreams
was watching this tragedy night
it was trying to hide itself
i could see it from the corner of eyes
it circled and took the soul on fire
and in last,
A helpless heart was watching
red flame of the Burning Soul

Two feelings are in love - one which creates by inner despair due to the distance and rules of world. second, which creates by the feeling of love between two hearts.

Tell Me The Way


I know you are far away
but my heart is in your way
i tries to stop myself
from thinking about you
but i am unable to stop loving you
i know you can't be mine
and i am not worth for you
i know you care about me
and understand me
but tell me the way
where i can find you
you stayed with me in my dreams
and in real you are beyond from my reach
how can i live with you
tell me the way
that belongs to you.

We Known As Love Birds

I hear love words from you
every day and every night
i can feel you around me
i smile, when a kiss fly from you
i know you care about me
you asks about me
you tries to solve my problems
you helps me to come out
from the situations
and you listen my anger
every day and every night
you hold me in your arms
and you stroke me with a smile
I hear love words from you
I need you
the answer is, i am available
anywhere, anytime for you
every day and every night
i feel relaxed
when i look for a help
and you already look at me
holding my hand, you say to me
no need to worry
i am always with you
i hear love words from you
i love you
it is the sweetest word in the world
which i want to hear
every day and every night
it makes me feel special that
i am your sweetheart
only one in the world
you hear love words from me
I love you
these are the three words
by which we known as love birds.

Music Of Unseen Love

Oh, how strange is this distant relation
how can i see yours face expression
your smiling face and shine of eyes
i just can imagine on my side
sometimes, i laugh and dream about you
sometimes, i think why do i like you
what exists for an ideal match
can't i love you without any rules?
oh, how many conditions to love you
how can i get your whiff and see you
whether match made in heaven or not
i believe only in hearts knot
we are two states having one heart
no matter how far away we are
wait is on both side for a glimpse
yearn for each other on the strings
Oh, how difficult to be yours for life-time
how can i dissolves in your love rhyme
with every step you become far like repulsion
still we are closed due to love attraction
love starts from eyes to the hearts
here it starts from hearts to the eyes
making a musical sound with sweet melody
beats on our hearts and preserved in memory
when we have same dream and heartbeat
no matter how much distance between us
Amidst world and heart
feel the music of Unseen Love.