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Photo A Day Experiment (PADE) Day16 - Art

For today's theme Art, I again went back to my Kaala Ghoda Festival collection. Though, complete collection is about the display of art, I chose the Puppets or Kathaputlis for the post.

Kathputli or Indian puppetry has been native to Rajasthan and is said to be over thousand years' old in history. I have always been fascinated by the puppets and the ones who control them with strings. Somewhere in my heart I believe we are being controlled by someone as skilled as those puppeteers up above in cosmic world regulating us in and out of our dimensions. And, then this thought discourages me to take initiative; and then I think about the Jonathan Livingston and it encourages to take that first step...and then I 
feel lost when realize that he was one of the only of the clan that reached the height to
die alone.

 Well, here are the pics..
The Puppeteer
..and the Puppet...do notice the plate with money in it..
What was special about the show was that 98% were with cameras, clicking or recording. 
And, then there came the moment when Puppeteer had to say to stop clicking and start 
contributing :)

 Here's a video I shot...
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  1. Juztamom16 July 2013 at 20:38

    Punit Kathputli is a traditional and beautiful form of Indian puppetry. Thanks for highlighting it!!


    PS: Some issue with formatting?? Few lines are looking out of the place..do check!

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  2. Punit Dubey16 July 2013 at 20:43

    Thanks @Juztamom :)
    There was some bug with blogger, had to add a line-break to format it... Thanks for pointing it :)

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