Bihar Sonepur Mela

The largest cattle fair in Asia is a colourful and vibrant affair
Bihar Sonepur Mela

Nobody has taught Chanda economy of movement. She moves from leg to plump leg in an ecstasy of non-coordination. She sways side to side while her head bobs up and down. Her trunk tries to scratch her legs only to find the legs have moved elsewhere. In this functional world she is an autonomous, unergonomic universewith painted ears.

Jhoolan haathi hai, explains her owner, basking in the glory of possession and trying to look oblivious to the crowd of star-struck gazers that has collected around his precious two-year-old. Shes a swinging elephant only stops moving when she sleeps.

Held since the time of Aurangzeb, the Sonepur Mela fittingly for one that is described in all guide books as the largest cattle fair in Asia is a gigantic kaleidoscope of primary colours and primary noises. Every year in November, at the occasion of Kartik Purnima, faith and commerce keep their annual appointment at this overgrown village at the confluence of the Gandak and Ganga, an hour away from Patna. Immense crowds assemble, the number of which it is impossible to estimate... the roads are thronged for days..., said an awestruck gazetteer in the early 20th century, and the description holds good even today.

And in the devout crowds wake come they who are the life of this event the mendicants, the vendors of shiny objects, the purveyors of food, the sellers of religious paraphernalia.... Here hangs a calendar with Aishwarya on it, there lies a copy of Satya Narayan Katha cheek by jowl with a Murda Jaag Utha Theres the sadhu who has buried himself head down in the sand, with an eloquent plate holding a few coins next to him. Theres a fortune-telling parrot and a fortune-changing stone. But most of all there are the animals. Elephants, horses, bulls, oxen, goats, dogs, birds and camels. Over centuries, the mela has primarily been famous for its elephant trade in which an ensemble cast of forest departments, timber loggers, temples (especially in South India), circus owners, traders and just individuals who wanted an elephant tied at the door for prestige, have been the main buyers. It is the elephants who have always been the focus of Sonepurs attractions, and that is why Chanda is here.

Even in the heart of colourful India, Sonepur at fiesta time can claim to be the most vibrant of places. The saris are orange, the sindoor is red, the roli-threads yellow and ochre, the sadhus saffron, the bangles a riot, and the tents indescribable. Glowing in the winter sun, they are the first things you see of Sonepur, those tents, as you end a journey that mostly spans the 6-km-long Mahatma Gandhi Bridge over Patna, over the Ganga, and over never-ending banana plantations. Sonepur generously gives itself over to anyone who wishes to set up camp, dig tents, install ad hoc cane stalls, or, as in the case of our sadhu, bury himself in the ground.

They come from all over the world, as a proud local says, from Chhapra, Siwan, Hajipur, Arwal. But they also come from Bengal, Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh, not forgetting the foreign tourists and the TV crew from National Geographic with their state-of-the-art equipment and impressive cameras.

Throughout the mela, there is a purposeful but relaxed swirl and eddy as people make their way to and from the river ghats there are baths to be taken, traditions to be observed, and gods to be propitiated. Moving along with the bodies is a world in brass and copper bowls, spouts, plates, lamps and lotas make alliance with marigolds, threads, vermilion and incense. Near the ghats, satsang camps, ashram outlets and even a gurudwara from Patna, take the shortest route to mens heartsthrough their stomachswith bhandaras and langars of community food, and through their ears, using loudspeakers.

There is talk of the dances turning, as the evening deepens, into local striptease shows. But I move on, away from an entire village-turned-fairground, to that distant point beyond the dust, the bales of hay, and the men combing their hair, where all the worlds energies converge on the point called Chanda.

Chandas owner has brought her to the fair not to sell but to get a microchip implanted in her and get a certificate of ownership from the Forest Department. Singh Saheb is represented mainly by a pair of luxuriant moustaches. This is true of almost all the elephant-owners and horse-owners, and very fitting it is too since the ownership is a resoundingly male phenomenon. Many of their tents have banners proclaiming a proud line of patriarchy XYZ Singh, son of so-and-so Singh, grandson of suchand-such Singh, village this, district that... These are the big landowners, their vans and Scorpios often parked behind their tent, able to afford the 800-plus-rupees per day that the prestige of keeping an elephant tied at the door demands. They sit in the sun on their reclining chairs, next to their pet, often hidden behind a newspaper, trying hard to project a studied indifference to the admiration of passersby. Sometimes the moustaches peek from behind the paper. A chair offer the moustaches. Some tea

But however friendly I become with her owner, Chanda couldnt care less. She nimbly steps out of my camera frame with a flick of the wand that is her tail. She tosses her head away in magnificent haughtiness as I offer a besotted hand. She fairly breaks my heart.

It is always possible that Singh Saheb is being economical with the truth about not selling Chanda. Given the concern over the decreasing numbers of the Asiatic elephant, the use of elephants for timber logging and commercial purposes has been banned for years and the animals sale is forbidden. And yet, there is a curiously large number of them gathered here. Is it for the health camp for animals, especially elephants, thats being run here Far more likely, its for business as unusual. Selling your elephant may be banned but no one can stop you from gifting or donating it, so the mela now sees a lot of elephantine gifts worth several lakhs. Its a favourite topic stop to chat with some mahout or stall owner, and they are full of how an elephant was sold that very morning, and for how much.

The elephants meanwhile look on at the buzz they have generated with an air of one who has literally risen above it all. They look patient and thoughtful and a bit sad-eyed, and are amazingly photogenic in the dawn and dusk. Watching them bathe is pure pleasure. Thus may a god relax, unburdened of his standing and watching, of his monumental existence and the weight on his shoulders, feeling buoyant and happy and light in the water. But they are equally godlike and patient to the calls of the world when prodded by their mahouts to get out of the river and climb up its steep mud banks, back to being painted, fed, stared at, and exclaimed over.

The horses, in a separate field, are pure kinetic energy. Theirs is a more exciting arena, constituted of tautness and muscle and something that is always ready to burst into a run. In fact, at any time of the day I can see a couple of horses being taken through their paces for the benefit of potential buyers. They range from prized stock that would run races, valued at lakhs, to smaller beasts of burden, who would end up pulling a cart or tumtum. I see them emerge through the dust their own hooves have kicked up, and often their necklace or even an anklet flashes by in the winter sun.

If the Ghoda Bazaar is exciting, the Chidiya and Kutta Bazaar is positively hysterical. Not only because birds and dogs can be quite, umm, articulate at the best of times but also because, for some reason, the sellers of the birds and dogs are the same. A cage of petite red munias, setting the dusk-time sun on fire, would have had much to say for themselves in any case but with four snowy Pomeranians haranguing them they sound like an unrehearsed and not very talented Greek chorus.

Carried out on Purnima day, when all transportation is banned in Sonepur, the simple event of a person returning from Sonepur to Patna becomes an epic saga of a woman and a suitcase negotiating the Gandak on a rowboat, disembarking on the ghat opposite, taking cycle rickshaws to the local station, taking a six-seater to Patna station.... Back in Delhi, memories of a rising sun that bathes people before they have taken a dip, throws colours over lazy, sleepy streets, and momentarily turns pink the monochrome of the elephants permeate all my days. The fair is over and the caravans are travelling into the sunset. Swing on, Chanda. The world has need of your singular grace. The tubelights in Singh Sahebs house are going out and its about to be night. Tuck into your last banana and try out a new step in your inimitable dance. Itll soon be time to sleep.


Taking in all that the Sonepur Mela offers may not leave you with much energy to spare, but if miraculously it does, you can visit a temple. There are several in this area, the confluence of the Ganga and the Gandak, considered holy ground by millions of Hindus. The best-known and most visited of them is the Hariharnath Temple, which locals will tell you is ancient (Lord Rama built it), but was actually constructed by the Birlas. Hariharnath is an old and famous deity, so much so that the mela was also called the Hariharnath Kshetra Mela. On Kartik Purnima, pilgrims usually visit the temple early in the morning or at twilight. Two other temples, Kali Sthan and the Panch Devata Mandir, are also popular

Where to Stay &ampEat
Sonepur is little more than a village and has no hotels to stay in. Some years, travel operators or hoteliers do set up good quality tents for mela tourists, but this is uncertain. Searching the Internet for these before the mela would be worth it.
Bihar Tourism puts up a Tourist Village in Sonepur (Tel 06122225411, Mob 09708066612 email bihartourism.bstdc@gmail. com Tariff 4,500-9,000). These cottages are temporary double occupancy structures with an attached bath. There is also a temporary restaurant for guests. You can also choose to stay in Patna. The better quality hotels here will give you a respite from the dust and chaos, and will also help arrange your visits to and from the mela, which is a big help.

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