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Embrace of the Kalasha

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“The Kalasha are not all being lost to conversions, that’s a story,” Maureen Lines says.

A well-known conservationist, author, a ‘barefoot doctor’ and photographer, Lines has seen it all, from up-close. She is an adopted member of the Kalasha – Pakistan’s, and perhaps one of the world’s, most intriguing tribes.

A north Londoner, Lines, who was granted Pakistani citizenship in 2004, candidly says it’s not the Taliban that are going to “kill off” the Kalasha, rather development in the “name of progress”.

In other words, ‘tourism not terrorism’ is the biggest threat to the Kalasha.

The fascination around the tribe has often centered around their rumoured ancestral links to Alexander the Great, their pagan lifestyle and the fact that they produce their own wine in the deeply conservative frontier regions. Their vibrant dress, Indo-Aryan features and hypnotic ritual dances have also added to the pull of tourists to Chitral and the Kalash valley.

Thus, when militants threatened this somewhat mysterious tribe, there was much media hype. Yet, amongst the ‘save the Kalasha’ clamour that followed, a vital aspect was missing from discourse – the land rights of the Kalasha and the issue of their displacement due to increased deforestation which is robbing them of their sustenance.

“All this worry of the Taliban, the real threat is the land problem,” says Lines. She goes on to add that hotels are taking up scenic land and illegal logging is leaving the area susceptible to flooding.

What is left for us? Our land is taken by strangers, our trees are used as pledges for a cap, we live like animals in a zoo, where the spectators stare at us. We are forced to dance for strangers and our women are troubled. All we want is to be left alone. (Ansaari, Bugi)

Along with land issues the sudden influx of outsiders has led to the building of “walls, hedges and boundaries”, slowly the entire social order of the tribe is going to change says Lines, who was taken in by a Kalasha family in 1981 and is popularly known as Bibi Dow in the valley.

Increasingly, such activity has started in the Bumburet (also spelt Mumret) valley of the Kalash region, which also consists of Rumbur (Ramboor) and Birir valleys. According to the Hindukush Conservation Association, the entire population of this region is around 10,000 people of which less than a third are the Kalasha.

With such a tiny population, and invasive development of the region by businessmen from outside of the province, many are afraid the Kalasha way of life may be a thing of the past very soon.

Education is the only way out

“We are survivours and we have survived for over 3000 years. The Kalasha people are not relics to be put up in museums,” an outspoken and defiant Sayed Gul Kalash says.

The 27-year-old Gul, who is the first Kalasha archaeologist and also the first scientist from her community, says a profound lack of education has kept her tribe ‘backward’ and unaware of their rights. Their centuries old traditions and history is yet to be accorded an official identity in the national database.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere if I hadn’t been educated. I value my traditions and realise the significance of our culture much more after being educated,” Gul, who as a strong representative of her community works to keep language, art forms and other elements of Kalasha heritage alive, adds.

“We have to get out and seek education and jobs but at the same time stay true to our values and cultures. There are many like me who are getting educated but not abandoning our way of life. In fact, we are better equipped to preserve our way of life.”

There have been calls to put the Kalash Valley and the Kalasha under the protection of UNESCO's World Heritage but before that they must be recognised and valued at home.

(Text by Taimur Sikander)

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Flashback: A slight diversion
By Maureen Lines

“Pakistan! You’re joking! Why on earth go to Pakistan?” And this was 1980… In those days, Pakistan was off the tourist map; for the staid elderly tourist, it was somewhere in never never land, and the backpackers had not yet discovered its great potential; they only knew the hippie trail in Afghanistan.

“I thought you were going to travel across North Africa and then down to South Africa,” my friend continued in that same incredulous voice.

It was true, that had been my intention, but only the night before I had seen on the BBC, a documentary on the Kalash people of North-Western Pakistan. Flexible, history loving and lured always by something different, my imagination had been caught by the romance of the Frontier and by the exotic nuances of this remote mountain people. I had decided on a slight diversion. Read more about Maureen's journey to Pakistan here.

 
Researched and Produced by
Taimur Sikander

Camera
Taimur Sikander

Editing
Muhammad Umar

Design
Mahjabeen Mankani

Music
Kurt Menezes

Photography
Murtaza Mankani
Abid Mehmood
Manal Ahmed Khan
Saarish Zuberi
 
I thought the Kalash were white with blonde hair/blue eyes? Here it seems that the white ones are in the minority
 
They play a fairly important role in my book :) I'd love to visit one day - here is an excerpt which involves them -

December 9, 1940 Chitral, North West Frontier Province, British India



Oblivious to the fascination or even the presence of the man they had been calling The Foreigner for the past weekin their local Kalash language, the residents continued their festivities.


Initially, the women were dressed in traditional black robes decorated with cowry shells of various sizes and hues. The men wore traditional white robes and stood separate from the womenfolk – and were divided into 2 groups – the pure one and the impure one. On cue from the shaman, the pure men burst into melodic songs about chastity and honor and in praise of the God Indra. Once they were done singing, the impure men too burst into song – except theirs were raunchy, wild, passionate and downright obscene – representing Indra’s younger and trouble-making brother Balimain. This further weakened the God Indra – who was already weak after aiding the people in the harvest season. Meanwhile, a group of young boys formed a chain – the anvārambhana and snaked through the village. They were ritualistically offered bread by the men and women alike and their feet were touched in an act of worship – they were impersonating the ancestors of yore. The impure men then exchanged their clothes with the women and now danced dressed as women. The trouble-making Balimain was exercising his boon from Brahma to change his form at will. The Shaman then blew a conch toward the small hillock and the lucky teenage boy who was to be the cynosure of all eyes at this festival emerged from the hut atop the hillock and climbed down with the 15 goats given to him. He had been living alone with the goats for a fortnight and was supposed to get fat and strong by living exclusively on goat milk. For his efforts he was now given a golden opportunity – for a 24 hour window, he could now have sexual intercourse and lose his virginity with any woman he wanted – married or unmarried, related or unrelated. A child born of this 24-hour rampage was considered to be blessed by both – Indra and Balimain. He would be born in a special section of the bashaleni – the building where all Kalash gave birth or were sent to when menstruating. As the young boy shyly looked at the women, they made cooing calls – urging the boy to select her over any other. He finally chose a girl slightly older than him and the shaman blew his conch once again. The impure men; still dressed as women stopped dancing and lined up and the shaman proceeded to wave juniper brands over their heads. They were finally men once more and again exchanged their clothes with the women – reverting to their original attire. What followed was the last ritual of the evening – ghona dastur – the great tradition. Some of the women handed over letters to men – they contained the price the men had paid to the girl’s family to marry her. Now, she wanted to marry a new man and sought him out through the letter. If he was able to pay the current husband double of what he had earlier paid, he could have her!





The Foreigner immediately thought of the worse from the Russian lady once again





Wife-elopement here is a custom


So tell me dear Rustom


Do you want to pay double


For a wife who causes so much trouble?”





He would have to head to the garrison at Peshawar right away and send a telegram.
 
why would you think that?
haven't you seen kalash before?

Not really. The ones I had seen on the internet had blonde hair and blue eyes so that's the impression I got of them.
 
Not really. The ones I had seen on the internet had blonde hair and blue eyes so that's the impression I got of them.
Not all...Just like not all gorays are blonde...with green eyes
 
@jandk There are more non-kalash Pakistanis with blonde hair etc than all the population of Kalash put together and times by hundred. Pakistan, in my opinion, is one of the most diverse countries in the world. It's just a shame that some of us are not as accepting of others as we should be.
 
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