Gaajan -A Hindu Folk Festival: Biswarup Saha

Gaajan is a Hindu festival associated with deities Shiva, Neel and Dharmathakur. Gajan spans around a week, starting at the last week of Choitro continuing till the end of the Bengali year. It ends with Charak Puja. Anyone can participate in Gajan. Participation includes getting appearances like Gods with the help of highly colorful make-up,  roaming around the fair that follows, song-and-dance performances or character-playing in Drama based on mythological stories. In Panchkulla, West bengal, the festival of Gaajan even dates back to 500 years. The central theme of this festival is deriving satisfaction through non-sexual pain, devotion and sacrifice. Biswarup Saha presents a set of pictures of this festival.


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Biswarup is a professional photographer and a graphic artist by profession.

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