We came to Pushkar to celebrate New Years Eve, and Sadhu had everything planned, we are going on a gypsy party with dancing and music. He has gotten hold of a driver and a car, and we drive about thirty minutes to the neighbour town Ajmer. We stop outside a hotel, which is half-finished, and enter between scaffolds and come to a garden with various small houses and scenes. In one of the buildings there is some kind of disco. As we enter, we walk by policemen with batons, one of them even have a shotgun and a cartridge belt over his shoulder. They let us in. We are walking amongst laser rays, blinking disco lights, inducing rhythms and dancing couples. But suddenly the policemen are back, and they escort us out of the place, without telling us why. We later learn that it was absolutely forbidden for single men to enter the place.
Sadhu’s cousin, Raki, is dancing on one of the stages. They are called Banjare, and belong to one of the 14 clans whom for a thousand year ago departed for the West, and became what we know as gypsies or Roma. It s a pleasure to have Raki here dancing us into the new year. Behind her is a Banjare orchestra driving her off into a wild dance. It all ends with fireworks, and the journey continues into a new year.
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