It was the festival of Dussehra, so I wasn’t on duty at the clinic. I came across a the main Ramlila site in Shalimar Bagh yesterday while getting some exercise. There is something about rusting, decrepit fairground rides that reminds me of a post-apocalyptic world. I took some photographs, of course. The straw-stuffed statues of Ravanna, his brother and son, looked over an array of roundabouts, carousels, a Ferris Wheel, dragon train and Mickey Mouse.
The temple stage was just a facade. The bamboo skeleton of a marquee was being dismantled.
Someone was touching up some rusty paint work on a ride, perhaps hoping that it would hold it together. It made me feel depressed. Luckily there were no clowns around.