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Kathakali -1

Kathakali, a dance drama, is the traditional art form of Kerala.  Depicted here is Sree Krishna in the story of Kuchela Vrutham  Photographed by me

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  1. Wow! That's beautiful. We hardly get to see this art form these days.

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  2. Thanks LeoPaw! yes, Kathakali is more popular elsewhere... People who can understand and enjoy it are lesser these days...

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  3. cool...actually, where was the venue?

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  4. Very nice..Being a Keralite,and being frank,I never got to see one this close..tanks

    http://zradar.wordpress.com/

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  5. Roopa,
    This was @ Sreekrishnapuram. It is my co-sister Priya, who is playing Krishna. She is a highly acclaimed Kathakali artist of our times...

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  6. Zradar,
    Thanks for the appreciation. Many of us dont get to watch Kathakali these days. But there are active Kathakali clubs in places like Ernakulam, where periodical performances occur. I myself belong to one of them, but never manage to get to Ernakulam in time for the "arangu"

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  7. Such rich colors and captured so aesthetically and vividly!!! Nice click!
    Grew up in Kerala.. nostalgic seeing this pic!! :)

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