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Wrestling – The Bhutanese Way
30 Aug 2019 13:56:47, aalinadesai

Two men face off amid a small circle of spectators. The young women in the crowd are aflutter and boys wait anxiously for the fight to begin.

Pitting the strength, agility and stamina of one young male against another, wrestling fulfills a primal urge across all cultures.

Keshey, the Bhutanese version, is no different.

The word literally translates to something as "To Hold the Waist", a fitting description of the goal of the participant is toss the opponent to the ground by grabbing hold of the kera, or belt.

A vigorous heave combined with a strong hold and firm footwork are the requisite skills, combining the best elements of a top athlete. Brute force, concentration, mental and physical agility and a good sense of balance, the same qualities, in a way, that are revered across all cultures.

Take, for example, ancient Greek art illustrating the Homeric epics. More often than not their best heroes were depicted in the lion stance of a wrestler, crouched low, muscles tensed, and the gaze intense.

What could be nobler, more glorious, more worthy of praise and admiration? (Of course, we are not speaking here of American wrestling for cable television which often seems a gross caricature of the noble sport. And yet, even the popularity of television’s self styled “World Wrestling Federation” is perhaps an indication of our collective hunger for heroes from a simpler age who put nothing up but their bare hands, their cunning and their brawn in their quest to leave a mark in the world.)

Not for me the effete, over-starched and overdressed athletes of golf, croquet or cricket who pass these days for sports heroes.

Recently, my thoughts punctuated by the dull thunk, bounce and squeak of a basketball court (another modern upstart in the field of sports), I began to wonder about the men whose names, in the telling, brought a gleam to my grandmother’s eyes.

The legendary brothers Pila Gonpo and Pala Gyaltshen who were accomplished wrestlers before they became master swordsmen. Leaders of men before they were athletes, the Pala-Pila brothers live on in oral tales immortalizing their storming of the Field of Weeping Willows, or Changlimithang, the site of our national stadium today.

Similarly, Mikthoem of Punakha, another man who struck fear in the hearts of other men until he was finally quelled by the royal forbear Druk Desi Jigme Namgyel.

Of more recent note were the soldiers Ap Gempo, Sangay Dorji and Kencho Tshewang, national champions all, back when Keshey was king.

In the early 1930s Keshey most adult males attending annual religious festivals ended the day by indulging in vigorous rounds of Keshey. Especially in East Bhutan, at the Gom Kora Tshechu, local Keshey legends gathered from all the nearby villages and communities. Participants and spectators alike lived in tents for up to three days for the express purpose of enjoying impromptu wrestling matches.

When the sun set in the western horizon and all the religious rituals of the day were done, all the champions, adventurers, challengers and upstarts gathered at a central location near the festival grounds.

Circles formed and crowded by each other's strengths, endurance and resolve.

"Those days were unforgettable," says Lopen Kuenzang Thinley, the editor of KMT. "The crowds would cheer and the wrestlers fought furiously. Yet they always remembered the greatest respect for each other in the end. "

The usual reward for the winners, according to Lopen Kuenzang, was a baetrum (old copper coin) for each end. The loser's face was usually held by the winner's camp, a customary gesture that was usually perpetrated and accepted by some lightheartedness in both camps.