I n the realm of semi-nomadic mystics known as or , a captivating story unfolds, weaving a tale of ancient traditions and mystical connections. These snake charmers, nomads from a bygone era, traverse urban centres, leaving behind the echoes of their mysterious artistry for a fortnight or a month, only to return briefly to their enigmatic homes in the Tharparkar desert. Among these wandering souls, a delicate interplay of faith and culture comes to life.
The Hindu s, devotees of the Shakti cult, pay homage to the formidable goddess, Kali. Meanwhile, the Muslim s of Sindh, embodied by figures like Misri Jogi and Deen Mohammad Jogi, embark on a pilgrimage to the sacred 500-year old shrine of Baba Shah Bilawal Noorani in Lasbela district. Leaving their families behind in the vast Tharparkar desert, they undertake a two-day journey to reach the busy cities of Hyderabad or Karachi.
In the fading light of a dying profession, the s cling steadfastly to the art of snake charming, a skill passed through generations. It’s not merely a livelihood; it’s also a sacred legacy etched into their very beings by fathers and grandfathers. Despite the dwindling allure of their craft, the s find solace in the familiar dance of the serpents.
Performance and begging, entwined in the fabric of their existence, create a captivating spectacle. Even without a snake, the s bear their distinctive – bag – housing a round rattan box, a , believed to contain the elusive reptile, though it remains my.
