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For the love of Yeti, Ajooba Kudrat Ka

Tonight my family will be performing an ancient Kashmiri ritual. We are going to offer food to the strange beings that dwell in the high mountains and come down on this day to check if the truce that was offered by them long ago is still being honored or not. Kashmiri Pandits call the night called Khech Mavas or the Khichdi Amavas. On this day lentils cooked with rice are kept outside the door for the Yech to feast on. Yech is the operational word for YakhshasNagas and Pishachas - the mythical ancient demi-god residents of Kashmir. Khech Mavas is a yearly reenactment of the peace treaty that was arrived at by the demi-god and the humans. Humans would offer Yech food on this day so that Yech would not bother them in the tough winters.  (more of that at my Kashmir Blog)

The day always reminds me of Yetis. So what better day to catch the master piece by Ramsay Brothers - Ajooba Kudrat Ka (1991) in which a web handed Indian Yeti does a little King Kong act.


  1. Oooooh. A slow-motion run-towards-each-other by a yeti and a little girl! Must see! I watched their "Mahakaal" just yesterday, coincidentally. Fun seeing Archana Puran Singh as someone younger and with more lines than Ms Braganza (Ah-haaaaa!).

  2. This certainly is a fun watch. And I remember 'Mahakaal' - Ramsay version of 'A Nightmare in the Elm Street'. Transparent Waterbed sequence is a killer.


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