
I am stunned at the wooden masks
At
the Exhibition centre,
‘Gomera’
read a card,
While
the maker was busy
Making
smaller papier mache ones
For
the curious kids.
What
colours, what artistry,
Long
bulbous eyes
Out-bursting
on a pale blue face,
The
red tongue out,
The
third eye open,
The
head dress another few weeks of work
I
recall experiences elsewhere
And
can’t help uttering,
‘Such
artistry, each mask a masterpiece
Abroad,
these would be housed in museums,
Here,
how are you selling
These
for a pittance?’
The
old man smiles,
‘These
are our village deities Babu
Our
soul and life -
Can
you trap them in a museum?
If
you do, how will we inspire
Our
next generations?’
The
masks stare back at me –
The
demon, the trader
Trying
to tag their value,
Until
I smile,
The
masks may have a price,
The
tradition does not
Kushmandi’s
masks will continue
The
deities keep prancing
In
the mustard fields,
As
they have for centuries
In
a distant city,
A
mask-maker merges with his many masks…
31st
October 2026
Kushmandi,
in West Bengal’s Dakshin Dinajpur district, is particularly associated with the
wooden masks of Gomira, a ritual dance tradition rooted in the Rajbanshi
communities of North Bengal. Here, artisans carve large, expressive faces
representing deities, mythological figures, animals and other characters. These
masks are not simply theatrical props or decorative objects: they are treated
as sacred presences, used in village performances and sometimes offered to
deities in fulfilment of a vow. Gomira performances traditionally take place
around the agricultural season, particularly from April to July, invoking the
village goddess Chandi and seeking protection and the triumph of good over
evil. The masks have also acquired a market as works of art, and the Wooden
Mask of Kushmandi received a Geographical Indication (GI) tag in 2018,
recognising its distinctive regional identity and craft heritage.
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