Nuakhai - Rituals of The Nine Colors of Nuakhai

Rituals of The Nine Colors of Nuakhai

People in the Kosal region initiate preparations for the event 15 days in advance. Nuakhai is understood to have nine colours and as a consequence nine sets of rituals are followed as a prelude to the actual day of celebration. These nine colours include:

  1. Beheren (announcement of a meeting to set the date)
  2. Lagna dekha (setting the exact date for partaking of new rice)
  3. Daka haka (invitation)
  4. Sapha sutura and lipa puchha (cleanliness)
  5. Ghina bika (purchasing)
  6. Nua dhan khuja (looking for the new crop)
  7. Bali paka (final resolve for Nuakhai by taking the Prasad (the offering) to the deity)
  8. Nuakhai (eating the new crop as Prasad after offering it to the deity, followed by dancing and singing)
  9. Juhar bhet (respect to elders)

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