You may want to understand what a “Bhoto” is before we start the tale, yes. Well, that’s a jacket. “Bhoto” translates into “a jacket” in Nepali. “Jatra” refers to “festival.” And so, you’re going to read the vest festival tale. Yes, you’ve read that right, here we have a festival for a jacket, and it’s amazing.
Bhoto Jatra concludes Rato Machhendranath Jatra’s month-long celebration. (This is another tale now). Rato Machhendranath is a God of Rain and a deity. Every year, Rato Machhendranath’s huge Chariot is drawn around the valley, and when I say huge, it’s really huge with a 60-foot-tall spire over the chariot from all four ends attached to it, made from bamboo poles. And with Bhoto Jatra, the festival is labeled closed, and this is the tale of how it came about.
Upon arrival, Karkotak captured the healer farmer and jumped into the lake, making the man able to breathe underwater with his godly powers. They arrived at the opulent palace, and on the queen’s eye the healer started to operate. He was able to rid the queen of her illness with medication.
The snake-king became very happy, and he gave the healer for his service, as promised, gold and silver. A black Bhoto encrusted with dazzling diamonds was among those wealthy.
Everywhere he walked, the farmer wore that Bhoto that caught everyone’s eyes in the valley. And I mean everyone when I say to everyone. A ghost saw the farmer wearing the Bhoto, and with envy he started turning green. The ghost started to follow him everywhere without the farmer noticing, and his activities proved rewarding when one day the farmer set aside his diamond to work on his farm. The ghost stole the Bhoto and ran away, seizing this chance.
“Hay! Return here!! This is mine!”The farmer wept as he was chasing the ghost. The diamond lights shone off and made the ghost visible for a couple of seconds before he disappeared again. The farmer was then left to chase the sudden komerabi of light given off by the diamonds, but the farmer couldn’t seem to capture the thief, no matter how hard he tried.
The sun came down, and there came twilight. Running throughout the city after the ghost, the farmer went across Bhaktapur’s broad aircraft where the Red Rain God festival, Machhendranath, was going on in complete swing with individuals pulling the gigantic chariot there to a halt. “The whole valley is here, celebrating, and so the ghost must be somewhere here as well,” the farmer believed. Just then he caught sight of the light from the diamonds reflected by the last dying sun as he managed to complete this thought. He sneaked sneeringly, very quietly and discreetly behind the ghost that was actually watching the festival itself, and caught hold of him, close.
“Return my Bhoto to me!” The farmer asked. “NO!” The ghost was screaming. And thus guaranteed an argument.
Coincidentally, King Gunkampdev’s chariot was driven there; the festival was watched by the king. The king’s guards seized the arguing farmer and the ghost and presented them to the king. “Here the peace was disturbing,” they said.
Now, King Gunkampdev was just a good king and wished to understand the tale on both sides. “Your majesty, this is my Bhoto,” the farmer came first. This imbecile ghost robbed me of it as I held it aside to work on my farm. This Bhoto is a reward that I received from Karkotak, the snake-king, for assisting his spouse. This is my Bhoto!”That farmer said.
Hearing the tale from both sides, the guy made a choice. “This Bhoto shall be in possession of the Machhendranath chariot priests until either of you can demonstrate me some concrete evidence of the Bhoto belonging to either of you.”
And so, the farmer came back to Taudaha Lake to confront the Snake-king with Karkotak about all that came down. He asked the snake-king to come back as a witness with him and give the king’s evidence.
“Okay, I’m coming as your witness. Be on me’s look-out. When I arrive, there’ll be a storm. I’m going to be bigger than the remainder of the individuals there, “Karkotak said. The farmer returned to the festival and spent three days waiting there. People were beginning to go home at the end of the third day. The festival came to an end. The framer couldn’t find the snake-king among the crowd as he could try. A bit fast the wind blew, but there was no storm. And so, a final time during the festival, the priest at the Machhendranath chariot showed the Bhoto to the crowd. “Who belongs to this Bhoto?” He told the audience to show it from all four corners of the chariot. “Who belongs to this Bhoto?”But with no evidence, none came forward. And so, Bhoto Jatra’s tradition started with the annual display of the Bhoto like this to the crowd, the priests waiting for someone to come out and claim the Bhoto with concrete evidence that it belongs.
