A World of Tradition
I love traditions. Family traditions, national traditions, anything that will will be traditional inside true sense of the word. I guess the idea’s because they give me a sense of continuity in a rapidly changing world; a sense of my roots, an idea of who I actually am as well as where I actually came through. For example, in my family, as in many some other close-knit English families, the idea will be traditional for us to speak to each some other every Christmas, at another family member’s birthday, or during a family wedding or funeral. Call us soft as well as sentimental if you like, although that will’s just the way the idea will be.
Many national traditions have been passed down through generations for hundreds as well as even thousands of years. A few have remained more or less the same as they were back inside day, while others have changed dramatically over time. Weddings, rites of passage as well as death among some other human milestones are marked with ceremony in almost all cultures around the planet – as well as some are cute while others are downright painful.
There’s a wedding tradition in Indonesia which, while not exactly painful, must surely involve a great deal of discomfort. After a man as well as woman of the Tidung people of north-eastern Borneo get married, they are not allowed to use the bathroom for three days as well as three nights following the ceremony. the idea will be believed that will to do so might risk bad luck, divorce as well as the death of offspring at a young age. I’m guessing the wedding festivities are modified accordingly because I know for a fact that will if that will tradition were introduced into English weddings, no marriage might make the idea past the reception.
Probably the most well-known tradition at English weddings will be one in which all the unmarried adult females present gather behind the bride as well as she throws her wedding bouquet over her head. According to folklore, the woman who catches the bouquet will be the next to marry. inside ‘80s, somebody tried to introduce a male equivalent of that will tradition into weddings, wherein the single men present were likely to form a group behind the groom as well as he might throw the bride’s wedding garter over his head in their direction. Unfortunately that will never caught on because all the single men were either too drunk to catch anything, too busy chatting up the newly identified single females, or hiding inside toilet unwilling to demonstrate even that will basic level of commitment to a relationship.
The Chambri tribe of Papua fresh Guinea turns young boys into men through a scarification ceremony which involves using a piece of sharpened bamboo to carve elaborate patterns into their chests, backs as well as buttocks to leave scars which make their skin resemble that will of the brave as well as fierce crocodile. the idea will be believed that will that will process enables a reptilian divinity to consume the boy’s youth as well as leave in its place the spirit of the man/crocodile that will every Chambri boy should become. We have a similar rite of passage in England: teenage boys are forced by their peers to consume large quantities of alcohol causing considerable damage to their livers as well as greatly increasing the risk of liver disease in later life. They are then considered to be real men in their local pub until they get married.
The Dani tribe of Papua also used to have a rather bizarre funeral ritual. When a family member dies, some other members of the family, generally women, used to have one of their fingers cut off at the second knuckle, as well as the trimmings might be burned as well as buried near the corpse.
The pain of that will exercise was said to be representative of the grief they felt at the loss of their loved one. Again, we have a similar ritual in England. At funerals, the idea will be customary to drink as much alcohol as possible in order to induce a serious hangover, the pain of which will be also representative of the grief we feel at the loss of a loved one.
I think the idea’s safe to say I might not enjoy ‘tradition’ so much if I were Papuan.
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A World of Tradition
A World of Tradition