Speeding through the back street of Kochi in our rickshaw just as the sun is setting, we turn the corner on to the street a few blocks from our hotel, first we hear the Horns and the drums, then we see three Elephants, adorned in Golden headpieces that cover half their trunk, 4 men ride each as the music blasts, the pace is frantic, the streets are filled and yet the traffic keeps rushing past. They move past the houses where people wait outside with offerings. The elephants seem docile, they are unquestionably majestic and look beautiful but I can’t help feeling uneasy about their role in this celebration. The evening rain comes with the thunder and lightning and we retreat. Later I hear the drums from my room. I take my camera and find a small backstreet leading to the temple. Young boys and older men have Hindi idols on their heads, they spin around as fast as they can to the deafening trumpets and drummers. Everyone is happy, the musicians want me to photograph them and put on a show for the camera. I watch as the main shine arrives at the temple, covered in gorgeous smelling flowers and burning incense. The music fades and the celbrations disperse.