The overriding principle of ‘experiencing
everything at least once’ made most of us watch a bull fight. How, one can
visit Spain and not witness a bull fight was the thought, foremost in my mind.
None of us really knew how a bull fight would unfold. Our scanty knowledge was
from novels, movies and hearsay. My respect for the bovines had increased
manifold since the time I saw a National Geographic clip of an African buffalo taking
on the mighty lion.
I come from a land, where bulls and
cows are revered and worshiped My childhood days were spent in the playing
fields of ‘Bugle Rock’ in Basavanagudi (meaning Temple of the Bull) Bangalore.
Adjoining the play field is located the famous Bull Temple of Bangalore. In fact
the road is named the ‘Bull Temple Road’. Many evenings were spent visiting the
temple and praying.
Figure
1
– The Bull
The huge idol of Nandi (Bull) stands
approximately 15 feet tall and 20 feet in width. This idol is said to have been
carved out of a single rock. It was installed in 1537 by Kempegowda the
First, the founder of Bangalore and a feudatory ruler under the
Vijayanagar Empire. The Nandi is the vehicle of Lord Shiva.
It is also very common to find a
decorated bull and its handler parading on the streets of Bangalore. The appearance
of the bull is seen as a good omen.
Figure 2 – Decorated bull doing the rounds with its handlers
My only other association with the
term ‘Bull’ having reference to the restaurant ‘The Bull and Bush’ in http://samundarbaba.blogspot.in/2010/09/person-perception.html
and the bar ‘Cock and Bull’ in http://samundarbaba.blogspot.in/2012/11/we-went-to-sakleshpur.html
Incidentally bullfighting
was banned in the Spanish
autonomous community of Catalonia
by a vote of the Catalan Parliament in July 2010. The ban
came into effect on 1st January 2012. The last bullfight in the
region took place in Barcelona in September 2011.
Figure 3 - Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas
I went to watch a bull fight in the ‘Plaza
de Toros de Las Ventas’ a famous bullring in Madrid. "Las Ventas" is divided into a ring or arena
and a group of zones called "patios". The arena has a diameter of 60
meters. The seating capacity is divided into 10 "tendidos" (group of
27 rows around the arena), some of them in the shade and the rest in the sun. It
has a capacity of 23,000 spectators.
Figure 4 - Toreros statue outside Las Ventas bullring, Madrid,
Spain
Figure 5 - Antonio Bienvenida a very famous Spanish
bullfighter
Figure 6 – The arena
Figure 7 – Waiting in somewhat tremulous
anticipation
Spectators arrive in hoards to watch
the bull fight. The whole place gets filled up with fans eagerly waiting to see
the action - girls, boys, children, old people, make up the scene. Food and
drinks are freely available to add to the spectacle. As time progresses the
crowd becomes restless and starts cheering. The mood inside is charged and
electric. Finally the bugles sound the commencement .The Picadors enter the
scene with aplomb and are received with thunderous applause. For the crowd
there is no going back – the action has commenced. The crowd enter into a
trance – a make believe world reflecting the virtues of human power over
animals. It’s not about survival - hunting in the jungle to kill, eat and stay
alive. We are not in the Paleolithic age, when man competed with animals to
rule the earth. This crowd is now in the year 2013 AD in modern Spain, waiting
to satisfy its meanest instincts – to maim, wound, draw blood and kill.
Figure 8 - Picadors enter the scene
The Picadors along with various henchmen
enter the arena with fanfare. As in a military parade, they go around the arena
waving and saluting. The crowd explodes in approval. Then a man holds a placard
proudly proclaiming the details of the bull – mainly its weight.
Figure 9 – 460 Kg bull
The most anticipated event of the
day happens. All of a sudden, the bull appears in the arena. The animal is
totally confused and bewildered not knowing what to do and where to go. It is
in a strange and unfriendly environment. I later learnt that the bull has been severely
handicapped during the last two days, with the primary aim of making it weak, disoriented
and submissive. Only a sick mind can do this. The bull has already been maimed
with a short spear marking the spot for further mutilation. Bull fighting has
been glorified over centuries as a contest between a wild and uncontrollable beast
and a brave Matador. The junior Matador commences his serious business of
tiring the animal. The bull runs around the arena aimlessly, tiring itself in
the bargain. The brave Picadors safely seated on horseback, wait for an opportune
moment to drive a javelin-like spear into the bull’s back. The horse is
protected by a metal blanket as the bull stops to gorge. The Picador bravely
inserts the spear into the bull and it starts to wriggle free from pain. The
Picador is relentless in his pursuit and with single minded devotion continues
to stab and gorge the bull. The bull charges in anger and our heroic men take
shelter behind a steel wall. The crowd applauds and shows their marked
appreciation by waving out white handkerchiefs. As the bull bleeds, the chief
matador enters the act, teasing and further wounding the animal with the Banderillas
a sharp, harpoon-like barbed instrument. These are plunged into the bull’s body
repeatedly. Five to six Banderillas are pierced with surgical precision as the
bull staggers and groans in pain. During all this acts of bravery the Matador
is helped by Picadors and a number of assistants. The bull has no chance and is
cornered. In a final act of subhuman cowardice the Matador plunges a knife into
the tired and helpless bull. The bugle blares, heralding the end of a gruesome display
of a one sided ugly sport. The bull never had a chance from the very beginning.
A medieval sport without any meaning continues to thrive in modern Spain –
encouraged by the locals and tourists. I understand a top Matador is paid up to
350,000 Euros for every fight and he does four in a year. As the defenseless
and maimed bull falls, he attacks it once again to seal the killing. The worst
happens thereafter. The dead bull is unceremoniously dragged by horses out of
the arena as the crowds boo and jeer him. Now at peace for the first time, the
bull departs the arena after twenty minutes of the most atrocious and unfair treatment
by so called civilized men.
The barbaric show is over. We cannot
take it any longer. We decide to call it quits and skip the next three fights. We
slowly troop out, with heads hanging in shame, guilt and a deep sense of remorse.
Never again! Some are bound to say ‘Why the first time itself?
Figure 10 - All of a sudden, the bull appears
in the arena
Figure 11 - The junior Matador commences his
serious business of tiring the animal
Figure 12 - The brave Picador safely seated
on horseback waits for an opportune moment to drive the javelin like spear into
the bull’s back
Figure 13 - The bull charges in anger and our
heroic men take shelter behind a steel wall
Figure 14 - As the bull bleeds the chief
matador enters the act
Figure 15 - Five to six Banderillas are pierced
with surgical precision
Figure 16 - Matador is helped by Picadors and
a number of assistants
Figure 17 - Matador plunges a knife into the
tired and helpless bull.
Figure 18 - Defenseless and maimed, the bull
falls, he attacks it once again to seal the killing
Figure 19 - The dead bull is unceremoniously dragged
out
On our return to the hotel Jayanti
wrote a poem to get the horrid spectacle out of her system.
With a flurry of
tradition
The toreadors and
other horsemen
Walk into the
ring
Flourish their
capes
Arrogant and sure
Excitement fills
the air
Anticipation
fills the lungs
I enter
Look around,
I do not know why
I’m here
They have pierced
me
and sent me in
My blood boils,
I scent danger
They tease and
arouse my worst
instincts
I charge wildly
this way and that
A dance of death-
Dodging me, they
wound me
Again and again
Wildly helpless, bloodied
and still strong
I charge
The rider on
horse back
uses his three
headed spear
The Toreador
makes his move
Alas! I can take
no more
I die as the thundering
sound of applause fills the air
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