Kandera
The Kandera are a community, partly Muslim and partly Hindu found in the state of Rajasthan in India.
History and origin
The community is historically associated with the occupation of cotton ginning. In the local language, Rajasthani, the word kani means cotton, and a kandera means someone who works with cotton. Like many groups in Rajasthan, they claim Rajput ancestry. According to their traditions, their ancestor, a Kanakpal Singh had fallout with Alauddin Khilji, the Muslim ruler of North India. He was defeated by the Sultan, and many members of his clan accepted Islam, and took up the occupation of cotton ginning.
Present circumstances
The Kandera are found mainly in Jaipur, Alwar, Bharatpur and Sawai Madhopur districts. There native dialect is Braj Bhasa. The community are divided into thirty six clans, and they practice clan exogamy. They are split evenly between Muslim and Hindu groups, and there is no intermarriage between these two groups. They are a landless community, and live by cotton ginning and making quilt and pillows.
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by: CandiriaYou suffocate all
You're dying so await your fall
You're begging like a pig for crumbs
So lick the plate clean until your lips are cold and
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Off with your own head. Change your footsteps.
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Let the dead bury the dead; your father and sons
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I am wretched skin in vain but I will not collapse
My foundations will not crumble or see decay
When the last candle burns out will you find your way?
Will you stumble? Will you regret your path; your name?
The dead bury the dead again, again, again.
Bury the dead.
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Are you dying from inside?
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The annihilation of your pride.
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