tamasha

We had fine clothes, and feasting, and drum-beating, and fireworks let off in our village. It was a grand tamasha!

I went to a Tamasha, as the Indian troops call these affairs, one fine Sunday afternoon in May. A broad plateau in the middle of the fields had been selected for the sports, and when I arrived an enormous crowd, as picturesque as any I have ever seen, was thronging round the ropes.