Nadan Panthu Kali (1980s)

(21/08/2021)

Yesterday, mum told us about a game she played in Onam when she was little. She says she told us about it before when we were younger, but I don't remember.

When mum was a little girl, people in her village would play a game called Nadan Panthu Kali.

This is how she described the rules:

  • There are two teams of about 5 players — a throwing team and a catching team.
  • Each round, one person from the throwing team would step up to a pole that is stuck into the ground.
  • On the first throw, the thrower has to, throw the ball in the air, clap his hands once and hit the ball. On the second, they have to do the same, but this time clap twice. On the third, clap three times. On the fourth, they have to hit their butt cheek instead of clapping. And on the final, they have to throw the ball up from under a leg.
    • If they hit the ball past the catchers and out of the court, they win and can go onto the next round. If the catchers catch the ball or hit it behind the pole, then the thrower is out.
    • The catchers can only touch the ball once and if the ball goes out of the side of the court then the catchers get to throw the ball at the pole to strike the thrower out.
  • The teams switch around once everyone in the throwing team has had a turn.


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