It is truly an amazing occurrence, that practices and rituals which really really old are still in practice. I had the same thought last week, when i had visited my village near Vellore, Tamil Nadu, India for the yearly Pongal cooking festival, also known as aadi pongal. (Please note this is different from “Pongal” festival that happens during Mid of Jan.) (The difference is during Jan Pongal we do it in our current homes, during aadi pongal we go to our ancestral temple and keep pongal there).
So coming to the reason behind this festival (aadi pongal) as quoted by my mother “Your father’s line of ancestors have been keeping it in this spot (a nondescript, small & old temple) for several generations (at least 10+), they all come here (maybe in spirit form) & see that we have been keeping the tradition alive, making their hearts overflow with joy and shower our family with blessings of all those who were here before us”.
The entire process felt ancient & the nuances of conducting the rituals were done by a local priest (not the Brahmin one) in turn instructed by old people (70+). For example we needed to heat the rice in water so that it overflows the container which holds them & the tricky part is one should not use any modern equipment (no petrol or kerosene), all done with rocks and sticks + match sticks. All this followed by sacrificing the Goat. The entire experience created a deep connection between the land and my conscious (i really dont know why, but it did).
I could only guess why such rituals are still at practice in India, it all goes to the firmness of the belief and the way next generation is initiated into this. (most of the participants were from Chennai and some from Bangalore, major/morden cities in India). I wouldn’t want this practice to end before my time is over here.