Mata Hinglaj Bhawani

September has been a hectic month for me both professionally as well as personally. I had a busy professional travel calendar during the first half of the month followed by a couple of off days to attend younger cousin brother’s wedding. Time passes rather quickly – I distinctly remember us growing up as cousins, he used to stay on the second floor whilst we were (and continue to stay) on the ground floor and the many enjoyable birthdays that we have celebrated together. Even though our meetings are now rather infrequent; however I do fondly remember the time spent together. 

All the ceremonies were carried out as per traditional Sindhi rituals. The Panchayat Brahmin (Maharaj/Priest) diligently carried out all the rituals alternating between speaking Sindhi and Hindi so that the younger generation could understand the significance of various rituals being conducted. I have grown up seeing Maharaj as the Panchayat Brahmin; he is usually present at all official panchayat ceremonies as well as is often called upon to conduct wedding as funeral services at the request of fellow members. My family has known Maharaj for the last many decades (as have a number of other families in the neighbourhood ), him and my father were classmates at Sindhi School in New Rajinder Nagar and my uncle vividly remembers how Maharaj’s father, who was also a practicing Priest, was called upon to conduct the rituals at the death of my great grandfather (“Kaka”) in late 60’s.  

Among the various rituals conducted, the one that I found quite informative was the “Janeu” (Sacred Thread) ceremony which was conducted a day before the actual wedding. During the various mantras that Maharaj Ji chanted, there was one which made reference to “Jhulelal Sai” as being our “Kuldevta” (Clan God) and “Hinglaj (Bhawani) Mata” as our (Sindhis) “Kuldevi”. Maharaj Ji then told us about Hinglaj Mata temple in Hinglaj, a town on the Makran coast in the Lasbela district of Balochistan, Pakistan. The temple is a Shakti Peeth i.e. a significant shrine.  The shrine is revered by both Hindu and Muslims with Muslims referring to it as “Nani Mandir” (Maternal Grandmother Temple).

Whilst I had heard about “Hinglaj Mata” earlier during one of the you-tube videos of Swami Bhagat Prakash of “Satnaam Sakhi” sect which has a substantive following in the Sindhi community; however I was not aware about her being our “Kuldevi”. I am told (not sure though) that it is one of the few sects wherein the Sect leader is always a Sindhi. My maternal family has followed the sect for the last many decades

Maharaj Ji patiently explained that originally our Kuldevta and Devi have been Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati. Hinglaj Mata is a form of Goddess Durga/Godess Parvati. Post the ceremony, Maharaj Ji and I discussed how Jhulelal Sai had become a unifying force for the Hindu Sindhi community in India post partition thanks to the likes of (Late) Dada Ram Panjwani, (Late) Smt. Bhagwant Nawani  and others who have played a key role in spreading his reach to the common household. It was wonderful to interact with Maharaj Ji and to know a little more about the community. I pray to almighty for his long life.

I end with this wonderful video of Saeen Saif Samejo and Bhagat Bhooro Lal singing “Daastan-e-Moomal Rano) on Coke Studio Pakistan. Moomal/Rano is a legendary Sindhi folk story similar to Heer/Ranjha (Punjabi Folklore). Saeen Saif has done a wonderful job in bringing together an extremely talented group of musicians to create an impressive music score which is further enhanced by his melodious singing. Bhagat Bhooro Lal’s rustic voice further adds to the overall feel of the song. Don’t forget to click on Subtitle icon in the lower end of the frame for English translation of the lines. I hope you enjoy watching this as much as I did

 

https://youtu.be/Ou7qlUM6cb8

Jiye Sindhiyat!

Vo Ladki Hai Kahan!

This year’s trip to London was memorable for many reasons. For starters, unlike the previous time, the weather for most days was supportive. Those who have travelled to London will agree that the weather there is as unpredictable as our cricket team these days! My meetings went well and the client appeared appreciative of our efforts. I now hope we are able to deliver a solution to their expectations.During the trip, my boss and I met an old colleague and her husband for dinner. We have known her for many years now; she and I having started our careers together in 2010 as Trainee(s) in the same firm that I am currently employed with. She relocated to London somewhere around 2013 and currently stays there with her husband.

We met on a Friday evening and decided to go to a nearby Chinese Restaurant – Ping Pong Dim Sum at St. Katherine’s Dock for dinner.  It is a casual dining restaurant that serves a variety of Chinese dishes (apart from Dim Sums) and some innovative cocktails. Being a Friday evening, the place was bustling with people and inspite of not having a reservation we still were able to get a table fairly quickly. Just as we were getting started, we saw another Indian family walking in. There was a mid-aged gentleman, a beautiful lady (looked like his wife) and four young girls: two of them seemed as if they were in high school and the other two looked like in their twenties. They were an extremely good looking family; one that immediately reminded me of the attractive faces one often gets to see in the chic Sindhian magazine. One of the elder girls in particular (who was sitting opposite me at some distance) wearing an off-shoulder top looked splendid.

 As the evening progressed, the topic that all of us came back to every now and then was my wedding. It almost seemed to be a million dollar question that the other three wanted to know about. I find it amazing that as soon as you touch the magical “30” years mark how closely your identity gets linked to your marital status!. In order to wriggle out of the situation I jokingly said that if I could, I would happily marry the chic babe wearing the off-shoulder top. We all laughed and my boss (knowing my love for Sindhis) even commented that if left to me, I would also wish that she turns out to be Sindhi as well! (Well, I have to confess he is right; no harm in wishing!). The remainder of the meal was uneventful where we were busy with general chit-chat. We decided to have desserts and coffee at the next door Café Rouge as the couple wanted to have Tiramisu. We sat out,  under a heater at Café ,as the weather was quite pleasant with a slight chill in the air. (Very much like Delhi without the pollution in Mid-November). Each time the conversation veered towards my marriage, i mentioned about the family and my interest in beautiful daughter which meant we reached a dead end in no time. 

While we were having our deserts, the “family” stepped out of the restaurant and walked in our direction passing us. As soon as they passed us, my friend got up and started walking towards them. I did sense that she was up-to something but wasn’t sure what. She wasn’t in our sight when she was walking towards them (as they had reached some distance) so we were not aware about what was going on. After a couple of minutes, she started walking towards us with the “family”. As soon as she reached us, she calmly looked at me and said – Dear Milind, please meet uncle, aunty and their lovely daughters. They are here to attend (Pointing towards the stylish daughter) her college function and are fellow Sindhis from Mumbai. Her mother (the beautiful aunty who resembled a prominent Page 3 Mumbaikar) smiled and said hello as did her husband. The chic girl couldn’t stop giggling and the father looked at me and politely said “she is too young to get married” and then they started walking away. 

The entire chain of events seemed quite surreal  including my friend’s guts to walk up-to a stranger and present a matrimonial proposal on my behalf as well  (It reaffirms my belief that women  usually can get away with most things (hahaha!). The four of then sat down and continued with our desserts and coffee. I did ask my friend about the family’s details but she said she spoke more about me than find out about them and doesn’t remember her family name which she thought was fairly complicated but did end with an “-ani”. 

Oh!, what a wonderful dreamy sequence of events it was! I wish my friend remembered their names as well as it would have helped me find out more about them (hahahah!). On a hopeful note, they do know my name, just in case! 

As my mother says “Maalik dise pe tho” (God is watching). 

Hiranandani, may be? :)

I end with this wonderful link to Saeen Mithu Tahir’s wonderful rendition of a contemporary version of “Pere Pavandi Saan”. Don’t forget to click on Subtitle icon in the lower end of the frame for English translation of the lines.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCP8uv9v0yI

Jai Jhulelal!