(With officers of Assam and J&K at Kamakshya temple)
The
officers of Jammu and Kasmir had already reached by the time we arrived at Kamakshya
temple. The officers of Commercial Tax Department of Assam, in cooperation with
the temple management had made special arrangement for our easy darshan of
the Goddess. One servitor of the Goddess escorted us to the sanctum sanctorum.
To
reach the Goddess in the sanctum sanctorum one has to climb down eight or ten
stairs. The cone shaped room was dark except a lamp near the Goddess. One woman
officer from J & K said, “Why the room is so dark?” P.K.Bhat, also an
officer from J & K, standing in the queue replied, “Darkness has mystery
and mystery attracts the devotees.”
( With P K Bhat)
The
stairs leading to the Goddess have been divided by a steel fence. For
discipline and easy darshan, devotees have to climb down on the
left of the fence and after darshan, climb up on the right to come
out of the temple. We stood in a queue on the left. One Minister from one of the
States participating in the GST Council meeting reached with his assistants.
The police looked at the queue on the left, and he ushered the Minister and his
cohorts on the right. After their darshan the police also
escorted them back on the right side of the fence. We had to keep standing till
the Minister and his cronies left the precincts.
I was a bit annoyed for breaking of
the rules and discipline, and for the VIP treatment given to the Minister. But
the next moment I thought we had also been given VIP treatment. Had we come to
visit like ordinary devotees, we would have taken at least four-five hours for
the darshan. But we finished
the darshan within half an hour. Why should we have any grudge
against the Minister, a VVIP?
II
The
full name of Rupa was Ester Rupa Sahu Jyrowa. I asked, “Rupa Sahu seems to be an
Odia name, Ester is Christian and Jyrowa seems to have some connection with a
tribe. How can you have such a name?”
Rupa
said, “My grandfather was an Odia, my grandmother was Assamese. My mother is
from Meghalaya. My name contains all of them. We are Christian.”
I
asked, “Your husband?”
She
said, “He is a Hindu."
Rupa
is talkative. We were returning from Kamakshya temple
on the zigzag road of the hills. From the hills, the city of Guwahati looked
like a postcard painting. I asked, “Yours was a love marriage?”
She
said, “Yes."
I
asked, “Didn’t your husband’s parents object?”
Rupa
said, “When we knew each other and our friendship grew, my would be husband
told, if his parents would approve we would proceed further, and marry. One day
he invited me for tea to his house. On the first meeting itself, his father
agreed and then we married.”
“What
does your father in law do?” I asked.
“He
is a member of the RSS, now a leader of the BJP.” She replied
(With Rupa Sahu)
Normally
the members of RSS were staunch believers of Hinduism, believed to be
conservative and Hindu fundamentalists. But her father in law was broad minded,
perhaps impact of the liberal cultural tradition of Assam. Rupa said, “Sir, you
are a Hindu, I am Christian and our driver, Rehman is a Muslim. This is real
India.”
I
added, “You are truly a representative of our pluralistic Indian tradition.”
III
After
a hard labour of the day when the tea planter reached the club in the evening
and said, “Koi hai”, the club boy
served the saheb drinks. “Koi
hai” had been synonymous with serving drinks in the club culture of the tea
planters; and the clubs of the tea planters were called koi hai clubs.
In
the eighteenth and nineteenth century, the Britishers imported tea from China
and exported cotton and opium. But they had to pay more for tea. To compensate
trade deficit they had to export opium four times more. Later, China put
restrictions on import of opium. As a result, there was a war between Chinese
and Britishers, called the opium war. To meet the demands of tea, during this
period, the Britishers started tea plantation on the Brahmaputra valley.
The
British planters set up clubs for their recreation. They were playing polo,
cricket, and also having drinks in the club to relax. The British ladies came
to the club well-attired and played with the gentlemen. These clubs became
second homes for the British planters and administrators.
Misa
club is around one hundred and fifty kms from Guwahati on the way to Kaziranga.
This club was established in 1888. Mainly the British tea planters and district
administrators were members of the club. American soldiers had camped in this
club for a few months during World War II.
(With Rajeev Chaudhury)
I
left Guwahati for Kaziranga at 8.30 in the morning and reached Misa club at
eleven. We had our brunch in the club. I met Rajeev Choudhury, an officer from
Haryana. In course of conversation I learnt he was a student of Kurukshetra
University where I had done my M.Phil. He
was happy to know we had same alma mater. He invited me to Kurukhsetra and told
he would make all arrangements for my stay and conveyance to move and revisit
the places in and around the holy and historic city.
IV
In
the Kaziranga sanctuary we were fortunate to have come across a few rhinos,
deer and wild buffaloes. When we were returning in the forest road by an open
jeep, our guide said, “A tiger had just crossed the road two minutes ago. It
must be somewhere here. It may come out any time. Let’s us wait, we may see
it.”
We
waited. The guide cautioned, “Don’t talk, and don’t make noise. Tiger will not
come out if there is any noise.” The three-four year old daughter of my
co-passenger of the jeep put her fingers on her lips to indicate me not to open
my mouth.
The
sun was readying itself to take rest behind the hills. The golden rays of the
setting sun on the tree leaves and water of the channel in the jungle created a
kind of magic beauty. The tiger perhaps had come to drink in the channel and
having heard the sound of the jeep, had hidden amidst the elephant grass grown
in two sides of the channel. I watched the green hills, the setting sun and its
glowing rays on the elephant grass.
The
guide said, “One will be fortunate to see a tiger in the forest. It does not
happen for everybody.”
I
asked, “Won’t the tiger attack the man?"
He
said, “As we fear the tiger, so also the tiger fears the man. To my knowledge,
the tiger has never injured a person in this sanctuary. If tiger’s belly is
full, it does not take pains to prey.”
( Vivek Kumar, an officer from UP with his wife on Elephant Safari in Kaziranga)
To
see the tiger in the jungle was not in our fate. The sun disappeared behind the
hills, darkness engulfed the jungle and we had to return without further
waiting to meet the tiger.
V
Assam
government had arranged dinner and cultural programme for the delegates on a
patch of sand on the heart of the river Brahmaputra. I had heard about the
vastness of the Brahmaputra. We went to the place where dinner was arranged by
motor boat. In the dark night, under the starlit sky, the boat sailed making a
gorgeous sound on the water. The song of Brahmaputra of Bhupen Hazarika, heard
long time back, reverberated in my mind:
Mahabahu Brahmaputra mahamilanara
tirtha
Kata juga dhari aise prakashi
samanwayara artha
I
felt like the song beating my heart. Bhupen was no more; I thought someone
would sing
Bhupen Hazarika’s song of Brahmaputra.
( Neelakain, a magazine on culture and literature had published my travelogue of Assam in its March-April issue, 2018).
In
the cultural programme, Kalpna Potwari, the famed folk singer of Assam sang
Bhupen Hazarika’s song of the Ganga instead of the song of the Brahmaputra:
Bistar he apaar, praja dono paar
Kare hahakaar nisabda sada
O Ganga tum, O baheti ho kyon
The
delegates of all the States of India listened with rapt attention the song of
the Ganga sung by Kalpana Potwari in her sweet melodious voice on the vast
heart of Brahmaputra,.
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