Wood Movers 1950s. |
Sand Movers. March 2013 From my father’s camera. |
in bits and pieces
Wood Movers 1950s. |
Sand Movers. March 2013 From my father’s camera. |
Bumzu cave Temple, Bhawan 1902 |
“The following day was spent in exploring the Bawan caves and the massive temple ruins of Martand.
The first cave I entered with much inward trepidation lest our touchwood torches should go out or loose stones be showered on us from the roof. We were shown the recess where a devotee of old lived his strange life and left his bones. A few yards beyond this further progress, except by crawling, was stopped by a recent fall of stones, and so we sought the entrance and made our way to the last and largest cave, which contains what is, perhaps, the very earliest Kashmiri temple. The porch has been cut out of the solid rock, and thence a gloomy passage leads to a flight of steps ascending to the little temple itself. A climb up the hill bought us to the plateau where the grand ruins of Martand stand sentinel, as they have done through countless ages. “
~ Photograph and text: ‘A walking tour in Kashmir by Miss. A.V. Stewart. Nursing sister in the Indian Army.’ For ‘World Wide Magazine. Volume 10. 1902.
Bhawan [Mattan] by V. C. Prinsep. 1877. From ‘Imperial India; an artist’s journals’ (1879) |
“The modern Martand, or Bawan, is over the edge of the plateau at another source of the Jhelum, which, having escaped the eye of the garden-making Jehanghire, has been turned by the pious Hindoo through two sacred tanks, and is now a holy shrine. The tanks are full of fish, a kind of tench, I should think, which it is the duty of the pilgrim to keep well fed with baked Indian corn. It is delightful to see the shoals of these dark green fish in the brilliant azure of the water. I made a sketch of the place from one corner, where squats each day an aged and very holy man, before whom the pilgrims come in flocks to prostrate themselves till their foreheads touch the ground. Unlike most holy men, this one is clean, and is moreover a very superior person, for seeing me surrounded and inconvenienced by fakirs, he sent his own servant to clear them away. I painted him into my sketch as an acknowledgement, and when I had finished made my lowest salaam. The old gentleman, being probably absorbed in a contemplation of the Deity, did not respond; or are piety and good manners incompatible?”
Kashmiri ‘Rag’ Paper Maker “The pulp is mixed with water and placed on a framed porous screen. The water drains away leaving the paper which is then pressed and dried. This method of paper-making was also used in Europe until the end of the 18th century, when machines for making continuous rolls of paper were introduced. Wood pulp and cellulose have largely been used in paper manufacture since the 19th century, but plant fibres and rags are also still used, as well as recycled paper.” |
Paper Factory |
Make Paper |
Check entire set of photographs of the process at: scienceandsociety.co.uk]
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To Kshemendra,
You were funny. How come no one tried to kill you for it?
To Kalhana,
You will be surprised to know how often Kashmiris were bought with money. And did you ever talk to common folks on the street? You should have read Marx first.
To Lal Ded,
Winters must have been tough for you. But then, you do sound like a warm person.
To Rupa Bhawani,
You know they say something similar happened to Kabir’s body. And a few others. What’s with the flower act?
To Arinimaal,
Sad Kashmiri wives with stupid husbands always made good poets. Much before you, there was one Vikatanitamba too (Bad Mandal in Kashmiri for you. Hideous Butt). But unlike you she wrote really naughty poems. You know they say you never existed. Just a figment of imagination. If it is a consolation, no one has even heard about your husband’s highbrow persian poetry.
To Habba Khatoon,
This is a personal question. Now, I read Chaks were Shias. I know you loved him and everyone loves you…but did anyone ever question your religious beliefs. And let me tell you where he was while you were wandering around singing songs about him. He was in Bihar holding the Mughal flag. It’s sad. Write a poem about that.
P.S. Did you know about Kshemendra’s wandering heroine Kankali? She was quite a heartbreaker.
To Ghani,
To Parmanand,
I appreciate the sentiment but you do know what happens to sugar when you add it to milk. It dissolves and disappears. It seems they took it too literally. I am out of the great solvation equation.
To Abul Ahad Azad,
I know poets, especially Kashmiri poets always had a thing for seven veil dance with words, but you could have been a bit more clear about your views on religion. With all this polarization, it’s tough to fit you in. And not a lot of people now take your name. Only ‘Azad’ with an ‘i’. Mahjoor with his birds and the bees is more comforting.
To Nadim,
Lo! Another revolution. Stop singing.
To Master ji,
In the last days, from your window, did you see Tawi or Jhelum? What are your views about antidepressant pills?
To Mahav,
Did people give you wet ones on your dirty mouth?
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Kashmiri women sitar players. 1962. Photograph by M.Zikmund – J.Hanzelka. |
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Continuation from previous post related to Kashmiri songs by Chicago based band Lamajamal. This particular song stood out from the album.
The authentic Kashmiri version by Raaj Begum and Naseem Akhtar. The poet is Mirza Ghulam Hassan Beg Aarif, a scientist who wrote poetry. The ghazal was particularly popular on Radio Kashmir in 60s and 70s.
Lyrics shared by Abid Mohmood Shafiee (Thanks to Pickee Kaul for getting him to share it over at the Facebook page of this blog)
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Rum gayem sheehshass
begour govaa baane meoun
Sakiyaa, waiyieth rateyaa jaanaan meoun
Aaminee khaasen, thaevoemas mas barieth
Maetch be tas path, ye Aamni mastaani meoun
Sakiyaa, waiyeth rateyaa jaanaan meoun
Zev kaleyem , az kautin kadenum shaahas
Maetch be tas path, tasspatii mastaan meoun
Sakiyaa, waiyeeth rateyaa jaanaan meoun,
Ulfattche tal waahi kadneum, yaari aaem
Chaesmanan manz kusii wanies afsaane meoun
Sakiyaa, waiyeeth rateyaa jaanaan meoun,
Rum gayem sheehshass
Begour govaa baane meoun
Sakiyaa, waiyieth rateyaa jaanaan meon
Young Kashmiri Pandits singing it in Delhi!
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Photograph taken in front of the Assembly Hall at Jammu. I can’t identify anybody nor can surmise any date |
Group photograph taken on a farewell function or retirement of an official of Jammu & Kashmir Government probably round about 1908. Please note two Europeans in the chairs. I can identify only one person in the last row on the extreme left – Munshi Amarchand, who retired from service in 1926. |
A picture taken in 1920s From L to R. in chairs B.N.Munshi, Prof Sarwanand Thussu and standing in the center unidentified. |