food for isht devi Jawala and for birds and for squirrel

Monday was a big day, she kept a plate of yellow rice out in the balcony…not on the roof. its an offering to a god, birds and now some squirrel too. I come from a family of fire worshipers.
Monday was the day of my family’s Isht Devi – Jawalaji of  Khrew, a place about 13 miles from Srinagar.
Here the temple dedicated to this volcanic goddess is built atop a 200 feet high hillock. I read that the kul devi cult arrived in kashmir in around 12th century with the rise of Shakti worship.
[Read more here]
I have never been to the place, but I have been told that the temple is actually in forest area and in old days big cats used to haunt the trails. I read that the last great volcanic flame, no less than two feet, was last recorded here in 1962. A six feet stone kept in the temple has turned black, facing fire all this time. It is holy.

took noon/ Pakistani rock salt

Placed, on the metal, in the space between two burnt-black burners of the Gas daan, right in the place meant for a matchbox and just next to the weeks old crisp taher myet, was a lump of took noon – the rock salt that came from Pakistan.

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An upset stomach! Why that’s no worry at all, Kid. Have some rice with zaamdod la’yiss and a piece of took noon thrown in on the side. Add la’yiss to rice, place took noon in the middle and rub it on the plate surface. Eat. Rub some more. Eat. Strike the crystal on the plate surface. Took. Took. Took. Eat

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zaar, playing cards.

Time – 12:57 AM

While the music plays, in an adjacent room, almost invisible, men play zaar – cards, they play Flaash – Flush and they play Paplu – ‘Rummy’. Money goes around. Alcohol moves around like a shy new bride. Prized. Concealed. Consumed. In moderation.

Nirjala ekadashi/ Neerzala kah

“Today is Neerzala kah,” my father shouted into the mobile handset.
At the other end, my grandfather replied, “I just had a watermelon! Ha!”

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Ekadashi, every eleventh of lunar month, is meant for fasting but on Nirjala Ekadashi or the ‘waterless’ eleventh lunar day, falling in the month of Jyestha(may-June), a day associated with Vishnu, even water is not consumed. And water is offered in charity.

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There is a rock on the top of a hillock called Haldar, over-looking the Manasbal lake towards its north-east. From underneat this rock a little water is ozing out. Every year on the Nirjala Ekadashi day a fair is held here. The pilgrims sing in chorus:

Balabhadra haldaro palah talah poni trav

(O Balabhadra Haldara (Krishna’s elder brother) allow water to flow out from this rock!)

then suddenly water flows out in a large volume from underneath of this rock which suffices for the bathing of the pilgrims assembled.

At this spot there was a stone image of cow from whose four Udders water used to come out in drops. It is said that about one hundred years ago this image was removed by Zamidars of the neighboring villages and buried somewhere under the rocky earth nearby.

Jammu, Kashmir and Ladakh by Desh Bandhu

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Cartoon is by my friend Sandeep Bhat.

Gangbal – Harmukh pilgrimage, 100 years later

Gangabal yatra to commence after 100 yrs
After a gap of nearly a century, the pilgrimage to the Harmukh-Gangbal shrine situated at an altitude of 12000 feet is all set to begin from Srinagar on Monday. A batch of over 40 Kashmiri pandits on Sunday left for the yatra to the sacred lake in Kangan belt.

– PTI (found via a ‘feel good’ news snippet in today’s Hindustan Times )

Gangabal lake, located at the feet of majestic Harmukh mountain (16832 feet, making it second highest in the valley)  is about 3.5 Kms long, half a Km. wide and more than 80 meters deep at the center. Some people believe it to be the source of Sy’endh river (not to be confused with Sindhu (Indus) River )

According to a  Zee News report:

Gangbal is situated in the hills of Harmukh range in north east of Kashmir valley, at a height of 12000 feet on the Ganderbal-Sonamarg road. Gangbal is also called Harmukut Ganga and is believed that this place is pious as Haridwar where pilgrims perform prayers and immerse ashes of the dead. The last village Wusan is about 20 kms from Srinagar.

Ramradhan is the first pilgrimage centre about 5 kms from Wusan. Then the journey begins to Yamhear which is about 6-kms away. It is a steep ladder-like path and perhaps that is why it is called Yamhear (Lord Yama’s ladder).

The route is dotted with several other lakes and temples. There is the black water lake known as Bramsaar, Sukhnag, a hot water lake, and Dukhnag where pilgrims take holy dip.

The return journey is from a different route via Narannag on the banks of a rivulet called Krenk nadi where beautiful temples are located.

Larakota* king Laltaditya Muktapida had expanded and beautified the Jyestha and Bhutesha temples at Narannag.

An annual festival will also take place at Gangbal on the occasion of Ganga ashtami, a spokesman said.

* That should be Karkota dynasty (8th century AD).

Here’s something about ‘Gangbal-Harmukh’ pilgrimage I dug up from history:

“About forty miles from Srinagar, and lying at the foot of the great peak Haramokh, is the remarkable Gangabal Lake. It is reached by a steep pull of 4000 feet from the Sind valley. By the side of the path rushes a clear, ice – cold stream. From the top of the rise are superb views precipitously down to the Wangat valley leading up from the Sind and beyond it to a jagged range of spires and pinnacles. The path then leads over rolling downs, covered in summer with ranunculus and primulas, to a chain of torquoise and ice-green lakes, above which grimly towers the massive Haramokh six thousand feet above the water, and giving birth to voluminous glistening glaciers which roll down to the water’s edge.

It is a silent, solitary, and impressive spot, and is held in some reverence by the Hindus.”

– from ‘Kashmir’  by Sir Francis Younghusband (1911)

A lot more about the belief of Kashmiri Pandits with regard to Gangbal Lake can be found in the marvelous book called “The Valley of Kashmir” (1895) written by Walter Rooper Lawrence.

“Gang Ashtmi, the eighth day of the waxing moon of Bhadron. is the day  when Hindus take the bones [astarak) of their dead to the lake beneath Haramukh and perform the sharadli service for the departed.

Bhadron/Bhadon usually means somewhere between August-September.

A few pages later, Walter Lawrence adds:

“To Ganga-Bal the Hindus resort after the death of a parent, and fling the knuckle-bones which the funeral pyre has spared into the deep waters. The road is difficult, as early snow sometimes overtakes the pilgrims, and delicate women and children often perish from exposure.”

And earlier in his chapter about ‘Reptiles’ of the valley, he writes about a curious Kashmiri belief :

“It is universally said that no poisonous snakes exist in parts of the valley from which the peak of Haramak can be seen.”

It was believed so – universally – in Kashmir.

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 Zaan’e w’ale kar zaanee yaar, Harmukh Vi’chu Deedar
Pard’e Zaal Aaz dard-e-naar, Harmukh Vi’chu Deedar

“Seeker of Truth Know the Truth, Turn to Harmukh and See
Burn the veil, today, on pain of fire, Turn to Harmukh and See”

– a line from a song by Shamas-Faqir (1843 – 1906), a Kashmiri Sufi poet whose actual name was Mohammad Siddiq Bhatt.

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To know some more about Gangbal-Harmukh  read this article by Prof. C. L. Sadhu

Why do stories connected with various Shiva pilgrimage sites in Kashmir (even Jammu) almost always have gujjars in them?

Gangbal – Harmukh has a tale known as Hurmukh’uuk Gosoni or ‘Saint of Harmukh‘.

According to the tale:
A Sadhu, for twelve long years, and in vain, to have the darshan of Lord Shiva, tried to reach the summit of the Harmukh. Then one day he saw a gujjar coming down the summit and as the gujjar  got near him, the Sadhu asked him what all did he saw up there. The gujjar told him that up-there somewhere his goat strayed , got lost (they always do) and while searching for it, up there, he saw, a man and a woman, a couple milking a cow and drinking that milk in a human skull. The kindly couple offered some milk to him too, which he of course refused to drink, but then when as couple were leaving, while departing, they rubbed some of that milk on his forehead. While the gujjar was concluding his account of the strange meeting, as his last gesture, with his forefinger, he pointed out the spot on his forehead where the couple had applied milk. Just then, the Sadhu, in a flash, eagerly and in mad joy, started to lick the gujjar’s forehead and with each lick Sadhu’s body, starting toe first, began to disappear – like someone running an eraser over it. According to the tale of  Hurmukh’uuk Gosoni or ‘Saint of Harmukh‘, the Sadhu, that hermit, got instant Nirvana and disappeared from the face of this earth and the gujjar was left rubbing his forehead in utter surprise and in some warm pain.
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Eagle

I was taught: Do not look at the eagle flying overhead, it will pluck your eyes out clean.

I was taught: A Batta is one who can steal an eagle’s egg clean from underneath the bird of prey sitting high in its nest.

Batt’e rovmut/ Pandit Lost. Again

Got off the phone. It was all this and that. Yes. No. Weather, Summer, Sun, Temperature and all. And then I heard it has happened again. Again. An old Kashmiri Pandit reported missing in Jammu. The elderly man went out in the morning and didn’t return home for lunch. Everyone is convinced old man probably lost his way. Happens all the time. It happens every odd year. Mostly in summer. It has been so since last many years.

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Deen’e Phila’safar – Man on the Bridge

Dinanath used to live at Habba Kadal. It is said, once in a while, on some mornings, a leaf or a flower – any flower, any leaf – in hand, he would walk up to the house of his botanist neighbor and ask him to check the caffeine content of the specimen. This was Dinanath’s private quest for a caffeine free tea. But, people didn’t get his private quests.

Dinanath was a professor of mathematics. Sine, Cos, Tan – that’s all he understood. But people didn’t understand him, they thought him strange. Calculus was his only love and reason. And for this people named him ‘Deen’e Phila’safar‘, Dina the Philosopher.

A happening in a morning from his life is still quite a popular anecdote among the people.

On that morning, while taking a walk on the old Habba Kadal bridge, as was his wont, contemplating – as it is said – whatever it is that great people contemplate – Dinanath stopped right in the middle of the bridge, slowly moved close to the rusty railing, and looked down deep at the cold, brown m – it was still late summer – murky waters of Jehlum. A man, just a random guy who recognized Dinanath and saw him walking to the edge of the bridge, shouted out, ‘Haya! Deen’e Phila’safara,’ and walking towards Dinanath from the opposite side of the bridge, with a movement of eye that could be mistaken for a wink, but may well have been an involuntary twitch, in a mischievous tone added, ‘are you thinking of jumping into the river?’

It was the morning of Dinanath’s beautiful proof. Dinanath remained unmoved, caustic agent seemed to have had no effect. The other man must have thought of saying something more but then in a sagely heavy voice, Dinanath replied, ‘Why should I jump off the bridge and into the river when I am already in the river!’ The other man was perplexed even if he was hearing this from the Deen’e Phila’safar himself. To this man’s astonishment , Dinanath added, ‘If we think about it, if I may point out, even you are right now down in the river’. And then, Dinanath produced his legendary ‘Man in the river’ proof. It went something like this:

If, A= B and B = C
then, A=C is always true

Similarly, if Man is on the bridge and Bridge is on the river

then,
Man is on the bridge
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Bridge is on the river

Bridge-Bridge cancel out..Now that the bridge is out of the equation, now that there is no bridge, without doubt, man is in the river.

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Image: An illustration and the view from the railing of the new Habba Kadal bridge.

Nov Sheen Mubarak: Traditional Kashmiri April Fool

I have been twice in Kashmir when the new snow has fallen. About the 10th of December the summits of the Panjal are enveloped in a thick mist and the snow usually falls before the 20th. This is the great fall which closes the passes (as already noticed) for the winter. It frequently happens that a casual fall takes place a month or three weeks earlier. This remains on the ground for three or four days, and then disappears beneath the sun’s rays. I am speaking now of its falling on the plains of Kashmir. It occasionally falls on the mountains as early as September, and the cold blasts which it produces do injury to the later rice crops.
They have a custom throughout these countries which answers in some respects to what we call making an April fool. When the new snow falls, one person will try to deceive another into holding a little in his hand; and accordingly he will present it to him (making some remark by way of a blind at the same time) concealed in a piece of cloth, on a stick, or an apple folded in the leaves of a book, or wrapped up in a letter, &c. If the person inadvertently takes what is thus presented to him, the other has a right to shew him the snow he has thus received, and to rub it in his face, or to pelt him with it, accompanied with the remark in Kashmiri, “No shin muburu”* – new snow is innocent! and to demand also a forfeit of an entertainment, or a nach, or dance, or some other boon, of the person he has deceived. The most extreme caution is, of course, used by every one upon that day. Ahmed Shah of Little Tibet, told me that some one once attempted to deceive him, by presenting him with a new gun barrel, and pretended that he wished for his opinion about it; but that he instantly detected the snow in the barrel, and had the man paraded through the neighbourhood on a donkey, with his face turned towards the tail.

– G. T. Vigne, an Englishman visited Kashmir in 1835, wrote in Travels in Kashmir, Ladak, Iskardo, the Countries Adjoining the Mountain-Course of the Indus, and the Himalaya, north of the Panjab with Map, Volume 2.
 Snow at Gulmarg, Kashmir. - April, 2006.Photograph: Gulmarg,  April 2006

I don’t know if this funny tradition was popular or if it still is popular in the valley; I haven’t heard about it from my elders.
* Shouldn’t that Kashmiri line be -” Nov Sheen Mubarak“. Yes, it should be.

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I talked to my parents and it turns out that the tradition prevailed even during their younger days.
 Nov Sheen Mubarak
One the morning of first snow, while shaking hands with someone, if you found snow in your hand, you could expect the line Nov Sheen Khoti, New Snow is On You – which meant you owned that someone a treat.

Nov Sheen, New Snow, also had a special significance for newly wed brides. If a mother-in-law played out this prank on her new daughter-in-law (and she often did), then the bride’s parents were obliged to send over gifts to their daughter’s new family.

With time, this curious practice became an ingrained tradition and during the first year of marriage, after the first snow of winter, a bride’s family was expected to send gifts to the bride’s new family.

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One fine day, a telegram was received in Srinagar.
On receiving the news of snowfall in Kashmir, a young and recently married man, who at that time happened to be posted ‘on duty’ in the distant land of Jammu, sent the following message to his in-laws in the Srinagar city:

 Nov Sheen Mubarak. Namaskar. Send Transistor.

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Gogji

Gogji. Turnip. Gonglu.

A vegetabele.
A place in Srinagar called Gogji Bagh, Turnip garden.
A pandit who left Kashmir ages ago, but misses kashmir: Gogji Batt’e.

A song to be sung like a Kashmiri singing a Punjabi or a dogri song: Asi Gonglu pakaya, tusi khaan nahi aya. hata lo lo.

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