Showing posts with label A story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A story. Show all posts

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Burmese Women

Burmese Women
Sham S.Misri
In theory, Burmese Buddhism is purest form of religion, unchanged since it was brought to Burma by Asoka’s missionaries, and it is possible that some of the more learned monks follow “the way” indicated by Gawdama; but as a rule, the Buddhism of Burman is so lost in flood of superstition that it is rarely found on the surface. The Burmese have, however, learnt from their religion the virtues of tolerance, charitableness, kind-heartedness, and hospitality to a degree beyond most other races. Even the casual visitor to their country is impressed with their romantic character and envies their happy disposition.
As in other Buddhist countries marriage in Burma is purely secular affair. The parties agree to become man and wife and that is quite sufficient. If there is any ceremony at all, the most important observance is the eating out of the same dish, just as the Japanese drink out of the same sake cup. The wife retains her maiden name and her separate property. Divorce is equally simple and free. In the villages an application to the elders by either party procures a divorce attested in writing: the party claiming the divorce leaving the common home. Each retains the property he or she had before the marriage and half of what has been accumulated during the time they have been husband and wife. In any event, the wife takes the female children and the husband the male children. There seems to be no law against plurality of wives nor any stigma attached to having two or three wives under the same roof. In these customs the Burmese and Japanese agree, and in Burma as in Japan the family life of the peasants is open to the observation of any traveller.
Burmese women have many attractions. They are passionate and affectionate. They are cheerful, bright, clever in their own affairs and n business, sharp in making bargain, excellent house keepers, and generally faithful wives. They are seldom public prostitutes, but a girl may be brought from her parents. The negotiations are usually conducted with the mother, who is keener at driving a good bargain; and when the contact is made the girl is kept as a concubine, and does not lose caste by assenting to such an arrangement. During her concubinage she is treated as, and usually called, a  “wife,” and she frequently brings her mother and the children of previous  “marriages” to live at the house of her new  “husband.”
The costume of Burmese woman ordinarily consists of two pieces; the engyi and lungyi. The former is a loose double breasted jacket with mandarins sleeves and falls over the lungyi, which, whenever the wearer can afford it, is of thin silk and is simply a square of about five feet with ends usually sewn together so that it is put on like a petticoat and folded in over the right hip. Women usually go barefooted, but sometimes wear clogs resembling the Japanese geta, or ornamental slippers with a pointed toe-cap which holds all but the little toe. Decorated with a  certain amount of jewellery, with a scarf around her neck, a wreath of flowers in her well brushed hair, and a bunch of “Christmas orchids” falling over her right ear, the Burmese girl makes rather an effective picture; but you must be careful not to annoy her by aiming your camera at her, as she has an idea that with it you may be able to see through her clothes, a liberty which as modest and moral girl she can’t allow. The older women generally wear one or two switches or tails of false hair, and rub the face and neck over with white powder when making their toilet.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Love of Ashoka’s Queen

Love of Asoka's Queen
Sham S. Misri
In Buddhist literature there appears in the tale of the love of Asoka's queen for Kunala, son of her co-queen, Padmavati. On his refusal to accept her advances, the queen, to whom her husband, the emperor, had offered any boon she chose, asked to be allowed to assume royal power for seven days. During this time she sent officers to Taksasila and had Kunala blinded. He appeared before his father in the guise of a lute-player, was recognised, and the queen was burnt to death. The same authority refers to the tale of Sarangdhara, who rejected the advances of his stepmother, and when she complained to the king, it was ordered that his limbs should be cut off, and that he should be exposed to wild beasts, a fate from which he was saved only by a miraculous Voice from Heaven. 
Kunala  was a son of Emperor Asoka and Queen Padmavati and the likely heir to Asoka, thus the heir to the Mauryan Empire which once ruled almost all of the Indian subcontinent. After the departure of Mahendra, Ashoka's eldest son, he was supposed to be the heir to the empire, but was blinded by his step-mother, because she wanted to have erotic relations with him.
When the prince was eight years old, the king wrote (in Prakrit) to the tutors that Kunala should begin his studies. One of Ashoka's wives who wanted to secure the succession to her own son, being then present, took up the letter to read it. She secretly put a dot over the letter 'a', changed Adheeyu into Andheeyu—another word, meaning he must be blinded. Without rereading the letter, the king sealed and dispatched it. The clerk in Ujjain was so shocked by the contents of this letter that he was unable to read it aloud to the prince. Kunala, therefore, seized the letter and read the cruel sentence of his father. It is said that with the letter Kunal went to his father. This made King Ashoka angry, finding out that his wife had changed the letter, he sentenced her to death. Years later Kunala came to Ashoka's court dressed as a musician accompanied by his favourite wife Kanchanmala. When he greatly pleased the king by his music, the king wanted to reward him. At this, the musician revealed himself as prince Kunala and demanded his inheritance. Ashoka sadly objected that being blind, Kunala never could ascend the throne. Thereupon the latter said that he claimed the kingdom not for himself but for his son. "When," cried the king, "has a son been born to you?" "Samprati" (meaning "Just now") was the answer. Samprati accordingly was the name given to Kunala's son, and though a baby, he was appointed Ashoka's successor. However, when Ashoka died, Samprati was too young to rule. Therefore, Ashoka was succeeded by another, older grandson, Dasharatha. After the demise of Dasharatha, Samprati did indeed become Emperor.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunala

Saturday, December 30, 2017

King Lavana, a Magician and a Horse



Sham S. Misri
Once, a magician appears in King Lavana's court and manifests a magnificent horse. The king mounts the horse and disappears for a couple of hours. Upon his return, the king explains that he had passed a lifetime married to a tribal woman, raising children. When his tribal family died in a great famine, he was preparing to immolate himself. When he woke up, the king found himself back in his court, and realized the magician had put a spell on him (III. 104- 109).
Ref: Yoga Vashishta of Valmiki.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Magic Bread (A story)



Sham S. Misri
Long back a king in the guise of a common man once spotted a gang of criminals hatching a plot. Every member of the gang had some special power- one could put the guards to sleep, the second could open the lock of any coffer and the third could recognize a person any time after having seen him once. The disguised ruler got himself admitted to the gang on the plea that he too possessed a special power- he could save a man even from the gallows by merely shaking his beard. The king latter got them caught red handed and ordered them to be hanged. As they were being taken to the gallows, he appeared in his royal attire to ascertain their last wish. The one who specialized in recognizing people instantly grabbed the golden opportunity. He saved the lives of all the three by exposing a desire that the king should shake his beard.
The tale was narrated by the agriculture minister, Mr. Balram Jakhar, at a cabinet meeting to the then Finance Minister, Dr. Man Mohan Singh to concede a hefty 17 % increase in support of Kharif grains. After relating this story, Mr. Jakhar turned to the Finance Minister and said, “Manmohan, now shake your beard and save the farming community from doom!” And Dr. Singh readily obliged.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

THE BIRTH OF KRISHNA

THE BIRTH OF KRISHNA

Sham S. Misri

The Harivamsha tells the story of Krishna's birth into his double life:

The wicked king Kamsa heard a prophecy that the eighth child born of his cousin Devaki and her husband, Vasudeva, would kill Kamsa. He let Devaki live, on condition that Vasudeva would deliver to Kamsa every child she bore, and Kamsa killed seven infants in this way.

Vishnu placed himself in the eighth embryo, and, at his request, the goddess of sleep took the form of the goddess Kali and entered the womb of Yashoda, the wife of the cowherd Nanda.

One night Krishna was born to the princess Devaki and the goddess Kali was born to the cowherd woman Yashoda. Vasudeva carried the infant Krishna to Yashoda and brought the infant girl to Devaki. When Kamsa saw the girl, he dashed her violently to the stone floor. She went to heaven and became an eternal goddess, Kali, to whom sacrifices of animals are made, for she is fond of flesh. And Krishna grew up in the village of cowherds. When he was grown, he killed Kamsa.

Krishna's birth is doubled in yet another way, by the simultaneous birth of Sleep as Kali and the daughter of Devaki as the daughter of Yashoda. The worship of the goddess Kali, a new, specifically Hindu element injected into the basic formula, signals the beginning of a new prominence of women in the worship of Krishna, starting in the text, where Devaki, in a manner significant of Draupadi, harasses her husband, Vasudeva, and forces him to stop saying, "It is all fated," and to do something to save her baby. Indeed Bhakti texts generally challenge the more fatalistic construction of karma, believing that people's actions in their current lives can produce good or bad fortune in this life and that devotion to the gods, in particular, pays off in this lifetime as well as in the next.


Source: The Hindus an Alternative History by- Wendy Doniger"

Friday, March 13, 2015

The Story of Kalighat and Calcutta

The Story of Kalighat and Calcutta

Sham S. Misri

The story goes back more than 1000 years. At that time there were deep forests at the back of Ganges before she merged into the Bay of Bengal. There were no roads. Only renounced Sadhus moved through these jungles on their way to the confluence of the Ganges and the Sea. This sacred mythological site is one of the important place pilgrims to millions of Hindus. Bathing, especially in the Ganges and Narmada Rivers, is a ritual of purification to all Hindus.  Sometimes, the foreigner's would come and get stunned at the purifying and renewing power of bathing, or merely standing with their feet in the Ganges. 

Those days the Sadhus would move in large numbers to ensure the security from the dangerous animals of the jungle. In spite of the group protection, however, many Sadhus were lost to the jaws of tigers and crocodiles. On this occasion, small groups of Sadhus were travelling through the forest, playing musical instruments and loudly singing the Holy name of God to scare away animals and strengthen their faith in the Divine. After a long day’s walk, the group would find a place to rest . The elders took a break under a big tree while others moved out in small groups to gather fruits, water and wood for the night fire. Among the group, one Sadhu named Atmaram unknowingly moved deeper and deeper into the forest. Soon he was away from his smaller group. Atmaram was a simple but a sincere and a true devotee. He found himself alone in a place which was incredibly peaceful, at a large lake with wonderful lotus flowers. Lost in the ecstatic fragrance of the lotus, he sat to meditate and effortlessly went into trance. In deep meditation, he saw a corner of the lake become bright with light. The light assumed the form of a radiantly Divine young girl, who spoke to him, saying, and “My child! I am the Divine Mother Kali.”

In even more ancient times, during the incarnation of lord Shiva (the ‘Destroyer’ of the Hindu trinity), king Daksha, however, did not invite Durga’s husband, Lord Shiva, to attend the ceremony. Shiva being a sannyasin did not possess material wealth and Daksha did not approve of his ashen, unkept and materially dispossessed son in law. Durga was deeply insulted. She fainted in the middle of the congregation.
Shiva saw this while in meditation and instantly appeared at the Yajna site. He was furious. Lifting the body of Durga onto his shoulder, Shiva moved through the worlds in a rage with his third eye open and shooting fire, destroying everything along the way.
The other gods, afraid, Shiva would annihilate he entire universe, prayed to Lord Vishnu, the sustainer, to stop Shiva. Vishnu threw his Shudarshan disk and cut the body of Durga into pieces, stopping Shiva. Parts of Durga’s pure and chaste body fell at different places, all of which subsequently became the most powerful Shakhti temples of Divine Mother.
In Atmaram’s vision, Kali revealed that one of the toes of Durga’s right foot fell into this lake and had been preserved there ever since. Kali told Atmaram, “I want to manifest in this place as Dakshina Kali to bring all auspiciousness to the people of the world in this Kali Yuga. Right now I am in the Nilgari Mountains in the loving care of my devotee, Brahmananda. Go there and tell him about my wish to be brought here and installed as deity.”
               
                Atmaram emerged from his meditative trance remembering this divine command. Inspired by Mother’s Vision he walked to the Nilgari Mountains, where he found the great sage, Brahmananda, deep in meditation.

Atmaram told Brahmananda about Mother Kali’s instructions. The huge stone on which Brahmananda sat for meditation became a flying disc which carried him and Atmaram to the side of the lake. Thoroughly searching the corner of the lake of Atmaram’s vision, they found the Divine Mother Durga’s toe, now in stone form.
Mother Kali then came to Atmaram in another dream. She instructed him to carve the black stone on which they had flown from mountains into a new form of the Deity, hiding the toe inside it, and to worship it as Mother Kali. Brahmananda and Atmaram thus became instrumental in founding the Kali Temple and installing Mother Kali’s idol.
The small triangular island on the lake, which became the energy field of Mother Kali, came to be known as Kalighat. Ghat refers to the bank of a river. Most of the merchants who passed by that way  go to the sea stopped there to offer their respects to the Mother. Because the Mother’s temple was situated at the banks of the Ganges, it became popularly known as Kalighat.

Though no exact date or time could be said as to when this place first came to be known as Kalighat, research suggests that it was about thousand years ago, during the Pal dynasty.

Towards the end of the sixteenth century AD, during the regime of Mogul Emperor Akbar, Abul Fazal wrote Ain E Akbari referring g to the present area of Calcutta as ‘Kalikotta.’
In those days the area was only a dense jungle. The whole area was known as Kalighat- there was no separate name.
Abul Fazal, while writing ‘Kalighat’ in the Persian language, wrote it as ‘Kalikotta.’ Later, the same name uttered by the English traders took the form ‘Calcutta.‘ Hence, the name ‘Calcutta’ was derived from ‘Kalighat.’ At that time Calcutta was no more than a jungle, and Kalighat, the temple of Mother Kali, stood in the midst of a wild forest.
The English traders, who had not yet established their kingdom in India, conducted their trade in and around Kalighat. That time large number of saints, Sanyasis with long locks of matted hair would only be seen there. Their company was most enjoyable. When foreigners would come to Kalighat, they would feel at home in there.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

THE STORY OF THE PILGRIM AND THE GANGES

THE STORY OF THE PILGRIM AND THE GANGES

Sham S. Misri

There is a stunning story of the pilgrim and the Ganges which states that once there lived a stupid Brahmin. He inadvertently committed a deadly sin. His spiritual adviser told him, that his guilt could be cleansed and his sin atoned for, only by going and spending the remainder of his life bathing in the Ganges. So he handed over his goods to his son, and set out, with his pot and staff, on his pilgrim- age to the Ganges. After travelling for some days, he came to the bank of a small mountain streamlet, whose waters in the hot season were all but dry. And he said to himself: Doubtless this is the sacred Ganges. So he took up his dwelling on the banks of that stream, bathing every day in such water as he could find. And thus he remained for five years.
Then, one day there passed by that way a Pashu- pata- ascetic. (A particular follower of Shiwa).He said to the Brahman: My son, what are you doing here?
The Brahmin replied: Sir, I am performing penance, for the ending of sin, on the banks of the Ganges.
Then the ascetic said: What has this miserable puddle to do with the Ganges? And the Brahman said:
Is this, then, not the Ganges?
The ascetic laughed in his face, and said: Truly, old as I am, I did not think that there had been folly like this in the world. Wretched man, who has deluded you? The Ganges is hundreds of miles away, and does not resemble this disgraceful brook any more.
Then the Brahman said: Reverend Sir, I am much obliged to you. And taking his pot and staff, he went forward. At length he came to a broad river. And he rejoiced greatly, saying: This must be the sacred Ganges! So he settled on its bank, and remained there for five years, bathing every day in its waters. Then, one day there came by a Kapalika, (Another sect of Shiwa worshippers), who said to him: Why do you remain here, wasting precious time over a river of no account or sanctity, instead of going to the Ganges?
The Brahman was amazed, and said: And is this, then, not the Ganges?
Then, the Kapalika replied: This Ganges! Is a jackal a lion, or a Chandala* a Brahman? Sir, you are dreaming.
*The lowest of all the castes, a synonym for all that is vile and impure, like the "Jew dog" of the Middle Ages.
Then the Brahman said sorrowfully: Worthy Kapalika, I am indebted to you. For intimate was our meeting. Again taking his pot and staff, he went forward, till at length he came to the Narmada River. And thinking: Here, at last, is the sacred Ganges, he was overjoyed; and he remained on its banks for five years, bathing every day in its waters. But one day he observed on the bank near him, a pilgrim like himself, casting flowers into the river, and calling it by its name. So he went up to him and said: Sir, what is the name of this river? And the pilgrim answered: Is it possible that you do not know the holy Narmada?
Then the Brahman sighed deeply. And he said: Sir, I am enlightened by you. And he took his pot and staff, and went forward.
But he was now very old and feeble. And long penance had weakened his frame and exhausted his energies. And as he toiled on in the heat of the day over the burning earth, the sun beat on his head like the thunderbolt of Indra, and struck him with fever. Still he gathered himself together and struggled on, growing weaker and weaker day by day, till at last he could go no further, but fell down and lay dying on the ground. But collecting all his remaining strength, with a last desperate effort he dragged himself up a low hill in front of him. And lo! There before him rolled the mighty stream of the Ganges, with countless numbers of pilgrims doing penance on its banks and bathing in its stream. And in his agony he cried aloud: O Mother Ganges! Alas! Alas! I have pursued you all my life, and now I die here helpless in sight of you. So his heart broke, and he never reached its shore.
But when he got to the other world, Yama said to Chitragupta: What is there down against him? And Chitragupta said: I find against him a terrible sin. But that he has corrected and expiated by fifteen years' penance on the banks of the Ganges. Then that Brahman was amazed, and said: Lord, you are mistaken. I never reached the Ganges. And Yama smiled.
Then the Yama is just, and cannot err; and Chitragupta cannot be deceived. But what is this whole world but illusion! And just as penance performed in an improper spirit, even on
The actual banks of the Ganges would be no true penance, so that poor simple Brahman's penance, performed in the belief that he had reached the Ganges, was counted by that holy One as truly so performed. For men judge by the fallacious ' Yama is the judge of the dead, and Chitragupta his recorder, who keeps account of every man's actions.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

KABIR, HIS WIFE, AND THE SHOPKEEPER



KABIR, HIS WIFE, AND THE SHOPKEEPER

Sham S.Misri  
One day a holy man visited Kabir’s home. Kabir had no food to give to the holy man who came to his house. When Kabir’s wife saw the holy man she thought of borrowing some food from a nearby shopkeeper. When she approached the shop keeper to borrow some food he refused. On this Kabir’s wife promised the local shopkeeper that she would sleep with him that night if he gave them the food on credit. The shopkeeper obliged her by giving some food on credit. But, when she hesitated to keep her promise, Kabir carried her to the shopkeeper that night. It was a cold night as it was raining and muddy. When the shopkeeper learnt of this, he was ashamed. The shopkeeper fell at Kabir’s feet. He gave everything in his shop to the poor, and became a sadhu.  
This is also a story about the exploitation of women and the lower castes by men of the higher castes. Despite his casual attitude to his wife's loyalty in this story, Kabir often used a wife's impulse to commit force, in order to stay with her husband forever, as a positive metaphor for the worshiper who surrenders his ego to god. And he described Illusion [Maya) as a tempting and alluring woman to whom one becomes addicted and from whom one must break away. Women evidently meant several different things to him, Kabir preached in the vernacular, insisting, "Sanskrit is like water in a well; the language of the people is a flowing stream."