Those were the days of love, faith and compassion, when a fair mix of Shiva and Sufi culture was flourishing in Kashmir . There was much communal harmony and tolerance of different faiths prevalent allover . The Jehadi cult had not cast its vicious spell over the sociocultural fabric of Kashmir and selfi faith had not spread its monstrous tentacles there .
In those days a Kashmiri pandit widow lived in downtown area of Srinagar with her two children, being a son and a daughter, in much dilapidated tiny house having a roof made of birch bark and earthen covering with a lush green vegetation growing allover. The house was surrounded by a small compound , the door of which opened in the main street through a long and narrow muddy lane on one side . On the other side of house there were big mansions, built in luxurious style , which belonged to Muslim carpet and tapestry traders and manufacturers surrounding the area . But the doors of one of these mansions also opened through the same narrow and muddy path .
The husband of the Pandit widow, usually addressed as Babhi by her children and neighbours, had died much earlier, when the children were very young .
After the death of her husband, Babhi had suffered so much in rearing her children in utter poverty and absolute desperation . She used to spin yarn on her old spinning wheel and sell the same to weavers on paltry sums of money, which helped in family sustenance and education of her children .
Bhabi was very pious and religious woman . She would spent her leisure time in spiritual pursuits . She was very humble , helpful and friendly with her neighbourly women, who were mostly Muslim. She grew up her children in much discipline and never compromised with their education . Only after passing Matriculation her son Shankar started giving tuitions and helped in contributing towards family expenses.
Shankar was very good in studies and passed graduation with flying colours . In due course of time Shankar got a good job in central Govt. and family once again had a glimpse of prosperity . It all started with repairing of their roof which profusely leaked during rainy seasons. They had to keep many utensils on upper story floor for collecting rain water .
In the meantime daughter of the family Laxmi completed her education and both her mother and elder brother Shankar appeared to be concerned about her marriage . They arranged for the dowry of Laxmi with whatever little savings they could afford and started looking out for a suitable match . After a long perseverance and matching of Horoscopes they were able to find a match for Laxmi . The name of Boy was Autar Krishen, who was working in some Govt.Deptt. and belonged to a middle class family.
It was only after passage of some time the date of marriage arrived . Shankar had arranged for rented marquee tent in his small compound and was furnishing the same along with his friends . They had made small paper buntings and coloured the saw dust for decorating the lane . While Shankar was worried about the drizzle which was falling scarcely on the tent in the midnight , he heard loud sound of hammering of nails in the narrow lane from which Barat had to enter . He and his friends came out in the lane to witness an amazing scene . Many labourers were decorating the lane with fresh tapestry bundles known as crewl in Kashmir under the supervision of Mohd. Ibrahim, one of their neighbours . He had already decorated two big halls of his mansion with fresh Kashmiri carpets and walnut wood furniture . The mud of the path was concealed by laying red coloured coir matting on it. Everything was looking fit and fine . On seeing Shankar , Mohd Ibrahim told him that You need not to worry about expected rain tomarrow morning , I have made the full arrangements to receive the Barat in my house . Shankar could not venture to make any comment as he had hardly talked with Mohd.Ibrahim through out his life. Mohd. Ibrahim , their neighbour was a carpet manufacturer and trader having an authoritative and resourceful disposition .But he was very introvert and never indulged in loose talking . Mostly all respected him and young people hardly ventured to talk to him.
Next day in the morning Barat arrived and was received with much fanfare and gaiety . Barat was made to sit in the decorated halls of Mohd. Ibrahim despite of pleasant climate outside.
Mohd. Ibrahim himself looked after all the arrangements . The lunch was served to the guests, which was being prepared by the chefs at Shanker's house. The marriage ceremony was also solemnised there in a room already arranged for that.
At the time of parting farewell to the bride , Mohd. Ibrahim again appeared in the scene and addressed with due honour to the father of bridegroom
pointing towards bride,
" Pandit sahab, please never think she is an orphan. She is just like my own daughter . If you have any problems or complaints regarding the girl or marriage, pl don't tell anything to her mother or brother. Call me or come directly to me personally, i will look after your complaints myself.
Bridegroom's father was a very gentle person . He only thanked Ibrahim for his hospitality and assured him of looking after the bride properly at her in-laws house.
Now after the lapse of twenty years i.e.in year nineteen ninety much of the water had flown over the River Jehlum and most of it had become murkier. The traditional values cherished by the people of Kashmir through out centuries were vanishing in to thin year by the appearance of gun culture sponsored by neighbouring country Pakistan .
Mohd Ibrahim and Bhabi were lucky enough not to have witnessed the change as they already bade farewell to this mortal world . Both Shankar and Laxmi had grown up children now . Laxmi 's husband Autar Krishen was promoted as Asstt. Director in his Deptt.
A nephew of Mohd.Ibrahim, Salim had become a notorious terrorist .
Once Salim along with his accomplices, carrying a gun entered the office of Autar Krishen and killed him on point blank range for being a Hindu only. He left him in a pool of blood and perhaps with the soul of Mohd.Ibrahim bruised , unaware of latters contribution in the marriage of Autar Krishen and Laxmi .
Sunday, 13 January 2019
My Wanderings - 72. Short Story No. - 52 When the water in Jehlum turned murky
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