• The sacred thread

    The sacred thread

    The sacred thread

    It’s funny how a simple cotton thread can have such great significance in one’s life.

    The sacred thread or janeu consists of three strands of pure cotton worn cross-body by upper-caste Hindu men.

    I still remember Mrs. Subramanian asking her bare-chested IIT-ian son who was home for the holidays where his sacred thread was when he wandered into the drawing room. He nonchalantly told her that there was no room to pack it in! I could see how difficult it was for her to hold back from giving him one ‘tight slap’ for his cheeky reply.

    Once upon a time, all upper-caste Hindu men were identified by the sacred thread conferred to them in a very special ceremony. While many boys still undergo this initiation, not many wear the thread, more so the educated ones, particularly the ‘men of science’ who eschew tradition.

    a rite of passage

    However, I feel there is something magical about a rite of passage. Every society has a special ceremony marking certain milestones in a person’s life, from birth to death. While these are mainly cultural celebrations, they have religious overtones making them more significant than a plain old party.

    Over this weekend, I attended one such function that was primarily meant only for high-caste Hindu boys particularly, among the Brahmins, who were called ‘twice-born’ after they earned the right to wear the sacred thread.

    The ‘janeu’ or sacred thread is given to the boy on a suitably auspicious day to mark his transition from childhood to boyhood. The three simple threads worn crossbody style from his left shoulder represent Saraswati (knowledge), Lakshmi(wealth) and Parvati(strength), the goddesses that will protect him and remove any negativity in his life. Some traditions consider the threads to represent the Hindu Trinity of Brahma, Vishnu and Maheshwar.

    The Upanayan also signified the commencement of a boy’s formal education. He left home to study with his guru in a gurukul, much like today’s children who go off to boarding school. It also compelled him to lead a life of discipline and celibacy. Before his marriage, he would undergo another ceremony where he got another three-stranded thread which enabled him to get on with the next stage of his life.

    In ancient India, even girls underwent this ceremony (also called Yagnopavit or Upanayan) but somewhere along the way, this tradition was discontinued and practised only by the boys.

    Revisiting tradition

    However, in the recent past, there have been instances of girls having their thread ceremonies too. Four decades ago, in Bihar, four girls were initiated into this tradition by Vishwanath Singh who set up a school for girls at a time when girls’ education was strictly a no-no. He wanted his girls to wear the thread because he felt that girls had an equal right to education.

    Of, late this custom has gained more currency and a few years ago, one of the girls in our family got her own sacred thread to wear in the Yagnopavit ceremony.

    Over this weekend, three little girls in our family got initiated too! It was a wonderful occasion for the whole family to meet each other with all the trappings of tradition.

    After invoking the blessings of Lord Ganesh, the day before, the actual ceremony began with a special ‘Matru Bhojan’ or meal where the child sits on his/her mother’s lap for the last time to be fed by her.

    Then the girls were led to the stage where the ceremonies actually began.

    They were a little bewildered about what was happening as the significance of the ceremony was quite lost on them. However, they gamely sat through in their finery, behind a silk screen held up by two mamas ( maternal uncles)while the priests changed prayers and mantras essential to the ceremony.

    The guests enjoyed mingling amidst the chanting, interrupting their conversation only to shower the girls with grains of rice at appropriate times. On the other side of the screen were the fathers of the girls waiting to garland the girls at the end of the ceremony when the screen was pulled away.

    And then came the best part: receiving the blessings of the elders in the form of cash gifts or big presents, and the big feast that followed.

    Hope your weekend was as fun!

    Ciao

  • Unlike everybody who greets the new year with a celebration, I greeted it with an all-nighter reading a NOVEL which combines history and romance, my favourite genre these days.

    The book’s cover depicting a dusky nude woman may mislead you into thinking the book is about dancing girls and prostitutes in the city of Palaces. Once you get past it, however, you will be captivated by a story that has unexpected twists and turns.

    Sujata Massey’s ‘City of Palaces’ is an engaging book which I read from cover to cover in ONE sitting. Something that I hadn’t done for a long while. It was a lovely feeling to stay up way after midnight reading – taking me back to my carefree college days when I could indulge in such luxuries.

    Romance in pre-independent India

    For fear of spoiling the story, I will not talk about the plot apart from the fact that the heroine or narrator has an almost chameleon-like ability to survive the curve balls thrown at her. While at some level, the storyline is predictable (no I didn’t flip through the pages to find out how it progresses) it holds your interest.

    Massey has a delightful turn of phrase and brings to life a romantic, sordid and very real pre-independence India. Her well-developed characters pop out of the pages luring you into their world be it a cyclone, a boarding school or a salon.

    Kamala, the protagonist, is strong, gutsy and fearless. Orphaned in a cyclone, she comes across people who sometimes help and sometimes don’t, but with her quick thinking, she gets out of difficult situations. Despite the injustice meted out to her she doesn’t let bitterness and resentment colour her response and carries on stoically.

    So if you are looking for an interesting read this weekend, go for ‘City of Palaces’ and find out if Kamala’s story has a happy ending.

    Ciao,

  • Goodbye 2024: Hello 2025

    At the beginning of this year my mother had a premonition that it would be the worst year of her life. Since my parents hadn’t brought in the New Year the way they normally did with friends and family, she wanted to go to a special breakfast with my dad as they had done 68 years ago to celebrate their engagement. Unfortunately, the driver didn’t show up so they had to cancel the plan. My mother saw this as a sign that everything would go amiss.

    And sure enough, it did.

    By the end of October, they had both passed away.

    Throughout the year there were plenty of downs. Little Po got Scarlett Fever, a disease almost unheard of in this part of the world. The much-awaited Modular kitchen was a nightmare with Makwana doing its best to ensure they got everything WRONG. The small household repairs turned out to be major and we were in disarray for 5 1/2 months! And this was during the period I made frequent trips to visit my parents. So it was no wonder that things didn’t go as planned.

    However, the year had its good side too. I got to spend more time with my parents in this year than I did in the past 40 years! I am grateful that I could make the frequent dashes to Pune. Little Po learnt to read music during the time he was recuperating and has consequently discovered his passion.

    Prima Donna and Anna Shetty had another year of good work and I lost a few kilos which gave me hope that my stubborn fat could be chased away.

    But the best part of the year has been the de-cluttering. I have an almost new house and a brand new kitchen with which to welcome the New Year.

    I hope things settle down. I hope I stop playing hide and seek with the things I can’t remember keeping away. And I hope the new year brings peace and happiness in the world

    Happy New Year all.

    Ciao

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