Showing posts with label maihar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maihar. Show all posts

Friday, August 9, 2013

Hemadpanti: Count Me Among Believers..


With simplicity, the possibilities are endless.....
                                                                                                             -Carl von'Bailiff
In our previous post we wrote about Baba Allauddin Khan rebuilding a languishing gharana, in which context we recalled the word of guidance we had received from B. Unnikrishnan, Senior Chartered Accountant of Trivandrum. Nacheez  harboured in his bosom, a secret ambition to build a Shiva Temple, we had confided in him. Rebuild an abandoned temple, was his quiet advice. Apart from the spiritual pay-off in the form of witnessing the good you do to the 'vastu', there is the 'regulatory pay off'- the authorities don't grudge the birth of a new temple on Government lands, the ' economic pay off', you save money on land, etc.etc.etc., various other Pay Offs....wow we said, that's why Keralites are everywhere...you know...

Question is why and wherefore would YT want to build a Shiva temple at all, given the fact that  we were never identified with overtly religious tendencies. No third person including Missus has been privy to this secret ‘monumental’ longing. It positively goes against the grain of our family-wisdom. Dad, who had a phobia for temples, once accompanied Mother all the way to Badrinath, just to squat outside the precincts, not allowing even the temple’s shadow to fall over him..In the case of our brother Sheikh Shekhar (a Saudi subject now), once as an engineering student he had donated a hundred bucks to a classmate, out to build a temple, and so remorse-struck was Brother, that he called on the friend the next day, and as he could not muster the courage to demand back the sum donated, pinched a set of pliers behind his back, estimating the worth of the pliers to be honestly around the sum donated, which quelled the pangs of his conscience..

Why we would like to build a Shiva temple has to do with the simple beauty of the traditional Hemadpanti style of construction, which can be practised by the humblest folks, and the holy shraddha or devotion with which they revere Lord Shiva. Then of course, Shiva’s character is outrageously off-beat, rich with possibilities- passionate, forgiving, gullible, all-powerful…. Mind you, in our home of adoption, that is the Christian State of Meghalaya, Mahashivratri is the only Hindu-God anniversary which is a Public holiday, yessir…a non-negotiable holiday under Negotiable Instruments Act. The explanation given to votaries of Janmashtami by non else than the CM is- this is a Tribal State, and Shiva is the only Tribal Indian God, only son of the soil.
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To come back to Hemadpanti temple architecture, it is an architectural style, named after its founder, Prime Minister Pandit Hemadri, or Hemadpant from the 13th century court of Seuna Yadavas of Devgiri , that is Daulatabad near Aurangabad. The form has a sort of eternal simplicity. [1]

The simplest representative of this style would be the common temple you’ll see on the top of a hill, provided there is one, in the vicinity of any Hindu settlement. The fact that every village surrounded by hills, whatever the altitude, boasts of such a temple is a tribute to human shraddha or dedication, and human endeavour. Imagine how they would have carried uphill the huge stones and other construction material…like industrious little ants carrying grains of sugar..

The process of building a temple atop a hill would commence with the discovery by the local populace, of a sadhu or Mahatma on one of the hills. Devotees would start frequenting the Mahatma and the need would eventually arise for a temple in order to keep the weather at bay...

The simplest to build is a Shiva Hemadpanti temple.The temples structure is infact congruent with the form of the Shivalingam. Fits like a glove..

THE STRUCTURE


CLOSE APPROXIMATION TO HEMADPANTI


 Simplicity Incarnate: Just keep two parallel girders atop the pillars, make tick-tack-toes at two   places, and the framework is ready: just cover with slabs



First you erect a simple structure with a dome on pillars Then, Shiva’s faithful Nandi has to be accommodated outside the sanctorum, which dictates the creation of an elongated verandah. Thereafter, simply by extending the verandah on either side of Nandi, the required space for devotees to sit, pray, chant, or be offered protection from the elements is created.  Extensions are permitted to any extent, and often they end up as pavilions. In the sanctum sanctorum, the idol is so easy to make- it’s found in nature- that’s obviously why jyotirlinga temples abound. The only construction material required is plenty of rough stone slabs for the ceilings, and maybe a few hundred feet of stone pillars for the columns and for functioning as the criss-crossing horizontal supports for the slabs. For a few hundred years now, the function of the horizontal columns has been taken over by iron girders. 

Variants of the Hemadpanti happen when different types of extensions are created, or the kalash made more elaborate, sculptures thrown-in….depending upon the budget of the village trust…with simplicity, the possibilities are endless.

While on the subject of roofs, find it all under one roof he, he, he, in http://arvindguptatoys.com/arvindgupta/roofs-1.pdf
Dharsanam.com is a good guide so far as South temples are concerned. Here we display the mind-boggling variations of the architecture…

TEMPLE AT CHENGALPATTU, T'NADU: SIMPLEST FORM: NO DOME EVEN
BIT MORE ELABORATE: BHIMASHANKAR, M'RASHTRA
STARK HEMADPANTI: NANDI OUTSIDE
PONNERI SREE AGATHEESWARA, CHENNAI
KALARAM TEMPLE,  NASIK: DUAL GARBHAGRIHA
COPYBOOK HEMADPANTI: MAHADEV OF YEOTMAL
VIKHALE KAMALESHWAR: BEAUTY AND BRAINS
TAKALGHAT: EXPANSIVE PAVILION
ALL NEEDN'T BE H'PANTI : DUTTA OF VASAI, MUMBAI
That still leaves the end open: will we or will we not, mince ambition will be fulfilled or nyet...?

[1] Equally simple and masterful was the idea which Muhammad bin Tughlaq wove around the town in the 14th century, when he sought to relocate Delhi to Daulatabad, lock, stock, barrel and cattle, with tragic consequences...


Saturday, March 31, 2012

FOURTH COMMANDMENT ZINDABAAD


The same school bell which sounds repulsive at 7.00 in the morning sounds so sweet at 1.30 in the afternoon!

Sorry Dad, we have to relate a joke of the variety you detested, because there is no other apt illustration for what we want to say today:

School goes for a picnic on the river. Headmaster tosses off his clothes and dives in for a swim. Trapped in swift currents he cries out help. “Bachao, bachaoo..” The on looking kids just shriek in joy: “kal chutti hai, kal chutti hai…”- yeyyy…tomorrow is a holiday..!!!

Well that’s the extent school children will go to in order to maro a holiday from school. Adults too do that regularly. Before the late lamented Morarji died, each retired PM or President was coveted, not for love or labour, but for being another Holiday in Reserve. Gulzarilal Nanda posed a problem- he’d been a PM twice or thrice, but, but….You will however notice that the keenness with which a holiday was anticipated or cadged when we were school-children diminishes with age. The inescapable conclusion is that school was then hated more by us than we can imagine today. 

Why is a holiday suchchh a daaahling? Is it because we hate to work? Thus, why do we defend a holiday with grit and determination? Why do unions demand a five day week? Why are people prepared to shed their blood for a holiday? Why is Sunday such a sweet word? The answer, as we BS trainers of Chabiwala Bank would always say in response to a question which was beyond our capabilities “welllll, it is situational…contextual… depends on the particular case, ha, ha, ha !!!..” Talking about the ‘contextuality’, one recalls the anecdote where Robert Frost goes on a holiday to the Alps with a friend. “Look at that beautiful snow-capped hill shrouded in clouds etc. etc….” he gasps “..youuu…you…didn’t say a word, what …Bob, you’ld describe it better…?!” Frost says demurely, no way, I don’t talk business when I’m on a holiday sir!

In order to ‘examine the issue holistically’, as our Defence Representatives write, we google ‘Sabbath”. The barefoot encyclopedia i.e. Wikipedia, says thus:

Sabbath or ‘a sabbath’ is generally a weekly day of rest or time of worship observed in Abrahamic religions and other practices. Many viewpoints and definitions have arisen over the millennia. The term has been used to describe a similar weekly observance in any of several other traditions; the new moon; any of seven annual festivals in Judaism and some Christian traditions; any of eight annual pagan festivals (usually "sabbat"); an annual secular holiday; and a year of rest in religious or secular usage, originally every seventh year. As we know, Muslims observe the Sabbath on Friday, Jumma, so do the Jews. 

The belief, in a nut-shell is that the Lord created the Universe in seven days, and the last day according to the New Testament is Sunday, the day God finally took a day off.  It’s enshrined in the Ten Commandments thus:

4: “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord your God. In it you shall do no work: you, nor your son, nor your daughter, nor your male servant, nor your female servant, nor your cattle, nor your stranger who is within your gates. For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and hallowed it.”

Our Christian brethren of the NE take the issue quite seriously, wellll…. humourlessly, if you understand what we mean. In fact observing the Sabbath is the essence of the creed for some friends. Leave alone asking someone to do an assignment, even the thought of asking out someone is sacrilege. Strolling on our Lommawrie Street one day, missus knocked the door of Tshering, the local headman-baker, forgetting it was a Sunday. His wife was agape and aghast, and hastily we begged pardon. The apologies were accepted whole heartedly, and generous lady that she is, she gave us a loaf gratis, but strictly no commerce, haaan!

How about those who have found a calling after their hearts? A professional drummer, or a clever mathematician, or someone like Pandit Bhimsen Joshi, for instance. YF for one can’t be so joyous unless he’s two-three pegs under. 

The implication of this universal longing is that most of us have undertaken jobs we dislike, or obediently do things like going to school or to the kitchen, which everyone detests. Unless you somehow learn to be a Gandhi, content with what you have. Who the h… is forcing us to do things we detest, the length and breadth of our life?  What invisible hands? Whose conspiracy is it all? Making H… out of our living days, leaving us pining away for Heaven? I’m sure Senior, Mrs. Senior and Junior will do better. 

In the end, we embellish this rather drab blog with this gem used by our beloved sitarist to illustrate a point with: 

मख्तबे इश्क़ और मख्तबे मौसीकी का ये देखा दस्तूर,
उसे ज़िन्दगी भर छुट्टी न मिली, जिसका सबक याद हुआ……   
“This, we learn, is the custom of the School of Romantic Love, and the School of Music- he who learnt his lesson well never got a Day Off!

And here is the url of one of his most memorable performances: Jaijaiwanti by Ustad Halim Jaffar Khan, courtesy DD Bharati:


Tailpiece:

We’d like to do some research on the Maihar gharana. It is said to have originated in the 19th century. One of the magnets that drew musicians there is the Sharada Mandir. Baba Allauddin, on Saraswati Puja day would perform for the Goddess regularly, but would not enter the shrine, just be seated before the holy precincts. I am a mlechcha, he would say. Baba was the first Maihar Ustad the public knows about, Maihar’s public face. The point is, if the gharana is of such a recent origin, what accounts for the stature or the incredible depth of the Maihar artistes, like Ravi Shankar or Ali Akbar or Nikhil Banerjee, Sharan Rani...endless list, and each disciple like Himalayan Peaks..?  Is Parrikar listening, ha,ha,ha..? Going by the music, it appears to have as hoary a past as Gwalior. A ‘’virtual’ gharana? It’s like National Highway no. 2, the GT Road, which is a recent nomenclature, but is said to be the most ancient pathway of the sub-continent. Or, shall we say, the Maihar cast of today was akin to the British naturalist band consisting of Frank Smythe, who discovered the ancient Himalayan Valley of Flowers in the 1930s and Margart Legge, who studied and developed the Valley? 

We once shared our ultimate dream with Unnikrishnan, our friend and doyen of the Chartered Accountant community of Kerala- to build a beautiful little Shiva temple. Don't do that Carl he said, adopt a crumbling old tembble and do its jeernoddhara..renovate it..

Was that the philosophy behind Baba's decision to perform uddhaar of Maihar gharana at the feet of the jagrut ...living..deity....? 

VALLEY OF FLOWERS