Sunday, October 7, 2012

TONGAS IN SRINAGAR CITY IN OLDEN DAYS

                                         

                               
                                                                      
                                                 ( A Tonga in Amira Kadal srinagar in 1960 )
                                                                            
                                                          ( Tonga Adda  in Srinagar )
                                                                         

                                                     ( A Tonga Adda in srinagar city  1950 )


 

TONGAS   HAVE  VANISHED FROM  OUR CITIES...

While moving through  interior  roads in Srinagar city, a Tongawalla would always keep crying in chaste Kashmiri :-

“Hey raaz baayee, buch saa ”

“Hey bobu ji, buch saa ”

“Hey shooshaa…. , hey Jigraa…. lobh Khuss ”

“Hey khwaajaa saeb,  hatai benee ,  hataa bee zar chhuyee .”

“O! Redda,hey cycle, hosha hosh ha sa , bacho bacho ”

 

“You queen like women, save yourself ”

“You Pandit Ji, save yourself ”

“ My lungs like dear pedestrian, my liver like dear traveller, move aside ”

“You Khwaja Sahib, you sister, you woman! Are you hard of hearing ?”

“ You Reddi man, you man with a bicycle, take care, save yourself ”

These words were often heard when we walked through the winding roads of  Srinagar city that were always busy with Tonga traffic.  Tonga happened to be the major source of transport in Kashmir. Tongas would take you to Anantnag from Srinagar city and vice versa. You could go to Baramulla or Sopore. You could have a full Tonga for the individual ride. You had to hire a full Tonga to catch the morning bus to Jammu from any area in Srinagar city. And for that, you had to fix up with the Tongawalla one day earlier. Sometime the Tongawalla would remind a prospective  Jammu traveller like this:-

" Kyaa mahraa prasthaan ma chhuva kaddun. Saath chha pagaah . "

" Pandit Ji, do You want to hand over some belonging as Prasthaan? Is tomorrow an auspicious day for the journey. "

And if the Journey day was not auspicious, a pair of socks or a shirt to be put on the journey day was promptly handed over to the Tongawalla. Kashmiri Pandits consulted a Jantri or Almanac to look for a suitable and auspicious day for their journey in different directions.

Before the motor vehicles started plying on Jhelum Valley Road linking Kashmir with Rawalpindi, Tongas would be there to carry passengers on this long and arduous journey. However, Tongas on Jhelum Valley Road and later Banihal Cart Road would ply from May to October only.

In Srinagar city, we saw Tongas plying on all major routes. One could go to Chattabal, Zainakadal, Barzulla, Rainawari, Dargah, Pampore, Batmaloo, Nowhatta, Safa Kadal, Ali Kadal as also to adjoining areas like Ganderbal, Budgam, Pattan, Harwan, Pampore and many more places close to Srinagar city in a Tonga. Many elders have informed me that special horses would be brought to Srinagar from Peshawar while some elegant Tongas would come from Lahore. I have also been informed that Pathans would ply Tongas in Srinagar city before locals entered this profession.

I have also travelled extensively in Tongas from Rainawari to Habba Kadal ( Braikujan ) or from Lal Chowk to Zaina Kadal. I always preferred to occupy the front seat. You had a double advantage on this seat. One; you enjoyed the gossip of the Tongawalla. Two; you were privy to the whistles or the words that the Tongawalla used to communicate with the horse and force the animal to gallop. Sometimes, the horse indulged in some frightening activities like bucking forelegs up in the air and making violent noise. And at that moment, the passengers, especially sitting on the front seat felt terrified. Some travellers would jump down from Tonga in fright. At that moment, the Tongawalla would always start reassuring the passengers that all was okay and there was no need to panic.

" Beh sa. Yi chhu karaan Hodd."

"Sit! Sit! This animal is playing tricks."

Some times when the horse would be under full control, The Tongawalla would sing a Kashmiri or Hindi film song. He would also light up a cigarette and start gossiping with the passenger on the front seat.

I disliked travelling on the back seat. You had to bend your body while sitting on the back seat. That gave a little discomfort. You could keep anything under the Tonga seats but it had also to be held by hand as it usually slipped and came near the footrest of the back seat. Lash was always used to make the animal gallop. I vividly remember the galloping near Sathu Bar Bar Shah or Near Gawa Kadal ( Badiyaar Bala ) by Rainawari and Habba Kadal Tongas respectively. Should the animal refuse to gallop, the Tongawalla would cry:-

“KYAA GOYEE . BASTAA WAALAAI ”

“What has happened to you? I shall skin you off ” 

Some times some elderly persons sitting on the Tonga would take pity and request the Tongawalla to stop lashing the poor animal. The Tongawalla would say:-

“ Pandit Ji Ye chhu vaen Chaal Baazi Karaan . Baa Tchhenunn Kaenithh ”

“Pandit Ji, this animal is playing tricks with me. I shall now sell it .”

Sometimes the lash known as Kamachaa or Chhanta locally would be taken away by the policeman. The Tongawalla would dig out a 25 paisa coin from his pocket to be handed over tactfully to the policeman for the release of the lash. There used to be many shops in the city dealing in Tonga parts. Some would do repair work. Many shops would present a painful scene with a horse standing and the iron shoe being nailed to its foot. Some Tongas had bells. Some Tongas had evening lights as well. Then one day suddenly it was decided to give small buses to Tongawallas. They were allocated a stand near the Telegraph office. This Adda was known as Tongawalla Bus Adda. Those who were used to a lash now used their hands to steer wheels. The Tongawalla buses had about 24 seats.

The nearby *KMDA bus drivers would look down upon Tongawalla Adda drivers calling them Kamachaa drivers. There used to be many skirmishes between the two driver groups.

The Tonga Adda of Surrateng in Rainawari had a smart and young Tongawalla Mohd Yusuf by name. Yusuf had many friends among Kashmiri Pandit boys of Rainawari with whom he would go to see Hollywood movies. A great fan of Omar Sharif, Dilip Kumar, Raj Kumar and Rajindra Kumar, Yusuf was also nicknamed as “Yusuf Angrez “ by some people from Rainawari. Sitting on his Tonga was a pleasure. He would entertain his passengers with Bollywood film stories. Apart from that, he would also sing old film songs of Mohammad Rafi. Yusuf did not indulge in animal beating to force the horse to gallop. At Bar Bar Shah slope, he would get down from the Tonga and help the animal to go up the slope slowly. In 2009, I came to know that Yusuf had died in some accident. So unfortunate. I still remember his smiling and friendly face.

Shri G H Mir Lasjan has informed me this:-

"In Amirakadal, where we have hotel Lala Rukh presently, there was pomegranate orchard with wooden fencing around it. It had a gate on its western end. On the northern side, inside this orchard was a huge tank made of Devri stone filled with water. This orchard served as the main Tonga Adda of Lal Chowk. Tongas carrying passengers coming from various places would come for parking in this Adda after the passengers got down outside the gate. The Tongawallas would take their tired and thirsty horses to the stone tank for getting the animals refreshed and ready for the next trip. Just outside the Tonga stand gate, on both sides were tea sellers who used to have a Kashmiri Samovar(copper) containing Noon Chai and a basket full of Kashmiri bread. These people( known as CHAYA or CHAYAS ) would charge one Aana (coin) for a cup of tea with Kashmiri bread."

Tonga has almost vanished from our cities. In the countryside, it is being knocked out by matadors and other automobiles. Tonga Addas in our cities have become shopping arcades. No scope to ride a full Tonga. Not possible to see a galloping Tonga horse on Dal Lake Boulevard anymore. Tonga is no more shown in films either in song sequences or otherwise. We have failed to protect it as heritage.

Now that Tongas have practically vanished from Srinagar city, one can still enjoy the Tonga journey should one visit Baramulla, Sopore, Anantnag or any other town in the valley where these continue to ply with a worn-out glory of the past.

In Europe and the US, horse carriages have heritage value. Decorated horse carriages are extensively put to use in the tourist industry. I saw a permanent Tonga or Horse Carriage stand outside 5th Avenue entrance of Central Park in Upper Manhattan. I spoke to some Tongawallas (Angrez) who were smartly dressed.                           

" We carry tourists inside the park and show them various spots of interest. We need to remain well informed about everything inside. "                               

The horse carriage is a luxury in the US. Not all tourists can afford.$ 120 for a 45 minutes ride. A 45minute flight ticket to Boston from New York costs you around $70. These carriage owners also communicate with the animal through whistles and typical words like:-

" No, No Buddy, No......",

" Hip Hip "

" Not that, Not that" And many more.

At any place in the US, I didn't see the animal being beaten by a whip and made to gallop or move as desired. On Broadway street, I saw a Bank advertisement on a horse carriage. I also came to know that some " Animal Rights Group " is agitating and pressing the government to ban on the use of horse carriages in New York.


                                                                      
                                         ( A Horsecart on Broadway Street ..Photo Avtar Mota )
                                                                              
    ( A Tonga stand outside Central Park, Manhattan, New York. Photo .. Avtar Mota )

           ( A Tonga inside Central Park, Manhattan, New York. Photo .. Avtar Mota )

I conclude this post with a couplet of Urdu poet Firaq Gorakhpuri:

 

Sunatey hain ishq naam ke guzarein hain ikk buzurg

Hum log bhi faqeer issi silsilay ke hain....""

( Firaq Gorakhpuri )

(There once lived, we hear, a revered elder:" Love ",

We too have descended from the same Saintly Clan…..)

 

( Avtar Mota )

 

PS

*KMDA stands for Kashmir Motor Drivers Association. This transport company operates the largest fleet of buses in the Kashmir.



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SLOPING ROOFS OF KASHMIR









SLOPING ROOFS OF KASHMIR 
PHOTO  Autar Mota        

In Kashmir , one finds galvanized iron sheets used commonly for roofing . They are used in a manner to give the roof adequate slopes from all sides Possibly that makes rain water and more specifically the snow to slip during winters. Prior to this, kashmiris would spread Wooden Planks on Deodaar poles over which they would put a birch paper cover . Mud layer of a uniform thickness of about 3 to 4 inches would then be spread over these Birch sheets to make water proof roofs for houses in Kashmir .These roofs were locally called BURZ- PUSH. These roofs had  vegetation as well . Even yemberzal ( nargis ) would be seen on these birch roofs in spring time . But then the house owner had a lurking fear of the roof collapse due to load created by accumulation of snow in winter . That made him to come to roof top from an opening called WOABB (in kashmiri ) to remove the excess snow using sticks , poles or a  Belcha. A special group of labourers were also moving about after each snow fall for this specific task on payment . They were called Sheen Mohniev . They would go up and start clearing entire snow from the roof top with special tools crying “HOSH- HOSH, BACHO -BACHO ” lest the falling snow injure some one  below. The below photograph shall make you understand what a birch  paper roof  ( BURZ PUSH ) looks like .This is actually a photograph of Madin e  of Hawal  srinagar  .

 Another type of roofing known as SINGALI- PUSH in kashmiri would also be there in olden days . In fact many government buildings had this roofing which essentially consisted of  small Wooden pieces nailed  on Wooden Planks.These roofs required sharper slopes  to enable snow to slip down.
 Now we have little  rains and insignificant  snow fall in Kashmir for these sloping roofs. These roof look to the sky and cry :-

 “ALLAH    MEGH    DE , PAANI    DE ”
  "Lord   bring  Clouds  and Bring Rains "

( Autar Mota )
7th  October. 2012,  Sunday ..Time 10.45 PM … Good Night
                                                                                 

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WONDERS FROM KASHMIR WILLOW








                                                                            

WONDERS FROM KASHMIR WILLOW
PHOTO  .AUTAR MOTA

Anyone  who  has lived in Kashmir can never  be ignorant about the Willow wicker work. Even those who visit this place as tourists ,    get attracted to the well-designed  willow wicker products sold in the city  markets.

 kangris ( firepots ) , Baskets , Chairs , tables ,Boxes , Packing cases , Lamp shades and charmingly quaint objects are made from willow wicker in Kashmir . These goods have abundant domestic and International market. In Srinagar  city, I found that the exquisite variety is readily available at some shops in Hazarat Bal . Perhaps this area is a hub  for manufacture and trade of  willow wicker objects having decorative or practical utility .  Shaak-saaz or the willow wicker gatherer and Kaaneul or the weaver are two key persons in this activity. Wicker is abundantly available from willow tress in Kashmir  . Once cut from tree , this wicker is soaked in water  to make it soft . It is necessary to peel off the skin and apply a coat of varnish to the finished product  to give it shine  and enhance its  useful life . In Hot and dry climate , the objects need to be sprayed with water  so that these do not turn brittle and break.

This activity is not confined to city only . infact some excellent willow kangris and baskets are  brought to  srinagar city  from places like  Tsraar , Anantnaag , Traal , Bijbehara , Pattan and  Qazigund  .Permit me to end this post with lines from a Gazal of urdu poet Jaun Elia

Jo guzaari na ja saki hum se
hum ne woh zindagi guzaari hai

Uss se kahiyo kay dil ki galion mein
Raat din teri intezaari hai.

Bin tumhaare kabhi nahin  Aayee
kyaa meri neend bhi tumhari hai

khush rahey tu ke zindagi apni
Umr bhar ki ummeed waari hai

Hijr ho ya Visaal ho kuchh ho
hum hain aur us ki yaadgaari hai
( Jaun Elia  )   

 ( Autar Mota )        
Sunday October 7, 2012 Time 10.35 PM  … Good Night                                             
                                                                              

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Saturday, October 6, 2012

A GHOST VILLAGE CALLED HALL ..










                                      
                                             

                             
Haal is a village on Pulwama Shopian road in Kashmir. A journalist friend had told me in Srinagar that the pain and suffering of Kashmir is also visible in this village. On my visit to Aharbal water fall near Shopian in 2010 , l stopped at this village for about half an hour. I visited the village again in July 2012 when I had to visit shopian and Aharbal.

A cluster of houses on right side of the road ( when you return from Shopian to Srinagar) attracts your attention. Houses well built . Beautiful structures . Elegant Dubbs .Sloping roofs of galvanized tin . Buildings that make you pensive. The houses convey stories . Possibly well off people who left suddenly. I found timber , rotting paddy stock , broken furniture and about three feet tall grass inside some of these tell-tale structures . Houses that gave comfort to generations are in pain and neglect. Ghost village . Dogs pour in and out frequently from these houses. Doors and windows have opened themselves to a free embrace of seasons , sunshine and winds. Carefree but agonized . You pity these structures but rush to move out of this ghost locality and look the other way.

" Janaab kyaa chuvv dadavanas darshun karaan . Yim gayi saen zakham. Khoda karienakh raechh yeti yim pandit bayee chhaa. Yim aeiss sari reit ta Nek insaan .. "

"Sir what are you looking for ?These are our wounds .God protect these Pandit brothers wherever they are . Honest and good people lived in these structures ." , said Abdul Gaffar a shopkeeper who met me on the road near the temple .

To these views  I add lines from a Gazal of Urdu poet Jaun Elia ….

Hum to jaisay yahaan ke thhay hi nahin.
dhuup the saayabaan ke thhay hi nahin.
Raaste kaaravaan ke saath rahay,
Marhale kaaravaan ke thhay hi nahin.
Uss gali ne ye sun ke sabr kiyaa ,
jaane vaale yahaan ke thhay hi nahin.
Ho Teri Khaak-e-Aastaan Pe salaam,
Hum tere aastaan ke thhay hi nahin.

In 1990, the Pandits living in these houses had to leave suddenly due to terrorist threats . They left in panic and fright o save their lives and honour.


(Avtar Mota )


 
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

WHO IS CHOMAN HARDI ?


                                                                                       
A friend introduced me to the world of CHOMAN HARDI and KAJAL AHMED both Kurdish poets . Though both are brilliant , Choman Hardi ( Born 1974 ) impressed me more . She is a poet , painter and a superb translator.
Born in Iraqi Kurdistan just before her family fled to Iran, Her father Ahmed Hardi was also a noted Kurdish poet. In 1993, Hardi was granted refugee status in England where she went on to study Psychology and Philosophy and completed doctoral research at the University of Kent in Canterbury on the mental health of Kurdish women refugees. She lives in England . Her poems chart lives of displacement , repression and the subjugation of women, family love, flight and survival.


About her poetry noted Hungarian Scholar and poet George Szrites says

“ Choman Hardi’s poems tell of tragedy, war, persecution and dispersal, but are far more than simple summoning of facts. The grace and rhythm of the telling – the singing of it – moves the poems beyond reportage. There is a kind of tranquility and civilization in the voice which heals as it weeps: the tears are not those of self-pity but those of ageless lamentations, caught freshly here, formed into fresh shapes. Pity there is, but the poetry is not in the pity: the pity is in the poetry ”
Two poems of this brilliant poetess that have become my Favourite are as under ..


1

(At the border, 1979)
“It is your last check-in point in this country!”
We grabbed a drink-
soon everything would taste different.
The land under our feet continued
divided by a thick iron chain.
My sister put her leg across it.
“Look over here,” she said to us,
“my right leg is in this country
and my left leg in the other”.
The border guards told her off.
My mother informed me: We are going home.
She said that the roads are much cleaner.
the landscape is more beautiful
and people are much kinder.
Dozens of families waited in the rain.
“I can inhale home,” somebody said.
Now our mothers were crying. I was five years old
standing by the check-in point
comparing both sides of the border.
The autumn soil continued on the other side
with the same colour, the same texture.
It rained on both sides of the chain.
We waited while our papers were checked,
our faces thoroughly inspected.
Then the chain was removed to let us through.
A man bent down and kissed his muddy homeland.
The same chain of mountains encompassed all of us.

(Choman Hardy )

Poetry of memory and exile: Choman Hardi

2
(My children )
I can hear them talking,
my children,
fluent English and broken Kurdish.
And whenever I disagree with them,
they will comfort each other by saying:
“Don’t worry about mum, she’s Kurdish.”
Will I be the foreigner in my own home?
( Choman Hardi )

And like her poetry , her paintings too are beautiful .

                                   ( ABOVE :A PAINTING BY DR CHOMAN HARDI )

And her father ! Oh Yes The Great Ahmed Hardi. Dr Choman Hardi’s father, Ahmed Hardi was also a renowned Kurdish Poet .
                                                             
( Ahmed Hardi 1922-2006 )


Ahmed Hardi (1922-2006) was born into a family of intellectuals in the City of Sulemani. His name is Ahmad, the son of Hassan Bag Hardi. Ahmed taught and lectured... at the University of Sulemani and later in Salahadin. Modern Kurdish poetry has been significantly influenced by Hardi . He possessed a deep knowledge of Kurdish, Arabic, and Persian literature, particularly classical literature.Hardi produced beautiful poetry through carefully chosen and original words and phrases. His talent for weaving internal melodies into his poetry has led to many of his poems being turned into songs.I find his spoem Lonely secrets very close to Kashmiri Poems and sensibilities . The poem is sadness truthfully redifined . The poem goes as under


LONELY SECRETS

A life of harsh sorrows has killed the butterfly of my desire,
Spilling the wine in the love-glass of my youth
The mist of the bleak days has become so dark,
The love scenes of my heart were cloaked in despair
Lonely nights have smothered the flame of my hope-candle,
The hopeless-hands have strangled the euphoria of my innermost melodies,
And now, exposing the wounds
Of my distressed emotions
I wonder in the mazes of my soul’s wilderness
In the dark nights of my loneliness, I retrace my steps blindly
There is no hand that can rescue me from this abandoned grave
There is no beauty to lend her soft heart for my stressed head
Or to release my exhaustion on her warm lap
My weak eyes gaze bewildered into the dark nights
There are no two vivid eyes to illuminate my avenues
Except for sad wings
And scary nights
There is no light
There is no a single princess who pushes me her desire
Her secrets revives my dying and crumpled talent
Her laughter removes the gloomy fog on my eyes
Keep me content in a way crying baby comfort
Yes, when I listen except for my distressed heart
Which quietly reveals my deep hidden mysteries
There is no sound
Anywhere around
Neither beating of wings nor sighing of breath……..

( Ahmed Hardi Transalated - By Dr Rebwar Fatah from Sorani Kurdish )

So Long so Much...
(Autar Mota )
Tuesday 2nd October 2012 ... Time 11.35 PM ... Good Night



                                                                           
                                                                                                              

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PARI MAHAL GARDEN OF KASHMIR


                                                               










PHOTOGRAPHS OF PAR MAHAL GARDEN SRINAGAR
(By Autar Mota ..)

Perched in the lap of ZABARWAN hills lies Pari Mahal or the Palace of Fairies. It was a Budhist Monastery when DARA SHIKOH the eldest son of SHAHJAHAN ( Who built TAJ MAHAL ) converted it into a Astrological and astronomical observatory ( in 1650 ) for his sufi Teacher MULLA SHAH Badakhashi .DARA SHILKOH also made a part of this observatory into a library with rare collection of books. Dara Shikoh was beheaded by his own brother Aurangzeb in 1659 . Dara shikoh built a beautiful garden on Jhelum Banks in Bijbihara . This garden is well maintained and resembles Shalimar Garden in terms of its layout and fountain display. Pari Mahal is again a Terraced garden with 6 terraces .The garden had water tank at top and with an extensive network of channels for Fountains . Extensive tree plantation has been done on this hill by Forest department . One can have a commanding view of entire DAL lake, Hazrat Bal Shrine , Maqdoom Sahib Shrine , Kral Sangri Mountain, Royal Springs Golf Course , Char Chinar , Zeashta Devi Temple Complex and Chashme Shahi Area from this Garden. Frisking is done by CRPF jawans outside the main gate . Entry is free.While going up from Chashme Shahi garden ,. Pari Mahal has undergone extensive facelift and the complex is also illuminated at night. It is a treat to watch these ruins from a distance especially from Srinagar city. Enjoy some seasons at Pari Mahal  Garden of kashmir. I end this mini post with lines from a Gazal of Parveen Shakir ...

Taaza Mohhabaton ka Nasha Jismon Jaan Mein Hai
Phir Mausame Bahar Meire Gulsitaan Mein Hai
Ek Khwaab Hai ki Baare dighar Dekhtein Hain Hum
Ek Aashana si Roshni Saare Makaan Mein Hai."

(Parveen Shakir )

( Autar Mota )
 Tuesday  2nd October2012 ... Time 12.30 AM  Good Night ..

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