This amusing incident is mentioned by Rev. G. A. Lefroy, the Head of the Cambridge Mission at Delhi during the 1880's, while describing part of his duties in a paper written in 1884*. Among his other responsibilities Rev. Lefroy was the marriage-registry-officer for the native congregation in Delhi. As he puts it -
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Panorama of Chunnalmal's haveli
Another panoramic image of Old Delhi. This is the historic haveli of Chunna Mal (sometimes also written as Chunnamal) in Chandni Chowk.
Seth Chunnamal was at one time perhaps the richest and the most influential Indian in Shahjahanbad. This was in the turbulent years after the revolt(mutiny) of 1857. His haveli(mansion) in the central street of Shahjahanbad is an extensive building that used to be in its heyday a cynosure of all eyes. It is still fairly well preserved, unlike many other fascinating structures in the same area that are crumbling and decaying into nothingness.Unfortunately, we in India are not strong on historical preservation.We will fight, agitate and become violent at some some perceived 'insult' to some historical personality even as the monuments that truly embody our heritage rot and disintegrate. I made a film about it called the Losing Heritage- the case of Chunnamal's haveli.
Seth Chunnamal was at one time perhaps the richest and the most influential Indian in Shahjahanbad. This was in the turbulent years after the revolt(mutiny) of 1857. His haveli(mansion) in the central street of Shahjahanbad is an extensive building that used to be in its heyday a cynosure of all eyes. It is still fairly well preserved, unlike many other fascinating structures in the same area that are crumbling and decaying into nothingness.Unfortunately, we in India are not strong on historical preservation.We will fight, agitate and become violent at some some perceived 'insult' to some historical personality even as the monuments that truly embody our heritage rot and disintegrate. I made a film about it called the Losing Heritage- the case of Chunnamal's haveli.
The historic haveli of Chunna Mal in Chandni Chowk - click for a larger image |
Delhi in panoramic photos
Starting a new feature on this blog -panoramic images of Delhi. First off the mark, the historic Gurudwara Sis Ganj and it's surroundings located in the old city of Delhi, known in Mughal times as Shahjahanabad.
It's no good posting a panorama if you don't click it to see it in it's extensive glory.So do click on the image.
Panoramic image of Gurudwara Sis Ganj -click to see larger image |
It's no good posting a panorama if you don't click it to see it in it's extensive glory.So do click on the image.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Children have all the fun
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Narayani Gupta vs. William Dalrymple on Ghalib
I posted on this interesting story -the Ghalib-Thompson incident- earlier at The Liberty Blog. Here it is again-
When I read this in Narayani Gupta's book Delhi Between Two Empires, pg 9, I knew it stank (or as we say in India, mera maatha thanka!) -
And sure enough. William Dalrymple describes the incident in greater detail in the Last Mughal, pg 129-130 -
What a difference in the two narrartives! And I don't mean the detail.
Ms.Gupta leaves an impression of Ghalib being a victim of colonial arrogance - you know, those racist, rude British that pepper our films and stories and official histories.The truth, as in the account of Dalrymple, appears just the opposite. It is Ghalib who in his aristocratic loftiness and vanity did himself much harm while Mr.Thomson(or Thomason) was politely correct and rule bound.
Mr. Thomson has long left this earth, of course but I hope that Ms.Gupta would do the departed soul justice and correct her description of the events.
When I read this in Narayani Gupta's book Delhi Between Two Empires, pg 9, I knew it stank (or as we say in India, mera maatha thanka!) -
Ghalib, like others, realized that the British had come to stay, and shrewdly thought that a qasida to the Queen would be a useful investment. But he went that far and no further. When Thomson, the provincial Secretary, treated him boorishly, Ghalib sacrificed the offer of an appointment at Delhi College, though he desperately needed a steady income to cushion him against his extravagances and his gambling debts.
Ghalib -The proud poet |
And sure enough. William Dalrymple describes the incident in greater detail in the Last Mughal, pg 129-130 -
Ghalib, like many writers before and since, suffered from the potentially combustible combination of expensive tastes, a keen sense of his own worth and insufficient financial resources to support either. Always precarious, his finances had become especially troubled after his sense of personal honour compelled him to turn down the lucrative chance to become the Persian Professor at Delhi College. Ghalib had arrived at Delhi College in his palanquin having being invited to apply for the new post. But after reaching the college gate, he refused to enter until Mr Thomason, the secretary, came and welcomed him, as he insisted his aristocratic status dictated. After a long stand-off, Mr Thomason came out personally and explained that a formal welcome was appropriate when he attended the Governor's durbar, but not in the present case, when he came as a candidate for employment.
Ghalib replied, 'I contemplated taking a government appointment in the expectation that this would bring me greater honour than I now receive, not a reduction in those already accorded to me .' The secretary replied, 'I am bound by regulations.' 'Then I hope you will excuse me,' Ghalib said, and came away.
What a difference in the two narrartives! And I don't mean the detail.
Ms.Gupta leaves an impression of Ghalib being a victim of colonial arrogance - you know, those racist, rude British that pepper our films and stories and official histories.The truth, as in the account of Dalrymple, appears just the opposite. It is Ghalib who in his aristocratic loftiness and vanity did himself much harm while Mr.Thomson(or Thomason) was politely correct and rule bound.
Mr. Thomson has long left this earth, of course but I hope that Ms.Gupta would do the departed soul justice and correct her description of the events.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Cat on Jahanara's tomb
More cats, this time on the latticed enclosure of Mughal princess Jahanara's grave, right next the dargah(shrine) of the saint Hazrat Nizamuddin Aulia (d. 1325 A.D.)
The inscription on the tomb reads as follows:
The inscription on the tomb reads as follows:
He is the Living, the Sustaining.
Let no one cover my grave except with greenery,
for this very grass suffices as a tomb cover for the poor.
The annihilated fakir Lady Jahanara,
Disciple of the lords of Chisht,
Daughter of Shah Jahan the Warrior
(may God illuminate his proof).
Interestingly there's a novel on Jahanara by John Shors-
The Life of a Mogul Princess Jahanara Begum: Daughter of Shahjahan
Unfortunately I haven't yet read it, so I cannot comment on it.
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
And speaking of winters
Speaking of winters, I posted this last year at The Liberty Blog-
Lovat Fraser writing in 1903 had this to say* of Delhi winters-
*Lovat Fraser. At Delhi. Bombay: Times of India; London:W.Thacker&Co.,
1903. pp. 55-6.
Lovat Fraser writing in 1903 had this to say* of Delhi winters-
I never dreamed of this, and I cannot stand it. I should think there is nothing in the world like the cold of Delhi. It is not that it is severe; it is the quality of it that knocks you over. Dry cold in other places is invigorating and stimulating. This is a sort of dead cold, and reduces you to a clammy corpse. It creeps in everywhere; the thickest overcoats are not proof against it. From ten in the morning to five in the afternoon I live; then the climate is delightful. But that is just the time when I want to be out seeing things; and when I start at night to write, my brain is congealed. It will not work, not will my hand hold the pen. Do you know how I wrote my last letter? My servant kept replenishing a basin of hot water on the table, and I dipped my fingers into it at the end of every sentence. How can I write decently under such conditions? And this is your coral strand! Never will I grumble at the English winter again.
*Lovat Fraser. At Delhi. Bombay: Times of India; London:W.Thacker&Co.,
1903. pp. 55-6.
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Paradise passeth
Sadly the winter passeth away. I shall miss snuggling into a rajai (quilt) with a favorite book. One of the best feelings in the world. Imitating the Mughal emperor Jahangir*, one can say -
And that paradise is in the security of the quilt. It's a whole different world in there.
*Jahangir said this about Kashmir, his favorite place.
Gar bar-ru-e-zamin ast; hamin ast, hamin ast, hamin asto!
If there is paradise anywhere on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here!
And that paradise is in the security of the quilt. It's a whole different world in there.
Mughal emperor Jahangir with a sufi saint,1618 |
*Jahangir said this about Kashmir, his favorite place.
Gymming gods
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