A gentleman dressed in a suit has clambered up the platform next to this stately statue. The garlanded statue is resplendent in military regalia and a billowing robe. The gentleman lights up a cigarette and holds – yes, it is unbelievable but true – the lighted cigarette to the mouth of the statue. The statue seems to inhale and then lets out a puff of smoke. Few more puffs and the cigarette is gingerly placed in the fingers of the statue’s hanging right hand. I am witnessing another chapter being written in the book of incredibly astounding India.
I am in Jodhpur on the last leg of my solo Great Thar Desert Road Trip through the state of Rajasthan. The plan is to go see the Mandore Gardens and then to devote the second half to the ultimate fort of Mehrangarh.
Musahib-i-Ala of Jodhpur State, Lieutenant-General His Highness Maharajadhiraja Maharaja Shri Sir Pratap Singh Sahib Bahadur (1845-1922), Kacheri Bhawan, Jodhpur, Rajasthan |
It is early morning and I stop at a gate with a great red edifice rising just beyond. Jodhpur has everything built of red sandstone, just like Jaisalmer is entirely built of yellow sandstone. There is a smattering of wooden kiosks christened with names of lawyers indicating that I have entered court premises.
It is early morning and I stop at a gate with a great red edifice rising just beyond. Jodhpur has everything built of red sandstone, just like Jaisalmer is entirely built of yellow sandstone. There is a smattering of wooden kiosks christened with names of lawyers indicating that I have entered court premises.
Kacheri Bhawan, Jodhpur, Rajasthan |
The
elegant and magnificent edifice just beyond, with the tricolour fluttering on
top, reels me in. The building with a
royal demeanour looks like a palace. The grand porch in the centre is crowned
with imposing chattris (pavilions) and a dome.
The Smoking Statue - Incredible India |
I
arrive at the porch. Wait a minute – am I really seeing this? India often
throws surprises but this is something so outlandish that my sleepy eyes pop
out. I watch the scene bewildered, rooted to the spot even as few locals on
their morning walk, pause, bow their heads in reverence and amble away; as if
it is another normal morning ritual.
After
the smoking session, the gentleman offers flowers at the feet of the garlanded
statue, lights up a bundle of incense sticks and then murmurs a prayer
worshipping the statue. A fire on the pedestal completes the picture of a deity
you would normally see in a temple.
Maharaja Sir Pratap Singh, Idar, Gujarat |
Shri Sumer Singhji Sahib Bahadur, Maharaja of Jodhpur (left) with Sir Pratap Singhji, Maharaja of Idar and Regent of Jodhpur |
I
find my voice finally. It seems I am committing blasphemy asking these
questions. In between the rituals, the gentleman provides some answers. This is
Mr. Sampat who has been offering cigarettes and worshipping the statue twice
daily for the past twenty years. Why these rituals and this worship and there are
no clear answers. It is apparent that the man carved in stone is a revered
personality and his actions are worthy of worship.
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I have found out in the past few days that the royalty in Rajasthan is held in high esteem; revered and worshipped like Gods. At the Bada Bagh royal cenotaphs in Jaisalmer, I had seen Maharawal Girdhar Singh being worshipped by the resident woman priest with a constant stream of devotees paying obeisance. In a country where we worship millions of Gods, an assortment of plants and animals, and cricketers; we still keep looking to add to the list.
I have found out in the past few days that the royalty in Rajasthan is held in high esteem; revered and worshipped like Gods. At the Bada Bagh royal cenotaphs in Jaisalmer, I had seen Maharawal Girdhar Singh being worshipped by the resident woman priest with a constant stream of devotees paying obeisance. In a country where we worship millions of Gods, an assortment of plants and animals, and cricketers; we still keep looking to add to the list.
Today,
I am standing in the porch of the Kacheri Bhawan, currently housing Rajasthan’s
High Court, which was built in 1897 during the regency of Musahib-i-Ala of
Jodhpur State, Lieutenant-General
His Highness Maharajadhiraja Maharaja Shri Sir Pratap Singh Sahib Bahadur
(1845-1922) whose statue is still holding the burning cigarette.
Sir Pratap Bahadur was a career British Indian army officer and the third son of Maharaja of Jodhpur. Sir Pratap was also the Maharaja of princely state of Idar, in present day Gujarat, which was once part of Rajputana before independence. The Maharajadhiraja, an embodiment of a Rajput Prince, served four rulers of Jodhpur as Chief Minister and Regent. He raised and trained an elite Cavalry Regiment popularly known as Jodhpur Lancers. Later he abdicated his Idar throne in favour of his adopted son and nephew. It is quite apparent that the handsome soldier-prince’s life is a story of magnanimous service and sacrifice.
Maharaja Gaj Singh II of Jodhpur wearing the Jodhpur breeches |
A favourite of Queen Victoria, he threatened to protest at the doorsteps of the Viceroy if he was not permitted to serve in the war, eventually getting decorated extensively in the battle fields of Afghanistan, China, France, Flanders and Palestine. Even at the ripe age of seventy years, true to his martial traditions of loyalty, he insisted on serving the Empire in the Great War by leading his cavalry unit armed with only swords and lances in the Middle East; in the process covering his regiment with glory. He led India’s first polo team to compete abroad and made Jodhpur breeches, the special riding trousers, popular across the world. At home he continued to provide unstinting support and guidance to the Jodhpur state as Chief Adviser and Regent.
The best known and most popular Indian of his
day who had ballads dedicated to him, the battle-hardened swashbuckling warrior,
now wants to reminisce about his colourful and fulfilling life in his golden
years. The man who worships him daily understands that. There is no better way for
the grand old man of Indian Polo than to deeply fill the lungs with the silken acrid
smoke to puff it out and watch the swirling smoke create a collage of past wonder
years.
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