The festival of Raksha Bandhan is approaching. While this festival celebrates a brother's eternal vow to protect his sister and safeguard her honour, there exists a variant that extols a sister's commitment of protecting her brother. Called Bhai Dooj, it is observed a couple of days after Diwali. In my family there has been a tradition of telling stories where a sister had saved her brother's life. Given the fact that this entire exercise happens at the Puja Mandap, it is extremely hard not to laugh or smirk. You would know why:
Once upon a time, long long ago, there was a brother-sister pair. The brother was married to an evil woman who was having an affair with, wait for it, a snake. The brother, his sister, his wife and her lover the snake would henceforth be referred to as bhai, behen, bhabhi and saanp respectively during the course of this narration. This is to help you understand better what it was like hearing the story at the Puja for each Diwali of my last 16-17 years of recallable existence.
Now the bhabhi wanted to kill the bhai so that she could be with the saanp. So she plots with the saanp and asks him to bite the bhai when he goes to the fields at dawn because its dark. The lucky bhai escapes because he sees the saanp. Again the lovers plot and decide that the saanp should hide in the turban as the bhai doesnt shake the turban before wearing. Lucky bhai (un)fortunately shakes the turban and escapes again. Then the saanp decides to hide in the shoe and this time the bhai gets suspicious and kills the saanp. He brings the body to bhabhi tells her how the saanp had been trying to kill him. Bhabhi pretends to be relieved that bhai is fine but then goes and cries infinitely when alone.
Now bhabhi cuts the saanp into 7 pieces and hides one each under the bedposts, one in her cupboard, one in her earthern lamp (diya) and one in her sindoor daan. She then says to bhai, "I have a riddle. If you can solve you throw me into the fire else I throw you into the fire". Bhai is astounded but she insists and he has to reluctanly agree. Here's the riddle:
Once upon a time, long long ago, there was a brother-sister pair. The brother was married to an evil woman who was having an affair with, wait for it, a snake. The brother, his sister, his wife and her lover the snake would henceforth be referred to as bhai, behen, bhabhi and saanp respectively during the course of this narration. This is to help you understand better what it was like hearing the story at the Puja for each Diwali of my last 16-17 years of recallable existence.
Now the bhabhi wanted to kill the bhai so that she could be with the saanp. So she plots with the saanp and asks him to bite the bhai when he goes to the fields at dawn because its dark. The lucky bhai escapes because he sees the saanp. Again the lovers plot and decide that the saanp should hide in the turban as the bhai doesnt shake the turban before wearing. Lucky bhai (un)fortunately shakes the turban and escapes again. Then the saanp decides to hide in the shoe and this time the bhai gets suspicious and kills the saanp. He brings the body to bhabhi tells her how the saanp had been trying to kill him. Bhabhi pretends to be relieved that bhai is fine but then goes and cries infinitely when alone.
Now bhabhi cuts the saanp into 7 pieces and hides one each under the bedposts, one in her cupboard, one in her earthern lamp (diya) and one in her sindoor daan. She then says to bhai, "I have a riddle. If you can solve you throw me into the fire else I throw you into the fire". Bhai is astounded but she insists and he has to reluctanly agree. Here's the riddle:
Piyu more khatiya, Piyu more machiya
Piyu ka tel jale saari ratiya
Piyu sindoore lal
Piyu ka tel jale saari ratiya
Piyu sindoore lal
Stumped as he was, bhai admits defeat and requests bhabhi to allow him to visit behen one last time, especially since it was Bhai Dooj the next day. He meets her, behen does puja and all but she senses something amiss and insists on accompanying bhai back to his place. They are tired during the journey and rest under a tree where bhai falls asleep. Now this wasn't an ordinary tree, it was the meeting place of household earthern lamps or diyas. Of all the diyas assembled, there was one that was smelling a lot. On being asked by the other diyas he mentioned that his mistress kept a piece of her lover, the saanp, in him and he was smelly therefore. He also recounts everything bhabhi had tried doing to bhai, including the riddle and the ensuing punishment. For some reason (I never asked my grandmother what), behen realizes its her bhai-bhabhi being discussed. She wakes bhai and lands up at his house and says that she wants to take the riddle bhai couldn't decipher with the condition that if she fails bhabhi can kill both. Bhabhi agrees, behen pulls all 7 pieces out from their hiding places and assembles the saanp and then kills bhabhi and hence saves bhai's life.
You felt like pulling your hair at one reading, I have had several years of maintaining a straight face while the same thing was being narrated. By the way, I could really benefit if any of you knew another story for Bhai Dooj. Please.. Cant bear another Diwali with this one.
You felt like pulling your hair at one reading, I have had several years of maintaining a straight face while the same thing was being narrated. By the way, I could really benefit if any of you knew another story for Bhai Dooj. Please.. Cant bear another Diwali with this one.
Oh My God! I am so lucky none of this happened in my childhood. And you want another of such stories?
ReplyDeleteOne technical question: The constant exposure to such stories, is this why you are so weird? :P
Bhabhi aur saanp ka sambandh... Can you elaborate?
ReplyDelete@ Apurv: You could snigger while reading. I had to maintain a straight face :(. And ya I need another story cz one more Bhai Dooj with this story would want me to charm my brothers into metamorphosing into snakes at night time so that the bhabhis dont have trouble :P
ReplyDelete@ Aniket: Never had the guts to ask Nani to elaborate, though I did start wondering about the anatomical impossibility of the statement as I grew up
@aniket: LOL question.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if bhabhi had managed to kill her husband and lived on to have children with the snake, what would have they been like?
I feel every regional sect in India has this tradition of story telling during various festivals.
ReplyDeleteI'll be honest, I used long for these story telling sessions...:)
There are certain things amiss in the (modern)bong culture though. Like we do not have any ladies sangeet as a part of the marriage rituals.
I love the traditional songs that people here in MP sing, all of em are so damn hilarious! :D
I asked mom if there was ever anything like that amongst bongs too, she said there were, but they have faded away. I would say record these stories from the authentic source for your kids. :P
Btw, I have the entire collection of folktales published by National Book Trust [gifted by my maternal grand dad who mostly it bought it for himself and then passed it down to me as I own almost his entire book collection - be it english/bangla/hindi]. Lemme know next time you are in bpl, take these from me and have a ball. ;)
lol..
ReplyDeletestory telling is deep rooted in our tradition...they same old theme..victory of good over evil,light over darkness ..blah blah
this is a country of yash raj and rajshri productions where every thing has to be good at the end ...if its not good its not the end.
"picture abhi baki hai mere dost" :)
what the... !!
ReplyDeletekitne vetti hogaye ho?
on the story: pure bullshiitake. the moral might be:
(1) dont marry gals in love with snakes
(2) if u do, merrily keep shaking ur items.
(3) if u die due to a snakebite, u now know whom to blame and since u are in a crappy c-grade entertaining world, whom to haunt when u come back as ghost.
(4) dont accept riddles which inevitably end in either u or ur spouse dying by jumping in a fire.
(5) have a sister
(6) talk often with lamps, esp. those who smell odd for good measure.
:P
@ Tarun: Lol! Shall pass them on to my Grandma, I bet she'd be glad someone learnt something.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, my Mom had instructed me to put a disclaimer saying this wasn't hers but her mom's.
wow..i have been hearing this story on bhai-dooj since i was..i don't exactly remember. And we sisters used to smirk every time it was in narration by first by my late grandma and later by mom or aunts(irrespective of their reprimands cutting right between the narration)
ReplyDeleteThere are some other funny ones too... i can recount them after i pay a visit to home this diwali
:)
@neelangana: What?? How come you know of this story and I don't? Are you sure the 'bhai' of bhai-dooj you are talking of is me? Or was it that 'girls and boys to be separate during pooja' thing?
ReplyDelete@aniket: 'bhai' of bhai-dooj :O I did not mention anything as such. But anyways, of course it's you. I have been hearing the story since long (with some variation though)and yeah, it happens during our part of puja. strangely though, never got around to telling you... there are some other weird rituals too, relating to bhai(s) which I am sure you would least like to hear. :)
ReplyDelete@neelangana: Ya, have heard you abuse us. But how actually? And in the presence of all those 40+ females??
ReplyDelete@Shruti: Sorry for making your comment section a discussion board. :P
@aniket: well not those many numbers actually; but yeah, that restricted us from using our favourite gaalis :P
ReplyDelete(though we can still officially curse you to death)
@shruti: sorry shaktiman :D
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