Thursday, September 19, 2013



 

(Tale of Gugga Chattri or Kashatriya dates back a millennium. He was a Rajput hero

of Rajasthan whose saga is still alive and well amongst the Rajput community

in the various hamlets of Kangra including Pirsaluhi.)

 


Likeness of Gugga Chattari at Pirsaluhi (HP)

 

When Naani arrived next time, there was a huge excitement amongst the children. They were eager to hear a story or two from her hence were looking forward to her visit.

As she entered the porch, all the kids mobbed her saying, "Naani, Naani Naani ….. which story are you going to tell us today?"

To this, the Naani replied, "I am coming after visiting the Gugga Chattari's shrine hence I am going to relate that story to you". The whole courtyard was full with excitement although everybody knew where Gugga Chattri's shrine was but did not know the story behind it. The kids began to wait for the nightfall so that they could hear this new story.

 At nightfall, Naani began to relate the story:

Gugga Chattari - Then

 "The Rajputs of this area worship their venerated religious leader and mighty warrior, Gugga Chohan (Kashatriya - Chattri) as their patron saint and hold a festival to honour his memory on the 9th day of Bhadon month (August end)".

 "This warrior had a very mystic past. One has to go with the word of mouth stories, which have descended thru the centuries. Hence there are many versions of the same. They all relate to one Gugga Chohan, a contemporary of Prithvi Raj Chohan of Ajmer (including Delhi), who fought Mahmud Ghori at the two battles of Tarraian in 1191 & 1192 AD.  Other accounts date, Gugga Chohan's existence back by about a hundred years when Mahmud of Ghazni devastated north India with 17 invasions from 997 - 1030 AD. Gugga Chohan fought many battles against him with his 36 sons and countless other relatives and lost the battles."

"Children" said Naani, "your neighbour Numbardars (popularly called Lumbars) are his descendants hence hold him holy and venerate his likeness in his memory. The above shrine and similar one elsewhere had been erected at many places including one next door to you. At the shrines, he is always with his mount - the blue horse, Guru Gorakhnath and his companion/mother".

She continued, "I have no idea when this local shrine, so close to your homes, was consecrated. It probably was here when your ancestors moved into this area. One of the conditions of land grant was that this "Sathapna"- shrine of Gugga be not disturbed. It has stayed like this ever since. This Gugga shrine has its origin from the likeness of Gugga of Saloh[1]. This Gugga has extraordinary power to cure the snakebite".

"As I just said, there are many major shrines of Gugga at different locations. More popular one is at Saloh, popularly called "Gugga of Saloh". Others are "Gugga Jaharvir", "Gugga Marhi" etc. "

 
The kids had understood nothing so far. It was history lesson; the kids were searching for a story. Then after this long introduction the Naani began to relate the story.

 Gugga Chohan - Now

 "Many generations back Rana Sukhu (Sukh Ram) was a powerful land owner and a Jagirdar in this area. He owned much of the land in Mararh and also some in Thapal area of Pirsaluhi.

 Rana Sukhu and other hardworking landowners took good care of their land. Although they had quite bit of it but much of it was a hilly tract. Over generations, the hills had been terraced to grow as much crop as they could. In-spite of their large landholdings they still sent their sons to join the armies of Raja of Kangra or Jaswan or other Rajas in the plains of Punjab for extra cash. They also maintained a large flock of cattle. The grain crop together with milk and butter (ghee) they produced was not enough to meet all the requirements of life for Rana Sukhu's extended family. Hence money from their son's jobs was a welcomed gift. They literally depended on it for clothing and buying other services needed.

Everybody in Rana Sukhu's family worked in the fields doing one chore or the other. During the summer when they were waiting for the rains, they took care of their cattle. Working in the fields for them was their second nature. Generation after generation they would terrace one hill after another and reclaim some additional land to grow more crops. For the current three generations, including him and his brothers, two cousins and their wives and a host of children, tilling the land was the only profession they knew. Living in a joint family had prevented the division of the land holdings, as there was not enough to go around. They all lived in the small hutments four of them in all in row at the Mararh, their ancestral residential area.

 Men, women and Children when they were old enough to work went to work in the fields very early in the morning. Their daytime meals consisted of plenty of buttermilk, rotis (bread) with sometime added benefits of vegetables, which they grew in their own fields, Daal (pulses) and ghee (butter milk) etc. Older women of the family usually cooked the meals and took care of other chores at home. Younger children when they were six or seven years old carried the day's meals to their parents working in the fields at different locations. As soon as the young boys and girls were old enough to go to the water hole, they took care of the cattle as their parents worked in the fields. The eldest brother of the family was considered as the leader and he made all the decision for the welfare of the extended family.

 This year they had planned to extend one of their fields, an improvement, and had brought their oxen and bulls to the fields to help in the earthwork. Otherwise, summer was the time for rest and feed the cattle, to get them fat to improve the milk yield. Bulls & oxen were fed to get them ready for the sowing season.

 To extend one of their fields they had to dig up part of the earth mound to terrace it. They used picks and shovels together with animal power to move the earth. This was a very strenuous work. They undertook this type of work during the summer only and the whole family joined in. This type of work was finished before the start of the sowing season. 


Unknown to the family working with hands, shovel and picks, there was a snake's pit on the grounds where they were digging. Usually working for generations they always knew where the snake's pits were, hence avoided it. They worked around it and left the snake and its pit alone. This snake pit was unknown to them. Had they known it, they would have worked around it.

 As they were digging, they disturbed the snake from its lazy slumber. It hid further and further in the ground to avoid being hit by shovel and pick, but of no avail. Hence the snake was left with no choice but to move, which it did. Unaware of the snake pit, the men & women continued to dig hence the stage was set for a confrontation between humans and the snake. 


Usually the snakes and the farmers coexist well. The snakes understand food cultivation hence avoid habitation in the tillable land. Human on the other hand do not disturb it, if they find one. This co-existence had been around from time immemorial. But if the snake persists to habitat closer to homes or gets in the way in the fields, the farmers have had no recourse except to kill it. At times, if the snake gets the upper hand then it does strike. Their usual recourse during such emergencies was to suck the snake venom out or take the victim to the shrine of Gugga Chattari's and wait for the divine intervention. The latter as per well-known legend in the area had mystical power over the snakes and cured the snakebites. This was one reason that Gugga Chattari shrines were located in rural Himachal Pradesh hamlets.

 As the men folks were digging with picks and shovels, the women folks helped to move the earth and filling up the uneven ground. The animals did the heavier work.  As Sukhu's wife picked up the shovel to scoop some of the earth, that snake got into her shovel. It immediately stretched its hood to scare her away and she threw the shovel to the ground and stepped backward. The snake saw this action as a threat; it immediately moved to protect itself. It began to slither away from her, that is when Sukhu's wife struck it with a pick, but she missed. The snake turned around and in a second bit her on her arm.
 She cried hard as it bit her and then slithered away. Her family working not to far away ran to the rescue but of no avail. The snake had already done its job. They all shouted around for help. There was no help other than her family working in the fields. If anything needed to be done it was they who would do it. They took her headgear and tied securely on her arm, almost to a level to stop the blood flow in the arm.

 Rana Sukhu, who was working in the next fields, also came running. Realising the gravity of the situation and without wasting any more time, he began to suck the venom out of his wife's arm. The rest of the family although gathered around watched. He sucked the blood a few times and spit it out, each time he would rinse his mouth with water. His scared wife lying in the fields motionless either had fainted unconscious or was letting them do whatever was necessary to do. After sucking the venom out many times, they immediately picked her up on their shoulders and brought her to the Gugga Chattari's shrine, not far from those fields. There they let her lay on the ground and began to sing songs in praise of the Gugga Chattari.

 The world of a snakebite spread thru the settlement like a wild fire. Everybody came to help out, and watch their next move. Also came the Mahant, who acted as the unofficial priest of this shrine. He on a daily basis cleaned the area, maintained the surroundings and pocketed if any gift or cash were left as offering.

The Mahant in his usual way carried out his ritual to placate the deity three times and then shook the lady. She immediately began to stir. The whole audience of 20 people watched in amazement as she lifted her injured arm up in the air. The family's joy knew no bound, seeing her arm up in the air. Now they knew that that she was alive".

 The joy on kid's faces listening to the story was overwhelming. Some of them began to cry. Others jumped with joy.

 

So the Naani Continued:


"A short while later, the family brought warm milk. Some was offered to the deity and rest they tried to feed to the snake bitten lady. She may be aware of the surroundings but was unable to eat and drink. The state of shock had left her mind totally paralysed. Although she was not out of danger, but the prognosis was good. The rest of the family and other neighbours and the priest began to sing praises of the Gugga Chohan.

 Four hours passed with the above ritual still in progress when the lady started to move her head, arms and legs. That was a good sign. The poisonous snake venom usually paralyses the central nervous system first, which prevents movement. If she was moving her limbs then it meant that Rana Sukhu had either sucked the venom out when he gave her the first aid in the fields or their belief in the deity who was known to have mystical powers over snakes, was great.

By the evening with the whole party still there, the lady opened her eyes. It was still a better sign. Soon she opened her mouth and the priest administered a bit of "Ganga-Jal" - holy water. A little later he administered a little more.

 

Now the whole family began to watch the miracle of faith. The chanting and songs praising Gugga Chohan increased in tempo. From the neighbourhood a drummer had also arrived. He began to beat the drum to placate the deity to do its magic. In the villager's mind the deity held the power of life and death over the lady who lay there in front of the shrine.

Miracle happened late in the evenings when the moon was overhead and stars were twinkling in the sky. The lady opened her mouth and asked for her son, who was sitting nearby. She asked him to prop her head up. Seeing this, a cheer went all around the assembled people. Several times, shouts went around praising the Gugga Chohan. She also looked around and saw all the people assembled. She asked her son to cover her head with her headgear. Her daughter-in-law also came to help and they all propped her to the sitting position. The priest administered more Ganga Jal and this time she swallowed it. It was another good sign. Now she was ready for a bit of nourishment. The warm milk was brought and she took three or four gulps of it. By all accounts, she was not out of the woods but all signs point to recovery. Full impact would not be known for a day or two. The last traces of the venom had to be neutralized by the body's natural defences before she could be pronounced fit.


The drum beat and ritual singing continued all night. She occasionally asked for more Ganga-Jal. The singing and the drumbeat prevented her from falling into an unconscious state. That would be worst in her nervous state. She occasionally looked at her husband, thanking him for sucking the venom out. She probably in her own mind was worried about his state of health lest the poison began to impact him as he may have swallowed some. He appeared to be fine.

All these were good signs of recovery.

 As the morning came, the drumbeat stopped and the cool breeze awakened everybody from their gentle doze. They began to look for signs of further recovery in her. As the morning sun rose she lifted her arms up and folded her hands in front of the deity and thanked him for saving her life. That was the best sign so far of her recovery. Joy on family's face knew no bound. They began to dance in front of the deity's shrine with offering of coconut, dhoop and paan patta (Indian prayer offerings). Now they were confident that a day had passed since the incident and if venom had not acted by then, it would not act at all. Still they wished not to leave the presence of their deity who miraculously had saved her.

They stayed at the shrine for one more day. During this period she occasionally began to converse, a few words at a time. The latter were signs of fuller recovery. On the second day, Rana Sukhu made offerings to the Gods and Gugga deity and made yet another dramatic announcement. He owned all the lands around the Shrine. He enlarged those land holdings. With additional gift of land, people in future would have easier access to the place and would have a place to sit down and prey at the shrine.

 Mysterious are God's ways!!!  The lady lived for 30 more years after that incident until the ripe old age of eighty-five. The villager's belief in Gugga Chohan multiplied several times over. By the times, Suds/Soods arrived in Pirsaluhi, Gugga Chohan already was an important deity. They began to do what the Rajputs were doing, that is, to invoke his assistance during difficult times. As the time passed they built their housing around it without disturbing the deity".

That day Rana Sukhu with his brave act of sucking the venom out proved that brave men rewrite their fate. The deity and their faith in it have sustained that community to this day.



With that, the Naani ended her story and we all went to sleep knowing that we were neighbours of a very powerful deity, who would cure snakebites.

 

 
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Gugga Chohan - Forever  (Facts)

 

Gugga Chohan story had many versions in the history books. Most books agree on one aspect that he was born in the house of a Rajput Chieftain of Dadrewa named Jewar Chohan and his Rani, Bachal[2] in about 900 AD. He was known to have married another chieftain's daughter in the area. He had many sons. He inherited his father's Jagir after a major dispute with his half brothers Surjan & Arjun. It is the latter part of the story, which gives differing account.

 
The chain of events, which, followed, were different in different texts.  One version says that he fought and died during Mohammedans invasion of 997 -1030 AD. His birth and his battles with Mohammedans, both recorded by Hindu & Muslim text proves his existence[3].

There is a Mohammedans version of the Gugga's latter story. This version has no mention of fighting the invaders but relate his half brothers Surjan & Arjun fighting to unseat him as chieftain. He slays them in battle and cuts off their heads and present them to his mother as trophies. She did not like this act and forced him to repent. He went to Mecca on Hajj for repentance. There he converted into Muslim religion and on his return asked for mother earth to accept his penance. The mother earth opened up and swallowed him along with his horse. Since he was a brave Rajput, the Mohammedans believe that he had converted; hence they designated him as a "Pir" - saint. Their version of the legend refers him to be Gugga Pir.

That is not what Hindus believe. The Hindu and Rajput version is that he fell fighting the invading Muslim. For them he was a Gugga "Vir" also referred as Gugga Jahar Vir. It is possible that over centuries Muslim Rajputs followers made trifling change from Vir to Pir.


On the likenesses, which are at Gugga of Saloh at Palampur (HP) as well as at Pirsaluhi, he is with Guru Gorakhnath, who blessed his mother to conceive him and his mother Bachal. Other likenesses at one of the shrines at Pirsaluhi include Surjan & Arjun.
 

The story, which goes around at Pirsaluhi and probably at Saloh, is that Surjan and Arjun with deceit cut off Gugga's head when he was not watching. They wished him dead because they were his half brothers and wished to inherit the Jagir.  The headless Gugga continued to fight and defeat his enemies. He killed both his half brothers. He later fell and was swallowed up by the mother earth.

  Gugga Chattari's Power with the snakes

His mystical powers with the snakes are well known. According to a folklore in and around his birthplace of Dadrewa, it is believed that if someone picks up even a stick from Johra ( a barren land which has a sacred pond), it would turn into a snake. Devotees of Gugga ji worship him when they get a snake bite and apply sacred ash (bhabhoot) on the bite as an immediate remedy. Others have another story to tell, that as a child, he swallowed a whole snake and the snake's poison mingled with his body and did not affect him. Since then, they assumed that he had supernatural powers over the snakes. Since then in Rajasthan & Kangra there is a sacred belief that if you sing praises of Gugga, the snake poison does not impact.


Gugga Di Marhi - Ludhiana

 In Ludhiana district in the village of Chappar, there is a shrine - Gugga Di Marhi. It is a shrine dedicated to the same to Gugga. A fair (Mela) is held in the month of Bhadon (August) to celebrate his acts. But this Gugga story has a further twist. The legend has it that it was in the Chappar village that a boy and a snake were born in a noble family of landowners (this place is far away from Rajasthan - Bikaner where the other legends originated). The snake and the boy were so intimate that each suffered the other's pain. The snake would prevent any harm coming to the boy and vice versa. Once unknown to travellers passing by, they saw an unnatural phenomenon in the fields where a serpent and a boy were playing together. Realising that the boy could be in grave danger, the travellers killed the snake. The child also died instantly. It led the villagers to believe that the child and the snake were not ordinary beings. They were "Sidhs" or saints. The villagers began to hold a fair in their memory at that spot. A later day Rajah built a shrine in their memory about a hundred and fifty years back. This tradition of holding a yearly fair continues to-date.

 When the author was paying respect to the Lumbardars of the village at Pirsaluhi, one of the elder related this very story to us (me and my wife). It amused us a lot. That elderly lady offered to take us to the spot where the child and the snake were buried in Pirsaluhi. We declined the offer.  The point here is that it is common story, probably of the same person, who had power over the snakes. His sagas of bravery are told together with his other powers to keep the faith alive.

 


 

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[1] Saloh is 30 Km from Kangra and 12 Km from Palampur in Himachal Pradesh
[2] Sir Henry Elliot wrote the Gugga story in 1869.
[3] Archaeological Survey of India Vol. 17

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


Mail Order Bride at Rolla, Missouri in 1971

 

This tale is a departure from the other tales told earlier. It is not associated with old Naani. It is a true happening at Rolla, Missouri (USA) where the author was a student in 1970-71. There much of the graduate student body were bachelor boys who had come to study and earn money. They longed for their homes back in India and at times went back to meet their families and get married. Everybody was not that lucky to visit India during their study years, hence parents back home would occasionally pack off a would be bride to their son in USA, hoping that everything would work out and their son would be a married man soon. The following is a tale of one such incident which unfolded in a comedy, as the "would be bride" did arrive in USA, but missed a few connecting flights and ended up amongst the strangers.

Scene 1  - Rolla, Missouri, USA

Amit Shah was a graduate student at Rolla, Missouri in 1971. He had just finished his graduate degree and had enrolled himself in a post-graduate program. That would take 3-4 years hence there was no room for him to return to India for a visit. Already 26 years old, he was yearning to visit his family in India. When in India he would get married too. This he had postponed for the last two years.

Amit left India at age 24, at that time his parents made him promise that he would return in a year or two and then they would solemnise his wedding to one of the girls within the Gujarati community of Kutch district of Gujarat. It was a promise, which Amit was unable to keep. His studies left no room for him to take a month or two off and undertake journey back home. 

Back in Gujarat the family was worried. All their plans seemed to be in jeopardy. The young lady whom the family had selected as Amit's bride was about to give up on him too. It was a situation to which Amit in US and his family in India were unaccustomed too. There seemed to be no alternatives other than to send the girl over to US and solemnise the wedding there.

The above was a strange idea to both the families and it was stranger to Amit Shah himself. When he broke the news to his friends in Rolla, the word spread like a wild fire. Everybody came to congratulate him. They were curious to know about the arrangements for the wedding in case the families decided to do the unexpected i.e. to send the girl over to US. If that happened, Rolla seemed to be the right venue for the wedding, but it would be utmost difficult to find a priest to conduct the marriage ceremonies and a hall big enough to accommodate 100 curious onlookers and friends in the meagre scholarship.

Suddenly these seemed to become lesser issue when the University Foreign Student Advisor came with help. He managed to persuade one of the Church priests to let the boys use the basement hall for a few hours after the regular Church service on Sunday. Also, he would witness the wedding proceedings himself. That would add a bit of credibility to the proceedings. A Hindu priest to conduct the proceedings was located 200 miles away in Kansas City. In fact he was no priest, he was a student like us at the Kansas City campus, but was fully conversant with Sanskrit and the marriage proceedings. He agreed to conduct the proceedings provided the Church priest seconds the proceedings and certify the marriage documents. Little bit of persuasion helped on all sides. It was decided that a court wedding would be conducted first followed by the Hindu wedding. 

With all this help around, Amit Shah wrote back to his family that in case the young lady was able to travel to US then he would make all the arrangements for the marriage here. The idea was far fetched as the girl, Amit was going to marry was unknown to him. She came from a respectable landlord family, had studied till grade eleven and was pretty as well as well versed in all household matters. She could read and write English, which was a plus and could travel to US of her own without a family escort. One limiting factor was her not being conversant with the spoken English especially in American accent. This was a small matter, which could be overcome with little bit of practice back home. Hence, the matter of the girl/bride travelling to US to get married over next month or two caught favour with the girl's family. The next step of seeking travel documents for the girl was not difficult in 1971.

 
Scene 2 - Indian Student Association Elect a new President

Every "Fall" semester there were new student union elections and this time a gentle but six foot tall hefty Sikh Balwinder Singh got elected as the President. It was a departure from the past as in the previous years mostly boys from Gujarat were President and Secretary. Student Union's key activities were to organise screening of Hindi or Gujarati movies, arrange Diwali, Holi and other festivals. At times they would persuade some of the student's wives to cook a feast. The Union would invite some special guests including the President of the University and other officials to the feast. These were good functions with amateur singing and dancing to the Bollywood tunes.

Additional duties of the Union President and Secretary were to take a lead role in social functions like the upcoming Amit Shah's wedding. Both the office bearers were unmarried hence were not of much help to organise the wedding function. This task was left to the two married students at Rolla. The Hindu acting priest did not have all the "Puja" stuff with him so he made do with whatever was available. A steel frying pan with four inches of sand underneath on a steel sheet would be used to light the sacred fire. The latter sanctifies the marriage in Hindu traditions. The couple goes round the fire seven times to complete the marriage vows. Four posters under which the couple would exchange the vows (in Sanskrit) were to be made from building lumber procured from the local lumberyard.  The local Lumber Yardmaster helped by cutting the lumber to the right length and drilled holes so that assembly at site was easy.  Everything else including decorations, food, inviting guests etc. was the Union President's responsibility. He took all these tasks very responsibly.

Now the wait for the young bride to arrive began. Although Amit Shah was getting married yet the whole university town was excited. The word had spread that a Hindu wedding would be held after the Church services on Sunday in November. Excitement was apparent when the "The Rolla Daily News" the local newspaper got the wind of it and they spread the word of the upcoming event. At times it appeared that the whole town of 8,000 would show up for the wedding. The author's rooming facilities landlady would not miss that event for anything. The local Kroger store's clerk wanted to be invited to the event. The Rolla Bank manager got himself invited or he would not transfer money. The net result was that with 100 guests and double that number of onlookers required much bigger arrangements.  The food, which was to be cooked, was insufficient for such a large crowd. Hence the quantities had to be tripled. The Foreign Student Advisor came up with the help. He arranged for a Seventh Day Adventist Church parishioner to come and help cook. He had been to India twenty years back hence knew the basics of larger volume cooking. The Student Union from its own funds would provide enough monies to buy groceries etc. Luckily the Church had large capacity gas stoves hence food part was well taken care off.

Now, it was for the young bride to arrive. Arrangements for her arrivals were such that on Wednesday, when the would be bride's flight from Chicago to St Louis would arrive, Amit Shah would drive up eighty miles and pick her up at the airport. The student reception committee would wait at Rolla to welcome the young lady to US. With so much of excitement, everybody forgot the "Murphy's Law". Something was going to go wrong and it did go wrong, but not in Rolla but in Chicago where PANAM flight from Bombay (Mumbai) arrived.

 Scene 3 - Chicago O' Hara Airport

Miss Subhadra Patel, the bride, boarded the PANAM flight in Bombay with a great fanfare from his & her family. She was on way to the United States of America, the dreamland. It was a long flight with stops in Tehran, Paris. It would land at Chicago's O'Hara airport at 10.00 AM. From there a connecting United Airlines flight, three hours later, would take her to St Louis International Airport. As per schedule, her documents would be processed at O' Hara international terminal and from there she would switch to domestic terminal and catch the flight to St Louis. Well it took longer at the O' Hara international to switch to the domestic terminal.

One additional problem had cropped up. At Bombay airport, everybody spoke her language and she communicated well with them. It was easy at Tehran and Paris stopovers as PANAM personnel were at hand to guide passengers from one plane to the other. As soon as she landed at O' Hara, she was of her own. That is where the problems began. She could not understand much of the spoken American English and they could not understand her accent.  The lady at the "Enquiries" told her to give the baggage to the Sky Cap (Light Blue cap bearing airport personnel) and they would help her to the domestic departure terminal. She wondered around the terminal trying to figure out what the Sky Cap (s) were. She went back to the Enquiries Desk and asked again. That is when the help was provided. It took a while to locate her baggage and proceed to the departure terminal. By then the United flight departed without her. They had made announcements over the PA system a few times, but the young Subhadra never understood those. Hence she missed the flight. At the departure terminal they told her that the next flight four hours later would take her to St. Louis, hence she should wait. Back at St. Louis, Amit Shah waited in vain for his would be bride to arrive. The flight had arrived but there was no Subhadra on the flight. That made Amit nervous. Now he did not know what to do. He called Balwinder Singh to tell him that Subhadra had not arrived on the scheduled flight hence he was proceeding to Chicago (300 miles away) to find her. He was certain that she had missed the connecting flight, hence may be waiting at O' Hara terminal. The whole campus got the word from Balwinder Singh that Amit has gone to Chicago. It was a worrying moment for all his friends at Rolla.

Scene 4 - St Louis Airport

Miss Subhadra did board the next flight from Chicago to St Louis four hours later. As she was arriving at St. Louis, Amit was on way to Chicago. They probably crossed each other.

At St Louis Airport, she managed to tell the Airport personnel that she was on way to Rolla, and that her would be groom had not arrived. She had no idea that Amit had waited there and not finding her on the previous flight proceeded to Chicago. The airport immediately tried to get in touch with Amit Shah's home phone number but there was no answer. They later phoned the Foreign Student Advisor, who knew about her arrival but was not aware of crisscrossing that was happening between her and Amit. The Foreign Student Advisor immediately called Balwinder Singh and informed him that Subhadra was waiting at St. Louis airport.  Now there was no way to recall Amit from proceeding to Chicago. In the mean time the young lady had to be picked up from St Louis airport. That became Union President's job.

Soon a caravan of two cars was organized to drive to St Louis airport to pick her up. It was Balwinder, the author, Sikka and Chaudhury who left for St Louis by late afternoon. It is an hour and half drive and this caravan expected to be there by 6.00 PM.

Unexpectedly none in this caravan spoke Gujarati (Sikka was from Delhi, the author and Balwinder from Punjab and Chaudhury from Bengal). 

As this bunch arrived at the Airport, with ease Subhadra was located at the traveller's lounge. She was the only Indian girl at the lounge hence not hard to spot. We introduced ourselves as friends of Amit Shah and told her that Amit, not finding her at the Airport, had proceeded to Chicago. It would take 5 hours for him to reach there and if he turns back it would take another five to six hours to return. It would be midnight when Amit arrives.

At the Chicago O' Hara, they told Amit that Subhadra boarded 3.00 PM flight to St Louis, hence he turned back.

At St Louis, we offered to take her to Rolla for a rousing reception. She refused. Communications after that became terse. She had no trust in us guys, completely unknown to her. Moreover she would go to Rolla only with her "would be husband". Since he was not there then she would stay put at the airport. She would listen to none of our arguments. We the non-Gujarati speaking gents scarred the hell out of her. One of us, six foot tall turbaned Sikh, and other three well groomed guys looked intimidating to her. She would not talk to us any further. In her mind we could be thugs, wanting to kidnap her. She scanned around the airport looking for uniformed airport security staff. As soon as she saw one, she in her broken English complained to him that we were trying to kidnap her. The matter seemed to get out of hand when the officer in his commanding voice asked us to leave the lady alone. It took a huge amount of explaining to the Officer to settle the matter.

There was nothing left for us to do but wait for Amit Shah to arrive back. 

We maintained our distance from her lest we end up in jail for the night. Luckily for us, Amit at Chicago had called his friends at Rolla and they had told him that Subhadra had arrived at St Louis and we four had gone to pick her up. That piece of information worried Amit more. He also did not wish Subhadra to accompany us to Rolla in the middle of the night.

Minutes turned into hours and the wait continued. We dared not ask her at the airport Lounge for coffee or sandwich or anything. We only waited for Amit Shah to arrive. He arrived at about 11.30 PM. He knew that we were at the airport but he had no idea that Subhadra had very smartly outwitted us by calling the airport security. Amit saw us and immediately proceeded towards where Subhadra was seated. He spoke in Gujarati and called her by name. He was expecting a smile and a blush. That did not happen. She immediately grabbed her purse and took Amit's photo out. She matched the photo to him and then replied in Gujarati that those four guys were bothering her. Expecting a terse response from Amit, instead he began to laugh and said that these were his friends. He explained that all this happened because she missed the flight.

She would have none of it and began to question Amit in Gujarati. She did not wish to be tricked by another Gujarati speaking thug, hence asked Amit about his parents name and wished to know whether he had enough information about her. She asked him about her photo. He immediately produced one from his purse. It was the same one she had given to his parents and who had sent it to him in USA.

With preliminaries over and identity of each of them verified then Amit introduced her to us. We were delighted to make her acquaintance. She apologised a hundred times for calling the airport security.

It was midnight and we started for Rolla. In an hour we were there. She was lodged for next three days at one of our married friend's apartment. In the meantime preparations for the wedding accelerated. A reporter from The Rolla Daily News snapped her picture while she was on a shopping spree. Next day the headline in the newspaper Read:

 
"Mail Order Bride Arrives; Wedding on Sunday"

 
Now the whole town knew.

Preparations at the venue were completed a day in advance. The four-poster canopy - "Vedi" was erected without any hitch. It was decorated with whatever we had at hand. All the groceries were procured and preparation for cooking started as soon as the Church deacon gave us the key to the basement hall. Crates of soft drinks were brought to offer drinks to all the guests and the onlookers. The invited guest had a feast laid out for them. The onlookers also joined. There was plenty of food.

The "Bride" in her finest clothing, all deep red in colour, arrived with the friends she was staying with. She was quickly led to the wedding's four-poster canopy and seated. The groom in his everyday clothes was already seated there. The chanting in Sanskrit hymns began. All the onlookers began to whisper, as they understood nothing of the spoken hymns. The student priest explained everybody gathered, the various steps of the ceremony.  Now at least they began to understand what was going on. The fire in the pan was lit. It was kept under control lest the fire alarm goes off. Finally the bride & groom stood up and began to circle seven times around the fire. In two minutes the final ceremony of the marriage was complete. The priest blessed the bride & the groom. Then it was turn of everybody to do the same. All the churchgoers came to bless the newly wed couple. Newspaper guys were snapping pictures like no tomorrow. They were having a gala time.

As agreed with the Church, all ceremonies were completed by 4.00 PM and we vacated the hall. It was cleaned before we handed the key back.

Next day's headlines read:
 

Mail Order Bride Married in a Hindu Ceremony

 
 It was a unique event of a unique kind, probably first of its kind in twentieth century America in 1971.

 



 

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