Part 1 (1/2)

By-Ways of Bombay.

by S. M. Edwardes, C.V.O.

PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION.

The various chapters of this book originally appeared under the _nom-de-plume_ of ”Etonensis” in the _Times of India_, to the proprietors of which journal I am indebted for permission to publish them in book-form, They cannot claim to be considered critical studies, but are merely a brief record of persons whom I have met and of things that I have seen during several years' service as a Government official in Bombay. In placing them before the public in their present form, I can only hope that they will be found of brief interest by those unacquainted with the inner life of the City of Bombay.

HEAD POLICE OFFICE,

BOMBAY, _June 1912_.

S. M. E.

PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION.

The first edition of ”By-ways of Bombay” having been sold out within a month, Messrs Taraporevala Sons and Co. have interested themselves in publis.h.i.+ng the present edition which includes several ill.u.s.trations by Mr.

M. V. Dhurandhar and an additional article on the Tilak Riots which appeared in the _Bombay Gazette_ in August, 1908. My acknowledgments are due to the Editor for permission to republish this article.

HEAD POLICE OFFICE,

BOMBAY. _November, 1912_.

S. M. EDWARDES.

I.

THE SPIRIT OF CHANDRABAI.

A STUDY IN PROTECTIVE MAGIC.

Fear reigned in the house of Vishnu the fisherman: for, but a week before, his wife Chandra had died in giving birth to a child who survived his mother but a few hours, and during those seven days all the elders and the wise women of the community came one after another unto Vishnu and, impressing upon him the malignant influence of such untimely deaths, bade him for the sake of himself and his family do all in his power to lay the spirit of his dead wife. So on a certain night early in December Vishnu called all his caste-brethren into the room where Chandra had died, having first arranged there a bra.s.s salver containing a ball of flour loosely encased in thread, a miniature cot with the legs fas.h.i.+oned out of the berries of the ”bhendi,” and several small silver rings and bangles, a coral necklace and a quaint silver chain, which were destined to be hung in due season upon the wooden peg symbolical of his dead wife's spirit in the ”devaghar,” or G.o.ds' room, of his house. And he called thither also Rama the ”Gondhali,” master of occult ceremonies, Vishram, his disciple, and Krishna the ”Bhagat” or medium, who is beloved of the ghosts of the departed and often bears their messages unto the living.

When all are a.s.sembled, the women of the community raise the bra.s.s salver and head a procession to the seash.o.r.e, none being left in the dead woman's room save Krishna the medium who sits motionless in the centre thereof; and on the dry s.h.i.+ngle the women place the salver and two bra.s.s ”lotas” filled with milk and water, while the company ranges itself in a semi-circle around Rama the Gondhali, squatting directly in front of the platter. For a moment he sits wrapped in thought, and then commences a weird chant of invocation to the spirit of the dead woman, during which her relations in turn drop a copper coin into the salver. ”Chandrabai,” he wails ”take this thy husband's gift of sorrow;” and as the company echoes his lament, Vishnu rises and drops his coin into the plate. Then her four brothers drop a coin apiece; her sister-in-law, whispering ”It is for food” does likewise; also her mother with the words ”choli patal” or ”Tis a robe and bodice for thee”;--and so on until all the relatives have cast down their offerings,--one promising a fair couch, another an umbrella, a third a pair of shoes, and little Moti, the dead woman's eldest child, ”a pair of bangles for my mother,” until in truth all the small luxuries that the dead woman may require in the life beyond have been granted. Meanwhile the strange invocation proceeds. All the dead ancestors of the family, who are represented by the quaint ghost-pegs in the G.o.ds' room of Vishnu's home, are solemnly addressed and besought to receive the dead woman in kindly fas.h.i.+on; and as each copper coin tinkles in the salver, Rama cries, ”Receive this, Chandrabai, and hie thee to thy last resting-place.”

When the last offering has been made, the women again raise the salver and the party fares back to Vishnu's house, where a rude shrine of Satvai (the Sixth Mother) has been prepared. ”For,” whispers our guide, ”Chandrabai died without wors.h.i.+pping Satvai and her spirit must perforce fulfil those rites.” Close to the shrine sits a midwife keeping guard over a new gauze cloth, a sari and a bodice, purchased for the spirit of Chandrabai; and on a plate close at hand are vermilion for her brow, antimony for her eyes, a nose-ring, a comb, bangles and sweetmeats, such as she liked during her life-time. When the shrine is reached, one of the brothers steps forward with a winnowing-fan, the edge of which is plastered with ghi and supports a lighted wick; and as he steps up to the shrine, the relations and friends of the deceased again press forward and place offerings of fruit and flowers in the fan. There he stands, holding the gifts towards the amorphous simulacrum of the primeval Mother, while Rama the hierophant beseeches her to send the spirit of the dead Chandrabai into the winnowing-fan.

And lo! on a sudden the ghostly flame on the lip of the fan dies out! The spirit of Chandrabai has come! Straightway Rama seizes the fan and followed by the rest dashes into the room where Krishna the medium is still sitting.

Four or five men commence a wild refrain to the accompaniment of brazen cymbals, and Rama pa.s.ses the winnowing-fan, containing the dead woman's spirit, over the head of the medium. ”Let the spirit appear” shrieks Rama amid the clas.h.i.+ng of the cymbals.

”Let the spirit appear” he cries, as he blows a cloud of incense into Krishna's face. The medium quivers like an aspen leaf; the dead woman's brothers crawl forward and lay their foreheads upon his feet; he shakes more violently as the spirit takes firmer hold upon him; and then with a wild shriek he rolls upon the ground and lies, rent with paroxysms, his face stretched upwards to the winnowing-fan. Louder and louder crash the cymbals; louder rises the chant. ”Who art thou?” cries Rama. ”I am Chandrabai,” comes the answer. ”Hast thou any wish unfulfilled?” asks the midwife. ”Nay, all my wishes have been met,” cries the spirit through the lips of the medium, ”I am in very truth Chandrabai, who was, but am not now, of this world.” As the last words die away the men dash forward, twist Krishna's hair into a knot behind, dress him, as he struggles, in the female attire which the midwife has been guarding, and place in his hand a wooden slab rudely carved into the semblance of a woman and child. ”Away, away to the underworld” chant the singers; and at the command Krishna wrenches himself free from the men who are holding him and dashes out with a yell into the night.