Our World

Holi in Surajgarh was always traditionally colourful and nice, with delicious homemade sweets and Thandai and lots of childhood memories. The people were too happy to find the Royal Family back in Surajgarh for Holi. Away from the media and news, these simple people who still looked up to the Royals always wanted them to come back home, unaware of the happenings of the fast lives in the cities. Their small world would celebrate Holi like never before this year. Surajgarh was decked up as soon as it knew Ranisa was coming on Holi. Ranisa, much like Ajabdeh Baisa, was their god-sent angel, who solved problems like miracles, and the people loved and respected her. Jaivanta did a Khamma Ghani to the crowd in her elegant, gracious way that always mesmerised Ajabdeh. She smiled, inspecting the latest happenings with the Panchayat, much to Jaivanta's delight.

"Jija, we are here for the holidays, so please don't talk about work." Shakti dragged her away as she said, "But..." Patta met them with a not-so-convincing smile as Ajabdeh asked, "What happened to you?"

"Nothing." He frowned as she looked suspicious.

"Everyone can rest till Holika Dahan. Rukaiya especially." Hansa spoke up. "And you?" Rukaiya looked down as she scolded."Mausi scolded her; she kept me on my toes all the time. Now it is her turn." Sau giggled. "Aarchi is coming with Mausi" Ajabdeh smiled at the baby. "Say bye to everyone." She walked away talking to the baby in her room, while the others went to theirs. Pratap was playing ball with Brownie when he heard Shakti and Patta with Jalal in the corridor.

"What is cooking here?" He frowned. "Jalal, if you do some mischief with them, I swear I will..."

"No... I am responsible." He made a serious face. "Pratap trusts me." Pratap frowned at his smile. Jalal quickly walked away to his room as Pratap watched Shakti go to him. Jalal frowned at Rukaiya's pale face as she was sitting in bed and having water.

"Ruk, are you okay?" He asked worriedly. "Just a little nausea..." She smiled faintly.

"Umm... is it normal?" He hated it when the doctor and the patient were the same people. It worried him that she would always hide something.

"Yes, it is." She giggled. "Do you remember my senior, Dr Mahamanga?" "She seemed very motherly to you." Jalal smiled. "She will be looking at me." Rukaiya smiled. "Relieved?"

"No, sleep." He frowned. Rukaiya giggled at his worried face as he kissed her forehead and repeated, "Sleep."

"Aww, Aarchi..." Ajabdeh was playing with Aarchi, who was smiling at Mausi. Pratap entered, smiling at the scene."Look at her!" Ajabdeh smiled excitedly. "I think she got a little taller?" Pratap looked clueless as she put a kajal tika on Aarchi's forehead.

"Nazar na lage meri princess ko."

He sat down beside her, staring as she smiled at Aarchi. The baby started crying as Ajabdeh promptly picked her up, saying, "Aww, what happened...." She cradled Aarchi as Pratap frowned at how at ease she was with the tiny baby. "Are you hungry? Is Aarchi hungry?" She said, worried and got up.

"Go to Kakasa, I will bring your food from Mamma!" She promptly placed Aarchi on his lap as he tried to protest and ran out. Pratap looked terrified, eyes wide at the door as she ran."Oh God...err...." He looked terrified as the baby moved. "Hi, Aarchi." He managed a smile, but the baby pouted and started sobbing. He remembered how Ajabdeh was cradling her, and that made her stop.

"What do I..." He looked petrified. "Ok....erm... Aarchi... hush..." He tried in vain. Jalal walked into the room, amused.

"Look who is taking care of Aarchi!" He smiled. "Jalal!" Pratap was all smiles as he handed Jalal the baby.

"What I... she is crying...." Jalal looked scared. "Stop her, come on!" Pratap smiled, relieved. "Practise."

"Pratap! Yeh... umm... hush-hush... Aarchi... hush...." He tried in vain as the sob turned to cries, and Ajabdeh said, "I'm coming, baby, Mamma is making your food..." The baby cried louder as they looked at each other. "Hahaha! What's happening here!" Shakti smiled, amused at the duo.

"She is a baby, not a battlefield. Let me try." Pratap and Jalal were happy to hand Aarchi over to Shakti, who thought the baby would feel good if he twirled her. He used to twirl Patta all the time. Only he was a two-year-old and not a month. But Shakti gathered that all babies are the same. Two whirls and she stopped as the men smiled at each other, Shakti more proudly. A moment of silence later, the cry was louder than ever.

"I should hurry." Ajabdeh looked worried as Sau smiled.

"Let me see Pratap's condition now." She giggled as Chaks agreed."Aarchi is..." Heer entered, spotting Aarchi on Shakti's lap as the three looked terrified. Aarchi was all red from crying.

"Three grown men can't hush a baby?" Heer looked disappointed as she took Aarchi and tried to make her stop, as she sobbed softly.

"Bhaijaan, I didn't expect this of you!"

"What did I do?" Jalal frowned. "Pratap made her cry." He pointed.

"I didn't..." Pratap defended as Ajabdeh rushed to the baby with the feeding bottle, and Sau and Chaks smiled in tow. Heer and Aarchi left for the baby room as the trio looked terrified at Chaks and Sau.

"Welcome to our world." Sau giggled, amused. "It's terrifying," Pratap said wide-eyed. "Petrifying." Shakti agreed. "Oh no!" Jalal could see himself in the next few months. "I need to start looking for a new place after Rukaiya throws me out." His serious tone made them all laugh at his pale face.

Begum Sahib: Forbidden Love

2nd June 1634, Burhanpur. " My heart is an endowment of my beloved, the devotee and lover of his sacred shrine, a soul that enchants mine." The Raja of Bundi had arrived at Burhanpur after a win in the war of Paranda. He had met the crown prince Dara and was honoured with a sword and elephant before he came to pay his respect to the Padishah Begum as per the norms of the court. Jahanara was writing in her room. Her maid came with the news, “Begum Sahib, the Raja of Bundi has arrived at court; he is at the Bagh to pay you his respect.” “Tell him to sit in the courtyard of my bagh, I will be there.” She had risen from her place, covered her face in the veil of her dupatta and walked to the place where he waited. “ Begum Sahib," he had acknowledged her presence with a salutation. She returned the bow with a nod. She was sitting inside the arch while he was on the other side of the Purdah, the sun shining over his head as he took his seat on the velvet carpet th...

His Wife

" Where is the Kesar, Rama? And the Kalash?" Ajabdeh looked visibly displeased at the ladies who ran around. " They are at the fort gates, and nothing is ready yet!" She exclaimed. She was clad in a red lehenga and the jewellery she had inherited as the first Kunwarani of the crown prince. Little Amar ran down the hallway towards his mother. " Maasa Maasa... who is coming with Daajiraj?" His innocent question made her heart sink. " Bhanwar Ji." Sajja Bai called out to him. " Come here, I will tell you." Amar rushed to his Majhli Dadisa. " Ajabdeh." She turned at Jaivanta Bai's call. "They are here." " M... My Aarti thali..." Ajabde looked lost like never before. Jaivanta Bai held her stone-cold hands, making her stop. She patted her head and gave her a hug. The hug gave her the comfort she was looking for as her racing heart calmed down. Jaivanta Bai left her alone with her thaal. " Maa sa!" A...

One Night

Happy Valentine's Day, readers! Hope you put your self-love and your love for reading right at the top when you celebrate today! The night was eerie; the veil of stars shone in the clear sky, occasional clouds travelling with the wind, playing hide-and-seek with the crescent moon. The leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, and somewhere in the forestland, the call of an animal broke the silence. Owls hooted somewhere, and in the darkness, one could see across the arid land, beyond the water of a lake, a fort wall was lit by the torches of the guards who were awake and alert. The sandstone castle in the middle of the small township was asleep. The corridors of the Mardana Mahal, where noblemen and princes were stationed, were heavily guarded tonight. The prince of Mewar was travelling through this small town, on one of his many campaigns. The square-shaped palace had an inner courtyard for the ladies. Opposite the Mardana Mahal was the Andar Mahal, where the women resided. They shar...

Begum Sahib: An Introduction and chronology

Note to the readers: Women behind men in history fascinate me. I had been reading about the mothers and wives who changed men’s fortunes. But what about daughters and sisters? A few months back, I was looking for books on Mughal Ladies, mainly Noor Jahan and her work. In the bibliography credits, I had chanced upon “The Life of A Mogul Princess” By Jahanara Begum, the daughter of Shah Jahan. I had no idea about the book and thought it was another autobiography. Previously, I had read only about how she was imprisoned along with her father at Agra, and her involvement with Dara Shikoh, her younger brother, in connecting the two realms of Hinduism and Islamism and the establishment of Sufism. All of these and the chronological events of history can be found in various books. As I read each page of her diary, cross-checking each point with Jagunath Sircar’s “History of Aurangzib” and R.C. Majumder’s “Mughal Empire” as well as numerous other sources on the Mughal Harem, I discovered ...

Scheme of Things

The ousting of Shams Khan and his troops from Chittorgarh earned Kunwar Partap Singh overnight fame across the land as tales of his bravery made their way through the dunes and hills, across rivers and borders to lands far and beyond. At thirteen, he had commanded an army troop to take over the fort of Chittorgarh and restore Mewar’s borders to their former glory. People started comparing him to his forefathers, the great Rana Kumbha, who built forts across Mewar and his grandfather, Rana Sanga, who had united all Rajputs against external threats. As bards sang praises of the prince, gossip soon followed. Gossip was the most entertaining one could get in the mundane city lives and village gatherings, and it often travelled faster than the fastest Marwadi horse. So alongside the tales of his absolute bravery and how he hoisted the Mewari flag on the fort, were the stories of how his life was in danger, the king and queen did not quite get along and how he was made to live in poverty by ...

The Wounds of Love

The procession had stopped at a clearing. The women and children needed to rest for the day. The maids and guards who had followed them into this life of difficulty and sacrifice quickly laid the tents for rest. The young crown princess, still a child, was not used to the extreme conditions of the open air and the desert sun. She was slightly feverish. In the tent, her mother put her hand on his warm forehead, worried. There were sounds of footsteps, and she grew alarmed. The tent curtains parted. Ajabdeh Punwar entered the tent she shared with Pur Bai Solankini, a little worried. She managed a smile at Pur Bai as she checked the princess's fever. She checked the medicines kept by the bed and, after a reassuring nod at Pur Bai, stepped outside the tent where an eager Amar waited for her. "Keep vigil on your sisters." She ordered the eight-year-old as a pang of pain hit her. She did not want to take away his childhood and innocence with the weight of responsibilities so so...

My Everything

Kunwar Pratap stormed into the Mahal at Gogunda amidst uncertainty and chaos. Happy faces of the chieftains and soldiers welcomed him as Rawat Chundawat, and some other chieftains stopped the ongoing Raj Tilak. A visibly scared Kunwar Jagmal looked clueless at a visibly angry Kunwar Pratap. Rani Dheerbai Bhatiyani hadn't expected Kunwar Pratap to show up, that too, despite her conveying to him his father's last wish of crowning Kunwar Jagmal. Twenty-one days after Udai Singh's death, she was finally close to a dream she had dared to dream since Jagmal was born. He was not informed about the Raj Tilak as per Dheerbai's instructions. She eyed Rawat Ji. He must have assembled the chiefs to this revolt against her son, against the dead king. No one except them knew where Kunwar Pratap was staying. It was for the safety of his family. " What are you doing, Chotima?" A disappointed voice was directed at her. She could stoop down so low? For the first time, an anger...

Forever

" The Day Amar Singh was born, Mewar celebrated like it was Diwali. The palace was decorated, and so was Ajabde's room. Amar was lying in a golden cot when I saw him for the very first time. He looked like my Pratap used to as a kid. Today, when I look at Amar, I see a lot of Ajabde in him." Jaivanta Bai smiled at a beaming fourteen-year-old. " Ranaji too was so happy with Mewar's uttaradhikaar." Her smile faded at the memories. The differences started afterwards. " He was so happy that he founded the new capital that year only." She spoke up. " What about Daajiraj and Badi Ranima?" Kunwar Chand, nine, enquired. Solankhini and Jasobai interrupted the conversation. " Come now, all of you, Kunwar Amar, Kunwar Chand, Kunwar Bhagwandas, and Rajkumari, it's late. Time for bed." Solankhini spoke. " Please, Majhli maa. A little more. " Bhagwan Das, a five-year-old, pleaded. " Haan Majhli Maa... let Dada bh...

The Difficult Times

Rana Pratap rose to prominence as the new hope for Mewar after his coronation on Holi, 1st March, 1572. His subjects and chiefs had a lot of faith in his ability to remove the Timurid influence from Rajputana. In the year 1573, in February, June and November, Raja Man Singh, his father Bhagwan Das and Todal Mal came to persuade the Rana on alliances respectively. Although he received the fellow Rajputs cordially, their purpose remained unsolved. These frequent visits to his court from alliances of Akbar made Gogunda vulnerable as a capital. He decided to move to a small village at Girwa, about 8 miles from Haldighati. Not being able to reach him anymore, Akbar's chieftains were forced to prepare for war against the Rana. Under the leadership of Man Singh, Akbar's army reached Haldighati, the chosen battlefield on the banks of the Banas River. The brave Rajputs, having only half the army's strength, fought bravely, and an injured Rana was taken to safety by his favourite ...

The Final Battle

The Battle of Haldighati was fought in June 1576. However, Akbar had planned an attack on Mewar in February 1576 when Rana Partap Singh refused his peace treaty for the third time in four years. He wanted Rana Partap's defeat in his hands. He was the only one who didn't seem to fear the mighty Timurid domination. He needed to be taught a lesson. Rana Partap was disturbed by the constant visits of Man Singh to Mewar in the last two years, that too with Akbar's peace treaty. Chittorgarh had fallen to the Timurid power, and Mewar had lost its bravest. He wouldn't forget that till his last breath. There was no way he could bow down to the Timurid. 17 Mewari villages were under Timurid dominance. He needed to free them. But his morals of showing no enmity with any Rajput always made him most hospitable towards Man Singh. He was looking for a way to start a war. Man Singh came with a peace treaty in the years 1573 and 1574. It is then that Rana Partap decided that the areas n...

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