Post for Fortnight ended 14 March 2014
Church towers or steeples have always been built to make its building be higher than any building in the parish – perhaps to enhance its importance. So when the bells tolled, calling the faithful, its ringing could be heard all over the settlement. That is also perhaps why the muezzin’s minarets are the highest placed in a rather flattish Maghreb oasis town. Here – his prayers called out the faithful, replacing the gong of the bell. And in temples, the designs are different in northern India compared to that in the South. The temple dome is the highest part of a north Indian style temple and the shining brass pot with the customary gold coins, and other precious objects are sealed and placed on the dome adjacent to the flag of the temple deity. In the south, the brass pot is entombed in the design of the temple gate or gopuram. (The temple itself maybe squat or short, but would be a well designed building.) The pots are consecrated with religious fervour and the entire ritual is spread over days. Over 1008 pots of water are ferried from the sacred rivers of India. And samples of these are poured into the main large brass pot. Into this pot go various precious metals and stones and even precious and healing herbs. The pot bearing this is supposed to symbolize all the precious wealth of the city or state that this temple is to grace. And with all of this wealth placed so high on either temple dome or the gopuram is said to radiate that strength to the surroundings – that is what spirituality is all about. It is not about the Gods or Goddesses, but it is about our wealth and how we preserve and nurture it and deify it. And on auspicious days – when the weather is just right, the temple priests have been known to carry these pots, all 1008 and more up to the highest point in the temple and place the main pot or the “Kumbham” but also anoint it with the pots of water, and all other riches from the kingdom or state. And just like it was done in the days of yore, I happened to witness one in our megapolis. The chanting of prayers could be heard form the early hours of dawn and the dome was shrouded from my view, atop an eleventh storey of a not so high skyscraper. As I approached the temple, I could see that the summit was decked with a makeshift stairway and it was lined with colourfully attired priests who were passing on pots up the stairway to the main priest, who after chanting a few prayers would pour its contents on the main kumbham. And the brass pot (Kumbham) was shining in the morning light – it had apparently been adorned with gold leaf sponsored by a local jeweler. I said a silent prayer to the God I had not seen but knew existed.
Summits were what the D Boyz were talking about. D Street was abuzz with tourists. The foreigners were invading the street in droves and pushing the D Boyz and their favourite SENSEX higher and higher their D Street Tower. And that was the week, when the SENSEX reached its pinnacle of over 22000. But like the priests who had used the makeshift stairway to the gopuram the Boyz too had to step down and look at the surroundings – so they stepped down a little to look at the surroundings form the SENSEX heights of 21809.
And talking of 1008 brass pots took my mind wandering to another set of 1008 pots. It was the movie set of a southern produced Hindi film where the heroine danced around the pots arranged in an array of shapes and formations on a Coromandel beach. And for those who were disappointed to read of a temple and its gopuram and kumbham, won’t you look forward to the story of the 1008 pots that bore the weight of a southern heroine and her white trousered hero?
Have a great week ahead and Cheers…