A very Happy New Year to all the readers...
This special post talks about how New Year was celebrated by some of the Royals of Hindustan, and later by common people when "Royalty ceased"....
New Year’s eve at Bombay House was a grand affair but the one at Old Pataudi House was no less memorable. It must have originally belonged to the Nawab but he left it when the new one was built in South Delhi. After that it was given on rent to mostly Christian families, who had earlier lived at Turkman Gate but moved into it as they found its location more suitable for attending Sunday service at St James’ Church in Kashmere Gate. Some, however, continued to go to the Turkman Gate Holy Trinity Church, built in 1904 after the site chosen near Ajmere Gate had to be abandoned after digging revealed that there was an underground reservoir there of Mughal days which supplied water to the Shahji lake that once covered what is now the Ramlila ground.
Christmas was a big celebration but
New Year’s eve was no less spectacular. Naney Joseph had a large family
with sons, grandsons and great-grandsons – all of whom were married and,
together with their wives and kids, filled up many rooms in Pataudi
House. The old man was 90 then but still active enough to take charge on
festive occasions. His ancestors had been Tyagi Brahmins from Mewat who
had migrated to Delhi in mid-19th Century and faced a tough time during
the Revolt of 1857 as they were Christian converts. For this they were
attacked by those who considered them stooges of the British, but though
some perished, the rest managed to survive by declaring their
allegiance to the Mughal emperor. Their dhoti-kurta dress and dehati
lingo lent credibility to their claim that they had changed their
religion but not customs, celebrating Diwali and Holi too, besides
Christmas and the New Year.
When the British retook
Delhi and Bahadur Shah Zafar was sent into exile in Rangoon, they repaid
their debt of gratitude to the men who had spared their lives by
proclaiming their innocence. After that the Tyagi Christians began to be
regarded as friends, particularly by the inhabitants of Turkman Gate.
In the changedcircumstances they were greatly sought after by those
seeking favours from the new dispensation.
Now coming
into their own, they celebrated Church festivities with greater
fervour. At Christmas they sang bhajans of “Nanha Balak, Yesu” and at
New Year’s “Naye-saal-ke-geet”. It was in the evening that the whole
community congregated to bring the sun down with singing and dancing.
There was typical rural “naach-gana” and also some ballroom dances
learnt by the girls from English lady teachers.
New Year’s eve of 1947 became a glamorous
event as it was the first time that it was being celebrated after
Independence. Refugees from Punjab and Sindh did not quite understand
what all the gaiety was about as they were not familiar with such
celebrations but those were times when even old women danced at Pataudi
House, which was gaily illuminated with diyas and bunting on Dec. 31.
Andrew and his brother Philip, who were children then, used to talk
about the post-Azadi Naya Saal. Bannu chachha, who had finished off half
a bottle, decided that after the young people had enjoyed themselves,
no woman would cook khana at home and stuff bought from the Jama Masjid
dhabas could be eaten. The pulao-zarda arrived, along with tandoori
rotis, korma and kababs. Some ate to their heart’s content while others
were still on “liquid diet”. Their wives and mothers, following the old
custom of eating after the males, passed the time singing to the beat of
the dholak and the tunes of the harmonium. Perpetua Bua, Kali Mumani
and Ganno Bhabhi clapped as they were too old to sing because of cracked
voices, but Alloo Bua and Sanno Ba’s wife added to the fun by showing
off their dance thumkas in imitation of the dancers of Chawri Bazar.
Then William Sahib, line operator in a CP newspaper who had had one too
many, took hold of the dholak and beckoning the others staged a qawwali
until he swooned away midway and Keti Ba, taking off his turban, crowed
like a cock to make the others realize that it was past midnight and
the New Year had begun. Everybody then sang in unison, “Naya saal phir
se aya hai, mubarak ho mubarak ho”, and the assembly broke up to sleep
till dawn, when it was time to go to church but before that Chhinga
Bhaiyya kissed his new bride and made her blush.
Note:
Names in the last paragraph are fictitious, only to tell that people of different faiths celebrated Christmas and New Year together with harmony, some not even knowing the meaning and "reason" of this celebration. ~~Such were the times..~~ :)
This article has been borrowed from the research of a chronicler.
I do not claim any credit for the post.
This article has been posted under the Historical accounts and FolkLore section of history_geek's Blog.