I learnt Something today

21.08.2014 image by me taken on the terrace of my residence in N. Delhi of her ie the flower from
my own Sacred Tree
Blog post addition...edit...24-08-2014

Chinese lantern, Sickle Bush, Bell Mimosa

Dichrostachys cinerea

Thanks to Flickr photo sharing i found what i had been searching for. Actually for the last few days now.
The sight of that beautiful blossom of the very sacred tree. Maybe it was quite natural for me to go seeking for this evergreen tree as it is during this festival of Navaratri that the tree is worshipped, especially.

The  dainty and pretty blossom resembling a slender and cute bottle brush of lavender with a golden yellow top is that of the Shami tree, also known botanically as Dichrostachys cinerea.

Thanks to Mr Anonymous dated Aug 2014 in my comment box...i guess a couple of years or so when this blog was written i have the correct name and identity of the flower and the tree.

Bell Mimosa

or...Kalahari Christmas tree

or... Chinese Lantern

or... Sickle Bush

Perhaps many of us know it by it's other synonym tree named Khejri thanks to our learning in school about the Chipko movement. As kids i am sure how most of us were aghast more with a sense of incredibility to the story than to really appreciate the brave act of the Bishnoi community. Of course then it seemed as an exercise in futility to be axed for, ' A Tree ' .

But we can be excused for that. For naturally we were too senseless then to feel anything other than the boring social studies class to get over.
Nevertheless my blog would be incomplete if i am not able to reproduce the story here.

After a severe famine in Marwar 500 years ago, Jambeshwar Bhagwan formed a community that would live in harmony with nature to survive even in a worse famine. The community is known as Bishnois or twentyniners' on account of 29 principles that they follow. They not only protect trees and wild animals with great dedication but follow several customs that conserve nature. Bishnois allow wild animals to forage on crops from their fields. They do not cremate dead bodies because that needs firewood; they instead bury them to give back to the elements. They even do not use blue coloured clothes because blue die has to be produced from trees. A village 'Khejarli' in Thar desert near Jodhpur has many Khejari trees (Prosopis cineraria) which the Bishnois consider to be very valuable. They are one of the few trees that survive in the deserts of Rajasthan.
On a fateful 10th day of Bhadrapad in 1730, Maharaja Abhaysingh of Jodhpur sent men to cut Khejari trees in Khejarli village. A lot of firewood was needed to produce lime for the new royal palace. Amritadevi, a local Bishnoi sent them back in defense of Khejari trees. They retaliated with armed soldiers but Amritadevi embraced Khejari trees and challenged the soldiers to axe her head to spare Khejari trees. The obedient soldiers not only severed Amritadevi's head but went on to kill 363 Bishnois who dared to follow the courageous lady. The news of Bishnois sacrifice for Khejari trees reached the king who then apologized to Bishnois and assured protection to trees and wild animals of that region. 
Since the day of Khejari sacrifice, Amritadevi's embrace has become immortal 'Chipko' movement among dedicated conservationists, who gather at a monument in Khejarli every year in Bhadrapad month to salute the great Khejari sacrifice. Bhadrapad month is the sixth lunar month in the Hindu Calendar. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhadra_(month)

Khejari trees are native to the sandy deserts from Rajasthan to Afghanistan. They belong to the Mimosaceae or 'touch- me- not' family. They are large deciduous trees with black, deeply cracked bark. The roots go very deep in search of water. The slender branches are armed with small prickles. The leaves are double feathered with small dull green leaflets. Flowers are small, yellow and fragrant; they are borne in slender spikes about 10 cm long at the end of branches. Flowering season is in September. Pods of Khejari trees contain edible pulp. 

Khejari tree is also known as Shami' tree from the time of Mahabharat. Pandavas had hidden their weapons in the hollows of Shami trees. Shami tree is a favourite of Lord Ganesh; Shami leaves are offered for Ganesh pooja. This is how the Shami tree is found in Pune, far away from its native Rajasthan. Gupchup Ganpati in Shaniwar Peth is an ancestral Ganesh temple belonging to Dixit family. The Shami tree at this temple is at least 100 years old. This tree is one of the heritage trees of Pune. Two young Shami trees grown from the saplings produced from the heritage tree are planted at Ganesh temples at Sahakarnagar and Ganeshkhind. Unfortunately the heritage Shami recently had to be relieved of a few branches since they got infested with white ants and became dangerous for the worshippers.
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/pune/Centurion-Shami-tree-survives-in-Shaniwar-peth/articleshow/6383910.cms 


The conservation of khejari trees is a religious tenet of Rajasthan's Bishnoi community. The Government of India has recently instituted the 'Amrita Devi Bishnoi National Award for Wildlife Conservation' in the memory of Amrita Devi Bishnoi
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosopis_cineraria

                                                      http://www.itslife.in/tag/shami-tree

It is fascinating to realize that nature worship forms an integral part of all our rituals associated with festivals and thus the worship of trees which symbolizes life and the whole gamut of creation itself.


Shamipujan: While worshiping the Shami tree, special prayers are recited asking for victory not only in one's endeavors and ventures but also over one's inherent enemies. The enemies lurking inside each one of us in the form of evil thoughts from the simplest to the most deviant.
In brief, prayers are offered to ask the Shami tree to cleanse us from our sins and help us to lead a virtuous life through which harmonious co-existence could be achieved.

                                                               http://www.ecosensorium.org/2009/07/worshipping-shami.html

The fact of the comprehensive success of the Pandavas in their endeavor has been extrapolated to the everyday ventures of the common man today.

Even to this day, people exchange Shami leaves and wish each other victory
in their own ventures and efforts. The following shloka is used, sometimes, to signify this:
शमी शमयते पापम् शमी शत्रुविनाशिनी ।
अर्जुनस्य धनुर्धारी रामस्य प्रियदर्शिनी ॥
करिष्यमाणयात्राया यथाकालम् सुखम् मया ।
तत्रनिर्विघ्नकर्त्रीत्वं भव श्रीरामपूजिता ॥

shamI shamayate paapam shamI shaTruvinaashinI |
arjunasya dhanurdhaari raamsya priyadasrshinI ||
karishyamaaNayaatraayaa yayaakaalam sukham mayaa |
tatranirviGnakrtrItvam bhava shrIraamapUjitaa ||


Meaning of the shloka: The Shami tree cleanses sins.
It's thorns are reddish in colour. It is Lord Rama's 
favourite tree and in such a tree Pandavas hid their arms.
O' Shami, Lord Rama has worshipped you.
I now embark upon my journey to victory.
May you make it pleasant and free from obstacles.


It is said that the Shami tree chosen by the Pandavas stood inside a cremation ground. 
It was chosen to render detection that much less likely. The Pandavas wrapped their weapons 
in a white cloth and concealed this on that Shami tree, making the weapons look like a dead body.
Arjuna's Gandeeva bow was one among them.


« Last Edit: October 20, 2007, 10:08:28 PM by Y V RAMUDU »
http://forum.spiritualindia.org/shami-tree-sthotram-t20843.0.html


Shree Raama, it is said, worshipped Shami tree before proceeding to Ayodhya.
On the same day, the Paandavas too, took out their arms hidden in the Shami tree and revealed their identity after their one year of Ajnaatavaasa ( living incognito) after twelve years of exile to a forest.
That marked their preparation for the victorious war of Kurukshetra.
Invoking these inspiring memories the Shami is worshipped on this day and the holy leaves are distributed by one another as an auspicious omen for the coming year.
http://www.mypurohith.com/festivals/Vijayadasami.asp


The Shami leaves occupy pride of place during the Dussara festival and
 they are regarded as golden leaves. It is reported that the legendary poet
 Kalidasa got enlightenment and divine power by doing penance under the 
Shami tree and worshiping it. 
Our farmers believe that Shami trees in their fields enhance the fertility
of land and sustain the productive capacity of their fields.
http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum3/HTML/000925.html

Back home in Bihar and the neighboring states like Jharkhand, the Shami tree full of blossoms
is a very common sight. The Shami tree greet you as soon as you enter the gates of private homes.
It is generally planted towards the right side of the gate entrance because it is believed
here that a mere sight of the Shami tree is auspicious while going about the day to day
business or else embarking on any journey. It is also believed to thwart any evil influences
or bad luck.
Poojas are common among families who follow the planetary movements.These are performed
to appease Lord Saturn known as Shani Deva. 


So much of what i have just reproduced is in the form of legends, mythological and otherwise.
But what i shall be adding is from this unique book which was gifted by my father 
to his grandson that is my son.
My son was then in that stage of infancy when at mere sight of animals, trees and
birds, he would erupt into peals of joy and glee. 
Later when he could understand stories i would read stories from this unique book.
The stories which reverberated my own mother's stories which she narrated to us when we 
were infants. Stories associated with some trees around us in which wrong doers were
cursed by rishis (saints) and and turned into these trees but to be redeemed of their sins
later by Lord Vishnu in one of His reincarnations.
Stories which had amazing but unnoticed facts like why the leaves of a Peepal tree
shook even when there would be no breeze and the air was still.
Or why does the silk cotton tree also have thorns in it.
Also about how the fragrant Harsingaar/Paarijaat was cunningly brought to the earth 
from heaven by none other than Lord Krishna.
Thus this book till date remains my favourite  even when my son has outgrown it long ago.
For i am able to still regale kids of that same impressionable age with all of my mom's stories
about trees, shrubs and plants. My sincere thanks to this book for making me awesome in that.


According to this book  another reference about the special status of Shami tree is in 
the Rigvedas. The Vedas have endowed the Shami tree with the property to create fire.
According to a Rigvedic legend Pururavas, the ancestor of the Lunar race
of kings ( Chandravanshis) which included Kurus and Pandavas , generated the primeval
fire by rubbing together the two branches of the Shami tree and the Ashvattha tree 
also known as the Peepal tree in Hindi ( Ficus religiosa). 


Then during the age of the Rajput kings, the King would go in a procession to worship
the tree on the tenth day of Dashehera. He would further liberate a blue Jay (also known as
Neelkanth in Hindi ) as the Neelkanth was the sacred bird of Lord Rama.
It is believed that the Neelkanth bird is yet another manifestation of Lord Shiva and
those who get to spot a Neelkanth on the Vijayadashami day are very fortunate
as they will get all their wishes fulfilled. Strange phenomenon though that they would be
out of sight on this particular day, no matter where you looked. But could be seen easily 
on other days.


In the Deccan however the Marathas shoot arrows on to this tree and later put the
falling leaves into their turbans.


In Punjab, when the bridegroom goes to fetch his bride home he plucks a branch 
from this tree to ward off evil spirits that lurk around to interfere with the wedding
rites.


The essence of all these regional lore being the same,  symbolizing safety
and well being and emerging unscathed both from physical enemies and those
that dwell in the form of bad spirits.


All this and many many more in this favorite book of mine which i treasure 
like a prized possession.
One tree and so many legends both mythological and folk.
It is fascinating because just like our holy scriptures have mentioned
it, the preface to the first chapter which is the story of Paarijaat
says,"...all plants are created from the hair of Brahma, the creator."


Surely the book that i am talking about is by Maneka Gandhi  and Yasmin Singh and it is called
' Brahma's Hair '.

  
i on my part feel proud to be a part of that culture which has taught me through the years
to revere all creatures of the earth. i am actually a devotee of this rich heritage which has
forever imparted the wisdom of protecting nature and nurturing it.
The world might be getting more alert now on conservation and the irreparable
damages caused by disturbing the biodiversity but i hail from that land where the
significance of ecological balance in it's richest form has been sounded like a clarion call
from times immemorial.
The strong and clear message about trees emanating positive energy
and protecting us from all maladies physical and mental is embedded into all our rituals.

Just like the rest of my genre for a very long time i used to treat all these aspects
as  magical stories and will not deny that they sounded just too fantastic.
And can't put my finger really as to when that transition occurred when i started sensing
the powers of nature. It has been very therapeutic for me.
For when i am really very down in the dumps and nothing can lift my spirits, not even
food, i find that the trees and plants bring me back to my own joie de vivre.
No one forced me to do so and it happened quite automatically that learnt the
sacred chants for Holy Basil and the Peepal tree. And now with the help of this blog
which required some research i have learnt the shloka for the Shami tree.
Good for me...for what could be more energizing and invigorating for me
on this Maha Saptami day than the realization that i have learnt so much today.
Care to join me in this...then let's start...
Shami shamyate paapam
           Shami shatruvinashini l

Arjunasyadhanurdhaari

           raamsya priyadarshini ll

Karishyamaanayatraayaa
           Yayakaalam Sukham Mayaa l

Tatranirvighnakrtritvam
           bhava shriraamapujitaa ll


And before i quit let me wish you a Very Happy and Fulfilling Navaratri
JAI Kalaratri Maa !! JAI Maa !! JAI Ambe Bhavaani Maa !!

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                         http://pugukwakiki.com/joomla/index.php/nature/forest-reserves/pugu-hillls-50-trees
                         http://www.ecosensorium.org/2009/07/worshipping-shami.html
                         http://www.itslife.in/tag/shami-tree
                         http://www.rupapublications.co.in/client/Book/BRAHMAS-HAIR.aspx

Of Cows and Crisis and Maa Shakti

i have just been through some difficult times lately and went through the moves as any person would but that just got me analysing about how well equipped or ill equipped i am to handle crisis. Whether i make the best of my faculties or i buckle under pressure? Some one just told me few years back...not someone but my Dad actually that when faced with crisis generally two things happen. Either your strength magnifies or you feel helpless, and just too weak to do anything about it . This he explained by narrating an incident that happened while he was tending to his favourite cows in the cow-shed.

He started by keeping one and in about a couple of years was the proud owner of six cows all Jersey and four calves when he was beset by this crisis which caught him quite unawares and just too suddenly.

That particular heifer was a baby of the first Jersey he had bought and she was just like her mother in all manners except one. Dark but not black with a light spot on her forehead she was endowed with the same physical attractiveness of her mother but unlike her mother was not as obedient and gentle. She was what one would call a demanding character and would want her mother's attention constantly. You could see the sibling rivalry loud and clear when another calf joined the family. If left unattended she would hurry next to her mother, nudge her and demand to be licked and fondled and sometimes even try to suckle her. She would even try to kick her brother away. Thanks to my Dad he would laugh at all her antics just like he would while watching the antics of a baby and made it a point that we participated as a spectators to have a clear view of all that drama that ensued.  i in turn would be amazed by this display of so much of a  human trait in what we call animals.
'' She is a baby and will outgrow her childishness once she becomes a mother herself ..." he would say talking to her gently and pulling her back and fixing her to her allotted space in the cow shed. Trying to divert her from her mother, Dad would make earnest attempts to fill her feeding trough with lots of greens including spinach left overs and a pot pourri of other nutritious greens. Sometimes adding a generous dash of honey to her mix of hay and mustard oil cake. On his attempts to cajole the angry overgrown baby rarely would he succeed but most times he had to bear her constant mooing which was her cry of rebellion.

This particular incident to demonstrate human ability to combat crisis concerns this heifer and my Dad when that heifer was now a young mother. This may sound strange but even after turning into a mother the heifer did something which no one could ever imagine. It sounds incredible to all i have narrated this story to, but not to me because i have seen what that young mother would do. We were just too casual and amused by her strangeness and thought her more to be a freak but never once thought of getting her strangeness photographed . i am sure if we did, our heifer would be occupying a proud place in the records probably in the one which gives a chronicle of amazing and incredible facts.

This is what she would do- lift her hind legs and suckle her own milk.
Sounds incredible. But that's exactly what she did. And regarding her motherly instincts she was still worse. She was hopeless.
We never saw her fondling her own calf rather the first time the baby was brought for feeding she tried to kick the baby away. Her behaviour perturbed everyone and as situation demanded there were now two major contraptions that were most necessary something like a life-jacket when dealing with her.
a) A strong jute net that covered her mouth as soon as her feeding got over.
b) A strong  lengthy rope to be hung just by her side and used to tie her hind  legs criss cross in such a way that she would be unable to kick the calf while he would suckle her during the timely feeds.

That particular day it so happened that after feeding her, my Dad and the other man who tended the cows  got a bit diverted towards another cow who was creating a ruckus with her constant mooing.
The young mother was left unattended , untethered and as her freedom would have it, she sauntered off to a nice shady patch near the cow shed and raised her hind legs and started suckling her own milk completely oblivious of her calf who was calling out to her for being fed.
That constant cry of the calf made my Dad look around to see why that calf was crying out incessantly. Probably the poor baby was trying to draw attention towards the crime being committed or was trying to stop his mother for denying him his share. Whatever but his cries jolted my Dad to alertness.
He and the other man were out of their wits to see the young mother drinking her own milk to God's glory.
So he shouted at her and along with other man who tended the cows rushed to that shady patch where the young mother was.
As soon as he got near and tried to pull her neck by the rope with which she would be tethered, all this while shouting, " Aye badmaash !! badmaaaash !! to distract her, she charged at him. i must mention here that all along her growing up, my Dad had been very patient and gentle with her. He had never reprimanded her rather found her just too endearing in all that she did. Mostly she amused him in her strangeness. Sometimes though he just mulled about her weird ways trying to equate it with a sense of insecurity that kids have who suckle their thumb to sleep or just suckle their thumb when left alone.

My father got taken aback and before he could move back he lost his balance and fell down.
She in her fury wanted to trample my father by her front hooves as not by one but both her hooves were raised and just at that moment the unique phenomenon of crisis magnifying your strength  happened for my Dad.
He was on the ground lying flat on his back and for protection he raised his hands with his palms stretched out and with all his strength grabbed her hooves and pushed her back.
She lost her balance needed to strike and by the time she could steady herself to attack once more the other man had already got hold of her.
Although my Dad always thought that a cow without horns looks pathetic and that he had bought a Jersey for the simple fact that he thought about the manageable milk yield,  low maintenance cost and that it was a good breed to domesticate,  he would've thanked lord Almighty that day that this Jersey was hornless.

Now i don't know if my conjecture was the same as his because it depends on what you call a crisis but one thing is definite."Every little thing counts in a crisis." ~ Jawaharlal Nehru.
My Dad and his narration stayed with me all the while as i tended to my crisis and each time i thought that just like anyone else who buckle under pressure i did too but more than that i was also richly endowed with the faculties to see me through the crisis and emerging more confident after that. 
                            
Just relieved  now when that awful time passed not without giving me yet another sense of enlightenment that i thought better to share than just remember my Dad and his sermon about crisis.

It just happens that you would be surrounded by negative thoughts and the strongest being of fear. Very naturally all dreadful thoughts will stealthily get hold of you and you start imagining a lot worse. But you have to battle it out. What is the best available... and within your reach... you do... this best available could be the simplest of the reflexes that is within all of us. And that simple thing could be what counts at that particular moment. For when my husband fell unconscious and i was in the state of panic...the simplest i could do was to battle the panic out and tell myself again and again..." No nothing will go wrong he'll be alright...he'll be alright..."
Then of course the wifely duty of tending to him while he was admitted in the hospital...nursing and motivating him to fight back...being vigilant and attentive both to his needs and to the doctor's instructions.
The simplest i could do then was to use all my positive energy to fight back the bad thoughts...to look strong and pretend that it was just some common cold and he will get over with it in a few days.
 We will get to cross the river when we reach it...that is if that situation comes when the river has to be crossed.
Thankfully the situation never arrived and his condition improved so much so that when the reports looked positive we were allowed to bring him home.
He is all well now and when playing ludo with him or just being by his side as he recuperates from his extreme weakness i keep thinking about crisis and thanking everyone...all those whose blessings i have with me to see me through...my Dad
Then my friends who not only provided me with valuable inputs which should be the main theme of my next blog.
And last but not the least that power which many people call by Maa Shakti who dwelled in me even when i  succumbed to a slumber of tiredness.

"Yaa Devii Sarvabhuuteshhu Maatrirupena Sansthitah
Yaa Devii Sarvabhuuteshhu Shaktirupena Sansthitah
Yaa Devii Sarvabhuuteshhu Shaantirupena Sansthitah
Namastasyaih Namastasyaih Namastasyaih Namo Namah"

Meaning: Goddess Durga is omnipresent. She is the personification of Universal Mother. She is a Mother, who is present everywhere and who is embodiment of power and energy. Great mother, who is present everywhere and who is embodiment of Peace. I bow to that mother, I bow to Durga, I bow to Shakti.

So when the crisis is upon you, remember that God, like a trainer of wrestlers, has matched you with a tough and stalwart antagonist... That you may prove a victor at the Great Games. ~ Epictetus



Just something about Jersey cows for those interested:

About Jersey Cows

By an eHow Contributor

About Jersey Cows

Jersey cows are one of the most recognizable breeds of cows, seen as a sea of honey brown roaming vast green pastures around the world. Valued for their small size, easy-going temperament and their milk--high in butterfat--Jersey cows are the product of years of careful breeding and cultivation.

Read more: About Jersey Cows | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/facts_4744906_jersey-cows.html#ixzz11qZ1be36



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