Sunday, 24 June 2012

The Rainbow in My Heart - an ode to unrequited love

The other day I was talking to a close friend of mine about broken relationships and broken hearts. I heard some very romantically heart-wrenching real life incidents during that conversation. Things about people moving on and never looking back at the devastation they caused. Stories of people living in the present clinging on to the memories of their past. Of people who are never able to move on. Of people who move on in the blink of an eyelid. Of relations that were meant to materialize and didn't -causing immense suffering to all involved. Of relations that weren't meant to materialize and did - again causing immense suffering to all involved.

I am not unromantic myself. I feel too deeply. I care too much. Though I reasoned out with my friend using cold logic and said that I do not advocate people wasting their entire lives for the sake of unrequited love...in my heart I can understand how it feels to be discarded, rejected and left behind...to be made a partner for some vividly colored warm days and then, to be left alone forever...to face the cold, grey days of loneliness. 
I haven't tasted it yet,but I know its bitter. I haven't touched such loneliness, yet I know it is cold. I haven't seen such devastation with my own eyes, but I know it's shade is a morbid, dirty grey.

Here's a poem. Dedicated to all those who have loved from the depth of their beings, from their core, from the deepest reaches of their heart...to those who know that irrespective of whether lovers meet or not...life and time aren't powerful enough to wipe all the remembrances away. Once touched by the rainbow hues of romantic love, a part of your soul will forever be vividly colored...no matter how grey the cold days of loneliness. A part of your being, somewhere deep inside, will be a tiny rainbow, as long as you live.

(pssst....this is the first non rhyming poem I have composed. I didn't have much regard for non rhyming poems till late. But I am opening up now!)


The Rainbow in My Heart

I

I still remember
Those days of old
When you and I
Walked hand in hand
Along sea shores
Collecting shells
Milky white and Chocolate brown
And oyster shells
No pearls inside
All cream and beige
And then we found 
One rainbow hued


Those days of old
When you and I
Walked hand in hand
Through green fields
Collecting flowers
Red and white
Purple, blue
Yellow and pink
With pollen dust
and fragrant dew
And then we found
One rainbow hued


When the days were young
And so were we
And hand in hand
We walked along
Through winding lanes
Treading gently
On fallen leaves
"rustle" "rustle"
Yellow, Orange
Autumnal shades
And then we found 
One rainbow hued


Borne along
In the cool breeze
Of virgin nights
You and I
Walked along
Hand in hand
Counting stars,
Little lamps
On ink blue sky
And those that fell
On Earth's breast
And then we found
One rainbow hued


On lazy, cozy winter noons
Wrapped in fluffy
Cashmere wool
You and I 
Walked along
Hand in hand
Watching birds
And counting them
Robins and sparrows
Parrots and koels
Flamingos too
And then we found 
One rainbow hued


On evenings drenched 
In the silver light
Of a full moon bright
You and I 
Walked along
Hand in hand
Picking pebbles
On railway tracks
Black ,white, grey
Shiny, round
And cool and smooth
And then we found
One rainbow hued


I can still feel
The first rainfall
That drenched us both
You and me
Our hands entwined
Loving the sight
Of raindrops weaving
Myriad patterns
On spider webs
Countless drops
Diamond flecks
And then we found 
One rainbow hued


In the warm circle
Of your arms
I first felt
Whatever it feels
When heart and mind
Lose partnership
When across distances
Meet two pairs 
Of restless eyes
That moment divine
Coloured my life
With vivid tints
All rainbow hued

II

Nothing lasts
Forever, I know
The brightest rainbows
Fade with time
And leave behind
Moments covered
With layers of dust 
The dust of time
Can't wipe this dust
It gets in the eyes
And tears fall
Salty droplets
Just a few
And amongst them one
Is rainbow hued


The shells collected
From the sands of time
The flowers - Red, White
Yellow, Blue
Fallen leaves and broken stars
And birds that have now flown away
The pebbles remain 
With me, still
But the raindrops 
On the spider's web?
I cannot find!
My arms outstretched
And your's withdrawn
I am a stranger now
To those restless eyes


But I am coloured
From head to toe
Violet, Indigo
Blue and Green
Yellow, Orange
And passionate Red
All rainbow colours
I stole from you
Oh! Owner of
My heart and soul
Just tell me once
You need not speak
A nod will do
Is a part of you
Still rainbow hued?

- Pallavi, 24th June 2012, Pune


Do you have such a personal rainbow somewhere in your heart too? Do you know someone who has?

No matter what the nature of your love story is, I hope you rate forgiveness and kindness towards the object of your affection, the highest on the list of virtues. Love that doesn't mold us into superior, better, more forgiving, kinder persons; cannot be love in its truest form. 

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Sunday, 12 February 2012

The Muse of the Taj - Mumtaz Mahal


17th of June in the year 1631.
It was a warm night in Burhanpur, a small Deccan town in present day Madhya Pradesh, and the most important woman in the sub-continent was about to give birth to her fourteenth child. It was not the place for her to be in. She belonged to the luxuries of Agra, not a war camp in Burhanpur. Yet, there she was, where her husband, the most important man in the sub-continent, was stationed to suppress a rebellion.

No one was excessively worried because her thirteen previous pregnancies had been pretty smooth and uncomplicated. Though seven children had either died at birth or within a few years, the mother had been in perfect health. (and why not? She was no ordinary woman, she was the sweetheart and chief queen of the heir apparent to the Mughal throne, Khurram - later Shah Jahan).

But this time, the slight shadow of doubt that gnawed at everyone's heart was that she was thirty eight  years old....almost forty. Certainly not a proper age for having children. Oh! But nothing could happen to Mumtaz Mahal. The Emperor's dearest consort. Why! The whole empire might collapse if anything happened to her. Who knows what Shah Jahan might do if he lost Mumtaz. Nah! She would come out of this slightly complicated pregnancy unscathed.

And yet, Mumtaz Mahal died.

And the baby she gave birth to, Gauhara Begum, lived. Lived till the age of 75 years. And lived with the accusation of having snatched away the empire's and the emperor's most precious jewel.

"After the passing of midnight...a daughter was born to that tree of the orchard of good fortune, Mumtaz Mahal, whereupon her feverish temperature transgressed the bounds of moderation...This unexpected incident and soul rending disaster filled the world with bewilderment.." - From "Badshah Nama" by Abdal Hamid Lahauri - as quoted by W.E. Begley and Z.A.Desai - Taj Mahal: The Illumined Tomb

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I am with an elderly lady. Her hair is white with experience and wisdom and her wrinkles only make her look more pleasant and motherly. She is simply dressed, though I am told that she wields immense power within the walls of the Mughal zenana and has a considerable income. But she has no airs. She is simple, warm and welcoming. Why not? After all, the story I have requested her to narrate is her own favorite too.

Her name is Sati-un-Nissa. Chief lady-in-waiting and personal attendant to Empress Mumtaz Mahal, from the time before she became an empress. She was also a teacher and governess to the empress'  children.

Sati-un-Nissa Begum is from a highly educated Persian family. She is a scholar herself, they say. Though not much of a looker, she is as perfect an assistant and as perfect a nanny as any new empress and young mother could wish for. She knows exactly what to say and what to do. And what not to say and what not to do!

So..from the beginning please.Its comforting to settle down cozily on richly woven cushions with a plate of the choicest dry fruits to munch on and an ornate glass of cool Khus sherbet...I always had a thing for such languid, comfortable story telling sessions. Only this time...it isn't a story...it all happened....centuries ago...for real. (And no! I do not smoke the hookah.)

"It was a love and arranged marriage."

That's new! No rebellion against the father? Isn't it mandatory for all Mughal princes to rebel against their daddy to win throne and ladylove?(my mind is partly fed on Hindi movies like Mughal-e-Azam and Taj Mahal). No schemes and scandals?

"Can I please continue in my own way, without unnecessary interruptions?" Sati-un-Nissa says in a strict, teacher like tone.

"Arjumand Bano was the daughter of Asaf Khan, Noor Jahan's brother. That made her Noor Jahan's niece. A position that sometimes went for her and sometimes against her."

"Noor Jahan was the most powerful Empress in the entire history of Mughals. She had Jahangir entirely under her control and was used to never-seen-before privileges like holding durbaars, giving orders to the army, signing the royal decrees and getting coins minted in her name. She was as famous for her tantrums, her temper and her shrewd political intellect as for her beauty and charms."

I know...I just wrote a long article on her. :)

"Noor Jahan had a daughter from her previous marriage to a Subedaar of the Burdwaan district in Bengal, Sher Afghan. Her name was Ladli Begum and she was forever under her ambitious and dazzling mother's shadow. But Noor Jahan had grand plans for her daughter."

"She was keen to make sure that her bloodline would intermingle with that of the royal Mughals for at least another generation. She carefully studied the four sons of Jahangir, with a hawk's eye...to determine who was being preened to become the next emperor."

"The eldest son, Prince Khusrau was already married and he was blind. Blinded by his own father as a punishment for trying to revolt earlier in life. The second prince, Parwez was hardly seen in Agra and was a Subedaar of some distant province near Surat. He was notorious for his love of narcotics and bribes. The youngest prince Shahryar was weak. He was called nashudani - good for nothing."

The one that remained then, was the handsome, brave, strong and well educated Khurram. The third son of Jahangir. It was Prince Khurram whom Noor Jahan earmarked for her daughter.

Ladli Begum must marry the Emperor's favourite son, Prince Khurram, and become Empress.

"Yes. Noor Jahan went to great lengths trying to secure Khurram's romantic affection for her daughter Ladli. To her eyes, nothing could be better. Ladli married to a brave prince who had a great royal career waiting for him. But fate had other plans."

Destiny was to usurp Noor Jahan's plan...in the form of her own niece - the exquisitely beautiful and almost ethereal Arjumand Bano.

Sati-un-Nissa's eyes light up at the mere mention of Arjumand.The memories she has of the deceased empress must be really fond.

"All the beauty in Noor Jahan's family seemed to be condensed in Arjumand. Not only beauty of the form but also immense beauty of the soul. She walked on such light nimble feet that it felt she was floating in the air and she was ever so gentle with her words. If you ever saw Arjumand laugh, you'd want to laugh with her.She was like a beam of sunshine."

"She was merely 14 years old when he first saw her. He was just a year older than her.She was Ladli's cousin and friend and often visited the royal zenana quarters. The first time their eyes met, they were besotted with each other.Totally smitten. I am sure he must have inquired about who she was and then gone running to his father, the Emperor Jahangir, to declare that he really really liked Arjumand."

That simple?

"Khurram was Jahangir's dearest son. He had constantly proven his merit to his father and appeared noble, rational, intelligent and a deft warrior. Khurram's wish wasn't to be taken lightly."

"Empress Noor Jahan was not very pleased, understandably. She knew Ladli did not stand the remotest chance if there was to be a competition for Khurram's attention between her and Arjumand. She tried to pressurize her husband into ordering Khurram to marry Ladli."

But that obviously didn't quite work out, did it?

"The concoction of love, beauty and youth is the most powerful and dangerous potion in the world."

"Much as he was controlled by Noor Jahan, Emperor Jahangir was wise enough to see that. Why? Hadn't he himself got into trouble more than once with his own father, Emperor Akbar, over matters of the heart? He asked the young prince if he wished to marry Ladli. And Khurram refused in the politest possible manner. He only had eyes for Arjumand."

So what did Noor Jahan do?

"Oh she was clever beyond her years. She was not the one to be fooled by that thing called love. She calculated shrewdly and drew a compromise. If not daughter, then let it be the niece! Arjumand too was family after all. Her bloodline would still remain royal."

"And who knew? Khurram might not become emperor in the end.She now set her eyes on the simpleton Shahryar.With a little maneuvering, Ladli could still be empress...if Shahryar became emperor."

In the year 1607, Arjumand Bano, the daughter of Mirza Asaf Khan, the niece of Empress Noor Jahan, was engaged to be married to Prince Khurram, the third son of Emperor Jahangir.

"But they couldn't marry immediately. She was 14 and he was 15 when they were engaged. Emperor Jahangir had made promises to rulers and governors of other lands. Promises of marrying off his brightest son Khurram to their daughters, in order to become political allies."

"Through such political promises of the emperor, Prince Khurram married Akbarabadi Mahal and Kandahari Mahal. Kandahari Mahal Begum was the daughter of Muzaffar Hussain Mirza, the governor of Qandahar. Khurram was polite to them and fulfilled his conjugal duties. He made sure they were never out of money or fine jewels. But the person whose company his heart craved for was undoubtedly Arjumand."

Finally, after court astrologers calculated a wedding date for them, to ensure a happy marriage, five years after their engagement to each other, in 1612, Prince Khurram and Arjumand Bano were married.

"Oh it was a beautiful wedding. The bride looked like a dream and the groom couldn't be happier. I won't say it was the grandest wedding in all Mughal history, but it was full of joy and laughter. The preparations and the celebrations spanned an entire month. Everyone was more or less pleased with Arjumand and Khurram's wedding."

"Few marriages in polygamous households have been so happy....Arjumand Banu...surrendered her mind and soul to her husband..." - Beni Prasad - The History of Jahangir


"It was a very successful, very happy marriage." Sati-un-Nissa pauses, as she reminisces the royal romance she has witnessed from such close quarters.

"He bestowed upon Arjumand the title of Mumtaz Mahal. The best jewel of the palace. The Chosen One of the Palace."

"The pleasure and pride that filled their eyes whenever they so much as looked at each other was boundless."

I know from my own research into the Shah Jahan - Mumtaz Mahal story that right after his marriage to Arjumand, Khurram gained immense success in his military campaigns on behalf of his father, Jahangir. It was Jahangir who granted the young prince the honorific title of "Shah Jahan" in the year 1617, announcing publicly that he was indeed favored over and above his brothers as the heir apparent.

"But still, Khurram rebelled."

In 1622, Khurram, supported by the arch-enemy of Noor Jahan, Mahabat Khan, declared war on the imperial army. Arjumand was with him. Wherever he went, all the time, everywhere. And she was pregnant.

Why should he rebel, one thinks? He was already the favourite of the emperor, he already had his Arjumand...then why did he rebel against his father like most of his predecessors before him?

"Do not forget, Empress Noor Jahan was still the "power behind the throne". When she could not get her own daughter Ladli married to Khurram, she turned her favours and attention to Prince Shahryar. Shahryar was now Ladli's husband and so she pushed his case forward with Emperor Jahangir. Who was by now ill and totally dependent on Noor Jahan and opium." Sati-un-Nissa's voice is soft and cautious. As if she still fears the long gone Empress Noor Jahan might hear her and punish her.

"Khurram was now a man with a purpose. He had his Arjumand who kept telling him that he indeed was the best of the Mughal princes and that the only wish she had was to see him on the throne of Agra.A family man, with a loving wife and small children, Khurram now had to stand up and fight for what was rightfully his.He did not want to remain a by stander to Noor Jahan's sovereignty. He had to prove himself to Arjumand."

"Through those treacherous days and dangerous nights, in the rough terrains of the unfamiliar Deccan plateau, while Khurram planned his rebellion with a handful of trusted men, while he fought the hopelessness of the idea of challenging the mighty imperial army, it was Arjumand who kept him company. Faithful and rock steady.Not for a moment did she let him drown in pessimism. She never complained about her personal discomfort. Every ounce of courage Arjumand had, at this delicate time, she shared with her beloved husband Khurram."

This only strengthened the bond of faith and mutual dependence between Khurram and Arjumand. Their marriage had stood the test of tough times.

Finally, after struggling for five whole years, in a very hard won victory, in the year 1627, Shah Jahan (Khurram) became the fifth Mughal Emperor of one of the world's mightiest and largest empires.

"Nobody, but nobody could have been happier than Arjumand. Her dream to see her husband successful was fulfilled. And then, once on the throne himself, how could Shah Jahan forget that one woman who had fueled the fire of his success and happiness? He declared Mumtaz Mahal his Badshah Begum, the chief lady of the court and gave her the imperial seal - Muhr Uza."

"But privately he always called her Arjumand. Both of them preferred it that way.They read to each other, discussed philosophy and she sang to him when they were alone. She never pulled him away from the duties of the court...instead she took immense pride in the fact that her husband was proving himself to be an able ruler." Sati-un-Nissa smiles indulgently.

"And when free from work, it is anybody's guess whom Shah Jahan spent his time with. Arjumand. Mumtaz Mahal."

At this juncture, I want to go a little deeper than just the popularly known love story. What made Mumtaz Mahal the way she was? Her Aunt Noor Jahan was notorious for her political ambition. Her father and brother too were prominent members of the court. She could have used her powers on Khurram and her powers as Empress in any way she wished. Then why did Mumtaz Mahal remain a quiet supporter all her life?

"Arjumand was made of a different material altogether.Her love and respect for Shah Jahan were genuine. The true affection of childhood sweethearts. She wasn't the one to use her famous husband to fulfill her own political ambitions." says Sati-un-Nissa. And I am ready to take her word for this. For it was she who helped the young wife, mother and inexperienced empress to run everything smoothly.

"Arjumand was intelligent.Very intelligent in her own way. She had grown up watching her aunt, Empress Noor Jahan. And she did not approve of her unhindered ambition in a male dominated society. She didnot approve of how Noor Jahan made life complicated for everyone around herself. Arjumand knew, that sooner or later, with the kind of powerful enemies she was making, Noor Jahan would fall flat on her face. The men did not like taking orders from her and they doubly did not like the way she influenced Jahangir."

"Arjumand therefore carefully charted her own way to stardom. Super stardom. She knew that love kept people alive in public memory for a longer time that hatred or fear. And that's what she did. Conquered by love."

I know this for sure that Mumtaz Mahal was not only famous for her divine beauty but also for her graceful and kind nature. There were quite a lot of times she intervened on behalf of the poor and the destitute.In fact many believe that after his ascension to the throne, when Shah Jahan put his step mother Noor Jahan on trial, he was so furious that he was about to give her the death sentence. Till a gentle word from Mumtaz Mahal reminded him that he ought to be nobler than what his step mother had been. That intervention, that act of kindness by the Mumtaz saved Noor Jahan's life and she was exiled to Lahore.

Understood. Mumtaz Mahal or Arjumand as I prefer to call her, was angelic. Intelligent yet good natured. But I want to know what drew Shah Jahan so strongly to her. He did have other wives. And a Mughal harem was always full of dancing girls and concubines. So why was he so attracted to Arjumand? So much that he totally neglected his other wives. Like TOTALLY.
(Shah Jahan did marry other wives even after his marriage to Arjumand, but again, all of them were political marriages. He could never feel for any of them the way he felt for Arjumand.The wives that came after Arjumand were - Hasina Begum, Moti Begum, Qusida Begum, Fatehpuri Mahal Begum, Sarhindi Begum and Srimati Manbhavati Baiji Lal Sahiba)

Ever since Khurram got married to Arjumand his relation with the other wives,


"...was nothing more than just the status of marriage. The intimacy, deep affection, attention and favour which His Majesty had for the cradle of excellence (Mumtaz) exceeded by a thousand times what he felt for any other.." - Motamid Khan - Iqbal Namah-e-Jahangiri


"Has anybody been able to decipher the secrets of a happy marriage?" smiles Sati-un-Nisaa

"Tell me, in your mythology, there is this flute playing God Krishna. I read that he had countless milkmaid girlfriends and admirers, three wives and sixteen thousand women whom he rescued from the clutches of some demon king and married only for namesake. Is that true?"

And yet, its only Radha who is the constant companion of Krishna. In our prayers at least.

That is a new angle! I never thought of it that way. Despite the presence of many women in his life,Krishna's eternal love story was with Radha. Despite three wives, Rukmini, Satyabhama and Jamwanti, who were major beauties in their own right and despite all the women who literally swooned over him, for thousands of years, we have always worshipped and cherished Krishna with his childhood sweetheart Radha.

Could it have been the same way with Khurram and Arjumand? That despite manifold temptations and distractions, in times of happiness and sadness they only reached out to each other? That Shah Jahan had found his soul mate in Mumtaz Mahal? May be not. But may be! One has to keep an open mind!

"As a boy, Shah Jahan grew up in a palace full of women who kept no stone upturned to be the centre of the Emperor's attention.When he was a baby, he was taken from his own mother Jagat Gosini, and handed over to his grandmother Queen Ruqayya Sultan Begum, a wife of Emperor Akbar. Just because she felt lonely and wanted to have a kid around her to keep herself occupied. He never got the affection of his own mother. In fact, he did not even know who his biological mother was till very late."

"In his impressionable growing up years, Khurram saw the royal women do little less other than throwing grand tantrums, spending fortunes on themselves, trying to beautify their forms when no natural beauty was left and scheming and scheming and scheming. Sometimes the schemes were harmless enough like one woman  eavesdropping on another and sometimes, they ranged from smuggling unauthorized and illicit lovers into the harem, to causing deliberate miscarriages and induced abortions through herbal poisons and even murder. On tip toes of course. When such things happened, everyone came under suspicion, but hardly anyone was ever caught."

Wow! Mughal harems must have been rather interesting places! Everyone was out for everyone else's life. Since their very existence and the favours they enjoyed depended solely on their proximity to the emperor, there was nothing that grand mothers, mothers, step mothers, sisters, wives, concubines, mistresses, daughters  would not do to make sure they alone were close enough to the sovereign. From back biting and seducing  to downright poisoning.

"And then Khurram saw Noor Jahan, his step-mother. Though initially he was one of her supporters, because he thought her to be wiser and more astute than the Emperor himself, slowly he got embittered by her constant domination over all royal matters."

"And as a young prince, Khurram never quite understood the deep bond between his father Jahangir and that woman who came from nowhere and started ordering everyone about, Noor Jahan. He was forever in the dilemma. How could his father become so attached and so dependent on a woman who too would probably start scheming at the first given opportunity."

Anyone can imagine the image of women the young prince had in his mind from his growing up days. He must have determined never to take any woman seriously, never to take any woman beyond the bed, to his heart - or else they would turn into nasty, scheming, poison spewing vixens who'd ruthlessly use him to get their will done.Till he met the divine Arjumand.

"It took him very long to actually believe that Arjumand, with all that ethereal beauty that she possessed, was a very normal girl, who wished nothing more than to have a happy marriage and who actually prayed for her husband's success."

"Perhaps the fact that Arjumand had grown up in a normal family with a doting father and a loving mother, in a stable home, away from the palace zenana, away from the grandeur and power play, contributed to the fact that she was immensely well mannered, simple and good natured, didn't bother to spend her time scheming and planning wicked things and was pleased at simple acts of affection. She was no Noor Jahan. And that's how she remained till the very end."

"And this is what drew Shah Jahan magnetically to Mumtaz, even after they had many children and many years of marriage between them. When she said she cared for him, he knew no one could have cared better or cared more. He knew he could depend on her.She would never try to snatch power by unfair means or try to dominate. She had stood with him when he was facing the imperial wrath. She still stood with him when he was emperor himself. With her support, and her love, he actually felt like his title - Shah Jahan - the king of the world!"

Hmm...sigh...really, Mumtaz Mahal shouldn't have died. (An acutely selfish part of me thinks that we'd never have the lovely Taj Mahal if she hadn't.Bad me!!)

Perhaps it was the punishment Shah Jahan got for killing his own brothers and cousins to establish his right on the throne. (Not that they were any good themselves. Mostly useless.) In fact, so stark was the flip of fate that Shah Jahan lost his dearest Mumtaz in the very same town of Burhanpur, where once he had murdered his blind and almost demented brother Khusrau.

But it is unfair to sit in 2012 and judge people who lived in 1600s.  Judging historical people by modern standards is not correct. And moreover, one cannot be a ruler and yet be too kind. At least to people who he knows will draw out their daggers the moment his back is turned.There is a famous saying "Kingship knows no kinship".The famous Emperor Asoka was very cruel before turning to Buddhism after the devastating war of Kalinga (where he was the person who caused the devastation). So I am not sure how high Shah Jahan rates on the cruelty meter.(If you are already hinting at the story of his order of chopping off the fingers/hands of the construction workers who built the Taj, I am dealing with that a little later.)

But we'll go back to the rest of Sati-un-Nissa's narration.

"They had become Emperor and Empress after a very hard struggle. And they were determined to enjoy the happiness they both had fought for so long. But it was not to be."

"Arjumand, with whom Shah Jahan had wanted to share every bit of his joys as new emperor, was Empress for only four years. Death soon crept up stealthily on the happy couple."

It was such a shock to Shah Jahan that Mumtaz was no more, that he didn't believe it for many days after her death. He simply locked himself up in a room, refusing food and water, thinking that may be when he opened the door, the nightmare would be over and everything would be as it was. Mumtaz would be there, with her ready smile.

So great was his grief that court historians have recorded, he was not seen in court for a week, and for the next two years gave up listening to music, wearing luxurious jewels or even clothes of any other colour than white. He even considered giving up his throne immediately and living a life of seclusion.

"Even though the Incomparable Giver had conferred on us such great bounty, more than which cannot be imagined, through His grace and generosity, yet the person with who we wanted to enjoy it has gone.." - Abdal Hamid Lahauri - The Badshah Nama Of Shah Jahan 

An excerpt from a letter written by an honorary uncle of Shah Jahan reads,

"If he continued to abandon himself to his mourning, Mumtaz might think of giving up the joys of Paradise to come back to earth, this place of misery - and he should also consider the children she had left to his care"


Seventeenth century French traveler to India and a doctor, Francois Bernier recorded, that the emperor's grief at the death of the empress "crumbled his mountain like endurance" and that "when he unlocked himself from his room after many days of seclusion and mourning, his beard and hair that earlier had no more than twenty grey hair, had turned completely white from extreme shock."

The exact same incident is also recorded in the Badshah Nama, penned by Abdal Hamid Lahauri.

Is all this true?

"Yes it is." says Sati-un-Nissa.

Then she asks in a bemused tone, "But ,what do you want to believe?"

Beg your pardon?

"Its very rare to find companionship like that which existed between Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal. And so many don't want to believe it. People are more comfortable with stone-dry theories without an ounce of romance. Because that's how most people live out the entire course of their lives. Incapable of loving someone dearly and incapable of receiving love from someone."

"So eventually we believe what we think we are comfortable believing. What do you wish to believe?"

Uh oh! Sticky wicket! Much as I would like to believe it - really really believe it -my contemporary mind throws up many questions.

"You people love conspiracy theories don't you? When you have the court chronicles clearly stating Shah Jahan's love for Arjumand, you will still go looking for something sinister and come up with bizarre explanation of events."

What happened after Mumtaz's death? He did have a lot of women around him, didn't he? Am I expected to believe that Shah Jahan remained celibate from the time of Mumtaz Mahal's death till the time of his own demise? Not only do I know from my research that it wasn't so at all, even if I hadn't done any research I wouldn't buy that.

"When did I say anything like that?" Sati-un-Nissa is sounding rather amused.

"Are you confusing between physical needs and romantic love? Does anyone in your society remain celibate if their partner dies an untimely death? But does that mean they never felt anything akin to love for their partner?"

"And, is it sane, is it humane to ask the living partner to give up everything, stop feeling like a normal person just because he was unfortunate enough to loose someone special?"

Erm.....I guess not. Old Sati-un-Nissa seems to be more advanced in her thinking than I am.

"What you do not understand is, in our times polygamy was the accepted trend of the day. In fact, monogamy was an idea people weren't familiar with, neither men nor women. And for an emperor marriage was a key way of making political allies."

Shah Jahan was lost in mourning for about two years of Arjumand's death. And then he went quite wild. He was on rebound from Arjumand's loss.

"He was angry and frustrated. In every face he looked at, he desperately searched for something that resembled Arjumand. It was as if he was angry with her for leaving him before time. And so came the string of women. From the much ignored other wives, to concubines and dancing girls. For Shah Jahan to prove to Arjumand that he could live without her."

"The reality was, he couldn't. No matter who he tried to recreate that same kind of affection with, he failed miserably. These women could never replace Arjumand in Shah Jahan's life.The better he understood that fact, the sadder he became. And the sadder he was, the wilder he got. Women were brought to him in hordes and he overdosed himself with aphrodisiacs. Shah Jahan had clearly lost control over himself in a way he never had when Arjumand was around. But no matter what escape he sought, Arjumand's absence haunted him day and night."

"Why he felt so perturbed was, that being Emperor, he could literally do anything he wished. Get anything and anyone he fancied. But not that one woman who had been his solace in troubled times. Mumtaz was gone. Forever. Life would never be the same again."

With the death of Arjumand Bano, an era of bliss has ended in Shah Jahan's life. His children were growing up and two of them, Aurangzeb and Roshanara, weren't showing the right traits.He hardly looked at the way the children were turning out to be. So lost was he in his own world of alternating grief and fits of angry passion. It was only the docile, caring Jahanara who was something like her mother and it was she who took over the duties of the Badshah Begum, the chief lady of the court, after her mother's demise. Jahanara and the saintly Dara Shikoh ("Darius the magnificent") were the only two children who had the angelic traits of Mumtaz Mahal.

In the meanwhile, Shah Jahan commissioned the construction of Taj Mahal. The land was purchased from Maharaja Jay Singh in return of a large, luxurious palace Shah Jahan gave him.

I have a question here. Was it Mumtaz's dying wish to have a "monument of love" constructed in the memory of her close relationship with her husband? Or did Shah Jahan go about building it own his own?

"No one knows." says Sati-un-Nissa

"The answer could be both no and yes. No, because normally one wouldn't think that in such weak health and pain, in such crisis, Arjumand would have thought of asking Shah Jahan something like that."

"And yes because, all her life, Arjumand had been a quiet supporter. She had been in the background. Silently and devoutly dedicated to her husband's cause. But in her heart, she must have craved for some show of her influence over Shah Jahan, some display of their love for each other - as she had so resentfully and quietly seen her father-in-law Jahangir loudly exhibit for her aunt Noor Jahan by making her his co regent.So perhaps when she sensed death was near, she made that last wish. No one will ever know."

Whatever be the case, the construction of the Taj Mahal started in the year 1632. Shah Jahan was excessively and personally involved with all the details of the building. He held meetings with architects and supervisors on a daily basis.

"When the courtiers came to know that the emperor wished to create a marvelous, never-seen-before mausoleum for his beloved empress, many suggested he should build a palace of gold and silver. But that didn't appeal to Shah Jahan."

"The Taj was to be Mumtaz's final home. It was to reflect her persona. And gold and silver wouldn't have portrayed  the gentle Arjumand correctly to the world. She was too soft and those metals too loud. The way Shah Jahan visualized it, the mausoleum was to stand for everything Arjumand herself personified in his life. Peace, beauty, chastity, modesty, devotion, compassion and untarnished purity of body, mind and soul.A drop of paradise on Earth."

"It was also to be a representation of heaven, where Arjumand lived on in eternal peace."

What else could be better suited to portray such a beloved empress to the entire world, than pure, milky white and cool marble.

Makrana marble was brought all the way from Rajasthan to Agra. For the fantastic and intricate floral pietra dura work, the inlay of vividly coloured stones into the white marble, semi precious stones were brought in. Turquoise from Tibet, jasper from Cambay, malachite from Russia, Lapis Lazuli from Ceylon, Carnelian from the bazaars of Baghdad along with jade, black marble, amethyst and quartz.

"You won't believe, but even the Yamuna river, that seemed to come in the way, was carved away from her millenia old original path to curve and flow gently past the Taj."

"An entire city of twenty thousand workers, masons, stone cutters and craftsmen - Mumtazabad - was erected around the site of the building."

"There were gold wall panels inside the tomb, the main doors were solid carved silver. A gold railing surrounded the sarcophagus. And right above the sarcophagus, a velvet canopy richly embroidered with pearls, diamonds, rubies and emeralds covered the sleeping Arjumand" - Indu Sundaresan - The Feast of Roses

The Taj Mahal was finally completed in the year 1653. Twenty two years after Arjumand left Shah Jahan. Arjumand had first been buried temporarily at Burhanpur, where she died, then she was buried at Agra while the Taj was under construction. Finally, she was moved to her permanent resting place, Taj Mahal.

"By this time, Shah Jahan was weak and ailing. And still very upset about Arjumand's death. His son, Aurangzeb was getting rather desperate to be crowned king."

"Aurangzeb, then Prince Muhiuddin, always thought himself more capable than all his brothers. And he did not approve of the amount of money and time Shah Jahan spent over the Taj Mahal. He arrested his own father and imprisoned him in the Agra fort, from where, it is said, Shah Jahan kept staring at the Taj Mahal. Aurangzeb clearly thought his father had completely lost that edge an emperor ought to have to be able to command the fear and respect of his subjects."

"And may be it was really so. After Arjumand's death, Shah Jahan wasn't really the strong, brave, intelligent, fire-brand emperor he had been."

There isn't much of the narration left after this. When Shah Jahan died on 31st January 1666, he was interred in Taj Mahal, beside his beloved wife, childhood sweetheart, trusted companion, confidante and soul mate, Arjumand Bano Begum - Empress Mumtaz Mahal.

That was the beginning of the decline of the mighty empire of the Mughals, which, on the eve on Shah Jahan's death, spanned about three hundred thousand square kilometers.

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THERE IS NO HISTORICALLY VALIDATED PROOF OR REPUTED AND RELIABLE SCHOLARLY DOCUMENTATION THAT SHAH JAHAN ORDERED HIS MEN TO CUT OFF THE FINGERS/HANDS OF THE WORKERS WHO BUILT THE TAJ MAHAL.

HISTORIANS ARE IN FACT OF THE OPINION THAT IT WAS A PROPAGANDA SPREAD BY THE BRITISH, TO KEEP AWAY PEOPLE'S ATTENTION FROM THE FACT - THE VALIDATED FACT - THAT THE BRITISH DID NOT ENCOURAGE THE ART OF THE WEAVERS OF THE FINE DHAKA MUSLIN CLOTH (so fine that an entire muslin saree could pass through the hole of a ring) AND CUT OFF THE THUMBS OF THE MUSLIN WEAVERS IN DHAKA (BANGLADESH)...TO KILL THAT ART ALTOGETHER AND PROMOTE THE TRADE OF LANCASHIRE CLOTH THAT CAME FROM ENGLAND.

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Whether you believe it or not, behind the magnificent Taj Mahal, lies a love story. That kind of sublime beauty cannot be visualized and created without love being the main inspiration.

The people in the love story had their share of flaws, but they were very much in love. If not, then tell me, why is it that we cannot readily (wihout googling) name any other wife of Shah Jahan other than Mumtaz Mahal? Why was only Mumtaz chosen to be the Badshah Begum, out of all the other women in the harem? She was no royal princess, nor was her father a mighty ruler.Why is it that Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal had fourteen children together, whereas we hardly know anything about his children with the other secondary wives?
Why is it that out of all the women in the royal harem, only Mumtaz Mahal lies in the Taj? Why is it that the Taj isn't built in glaring red sandstone like all other Mughal monuments? Why is it pure white? Because that is the only colour that represents with near accuracy the kindest queen in Mughal history.
Why is it that, while all other Mughal emperors have their own very grand mausoleums, where they lie alone as the supreme sovereign, away from their spouses, Shah Jahan never bothered to commission one for himself? Why does an emperor, and a mighty one at that, lie next to his wife in a mausoleum he built for her and not for himself?

Most importantly, if we can readily believe in the love stories of movie stars, common people, people in our neighborhood, people in our colleges and offices - then why do we find it so hard to digest that a king was deeply in love with his queen?

Arjumand, the beautiful and dutiful wife of Shah Jahan, the empress for four short years, would never know, that her Khurram would go on to create the magnificent, sublime and exquisite Taj Mahal in her memory and place her in eternal sleep there. That Khurram would make sure of all Mughal women, it was the shy, gentle and loving Arjumand who would be firmly embedded in the memory of time.

She would never know that when his turn came, he would be right there beside her, like he had been in life.This time, for eternity.

If in life, she had, in even one moment of human weakness, envied her aunt - the much pampered Noor Jahan - then in death, and hundreds of years after death, posterity would remember her in tender, endearing thoughts- Empress Mumtaz Mahal - the muse of the Taj.

Like the Nobel laureate poet Rabindranath Tagore called this dream in marble - A teardrop on the cheek of time.

I grant you that Shah Jahan's exclusive adoration for Mumtaz was unfair for the other wives. They lived out their entire lives in Arjumand's shadow and even after her death, Arjumand Bano reigned supreme. But love isn't a rational feeling. You cannot feel the same way for every person in your life.Can you? You do love some more, some less and some none at all. Don't you? Remember, its always Radha and Krishna who we love to see together in our songs, metaphors and prayers....never mind all the wives of Krishna!

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Ref: The History of Jahangir - Beni Prasad
       Iqbal Namah-e-Jahangiri - Motamid Khan
       The Badshah Nama of Shah Jahan -  Abdal Hamid Lahauri
       Travels in the Mughal Empire - Francois Bernier
       Taj Mahal - The Illumined Tomb - W.E. Begley and Z.A.Desai
       Beloved Empress Mumtaz Mahal - Nina Epton
       The Feast of Roses - Indu Sundaresan
       Shadow Princess - Indu Sundaresan
       Wikipedia

Friday, 6 January 2012

The Rise and Fall of Light - Empress Noor Jahan

“Nature had endowed her with a quick understanding, a piercing intellect, a versatile temper and sound common sense. Education had developed the gifts of nature in no common degree..” -  Beni Prasad, History of Jahangir      
     
“But there was one fatal flaw in her. She was a woman.....And in the prejudice of the age, women had no public role and ambition was the prerogative of men..”  - Abraham Eraly, The Last Spring: The Lives and Times of the Great Mughals

“My darling daughter, forgive your poor Ammi. Have mercy, Allah! One who looks after the king on his throne, will look after this helpless baby in this vast desert”, Asmat Begum prayed and wept as she hid her new born girl, her fourth child, near a thorny desert bush.

Fleeing from Persia, Ghiaas Baig and his wife Asmat had lost everything they possessed. Starving themselves, they could not afford to feed another child. It was a sad decision no doubt, to leave the new born baby, born in a makeshift tent during a devastating storm, in the middle of the hot desert. But they had no choice. The other children were grown up enough to follow their parents back if they were left somewhere. Hence, the only person fit to be discarded was Mehr-un-Nisaa, the new born with eyes as blue as the cloudless summer sky.

What happened next is still hazy. Some opine that in the struggle between affection and affliction, affection won and Ghiaas and Asmat retraced their steps and rescued their baby daughter and decided to take her along for better or for worse. The other, more interesting legend is that another caravan found the discarded baby. They followed the party that had just left....which was Ghiaas and Asmat’s...and on reaching it, they asked around and handed the child over to the hapless parents. Along with a bag of gold coins to provide for her and a sound advice to never discard her again.

And this baby, once left alone to die in the desert by her own parents, would grow up to become the mightiest Empress India had ever seen. Empress Noor Jahan.

I will not bother you with dates. Dates make history boring and troublesome. Just so you can easily visualise the era that I am writing of, this much should be sufficient that Noor Jahan’s life spanned from 1577 to 1645.

At this point, let us discard prose. I am not going to write the major part of this article in prose. Noor Jahan was an accomplished poetess and thus, it will only be suitable to write about her life in poetry. I will take you from the beginning to the end of a mighty empress’s life through verses. My own verses. (And I must admit here, writing prose has never given so much pleasure to me as composing verses).

It is, I agree, a tad bit difficult to portray all incidents in such an eventful life completely in rhyming verse...not because of the scarcity of vocabulary but because a poem thus composed would be unmanageably long. In the end, prose will again come to my aid to fill in the blanks of my poem with important extracts from books of note on Empress Noor Jahan.

And I have a special treat for you in the end....a four liner poem written by the most powerful Mughal empress of India, Noor Jahan, herself. (Research! Research! Phew!)

NOOR JAHAN

Noor Jahan, in Shahdara Bagh, Lahore,
Sleeps forever on plain, cold floor
Mighty Empress of Hindostan
Bereft of all regal élan
Near her lord Jahangir’s tomb
With Ladli, the sole flower of her womb
Calm and quiet in death she lies
Withdrawn from all worldly ties

To penniless parents fleeing homeland,
Born in Qandahar’s scalding desert sand
A great storm raged to declare her birth
A girl heralding neither cheer nor mirth
Mehr-un-Nisaa, Ghiaas and Asmat’s child
Abandoned by them in the terrain wild
Saved by her Maker, the new born girl
Destined to be the brightest Mughal pearl.

In the heart of the bountiful Hindostan
The Mughal court was where her tale began
Through the paths mapped by fate and love
Mehru’s star steadily soared above
The girl once abandoned by her own
Was to be mistress of the Mughal throne
The course of this verse will unfold
Her ascent to power, written in gold

Mehru grew up bright and fair
From humble roots a blossom rare
Excelling in the arts, math, and law
A rider and archer without a flaw
Her zealous mind began to form
Notions on power, might and royal norm.
Never of her ambitions ashamed
For the moon and the stars, Mehru aimed

Enter Ali Quli Khan, a brave young man
Killed a tigress, became Sher Afghan
Asked for seventeen year old Mehru’s hand
And took her to Bengal, an eastern land
Unhappy Mehru, her royal dreams crushed
By marriage and child her free songs hushed
Domestic duties were never her style
Sad Mehru by her own fate beguiled

But one who is destined to be a star
Cannot from her own stage be far
Ali Quli Khan drew his last breath
And widowed by his sudden death
Mehru did to her beloved Agra return
Wherefrom the course of her life would turn
Now Ghiaas and Asmat’s bereaved daughter
A protégé in Begum Ruqaiyya’s quarter

It was Navroze, the New Year’s gala fest
Meena Bazar was decked up at its best
Lovely women selling stuff of dreams
Gems, silks, perfumes; all lavish extremes
Mehr-un-Nisaa, bereaved and sad, walked in
To cheer herself up in the merry din
And then she caught the eye of the man,
Who was born to rule Hindostan

When he returned that night, Prince Salim
Had in his eyes, a romantic dream
Who was that vision in flowing white?
So sad and yet so exquisitely bright?
That porcelain face, those tender arms
Who was this mistress of divine charms?
He swore she was the love of his life
And thus, became Mehru, Salim’s twentieth wife.

Emperor Jahangir, bestowed upon his girl
A title, Light of the Palace – Noor Mahal
Not the first in the king’s amorous life
But she surely was the last royal wife
With patience and sharpness, tact and skill
Shortly Noor’s wish was the Emperor’s will
Jagat Gosini, chief queen, schemed and wailed
But Salim’s promise to Mehru, never failed

Wedded to Mehru, Jahangir Salim
His visage was with love agleam
From duties of the court did hide
Lost in the magical charms of his bride
For Noor Mahal was everything condensed in one
Amongst all the stars the brilliant sun
Designer, perfumer, poetess bright
Goddess of his morn and Queen of his night

And Noor Mahal, she knew in her heart
Despite all her charms, skills, and art
Without her lord Jahangir’s loving hand
Her powers and tantrums would not stand
For the Mughal zenana was on tip toes
To destroy Jahangir’s new found rose
And yet in some years her new role began
Noor Mahal now, Light of the World, Noor Jahan

With Jahangir sunk in eternal opium haze
Given to morbid dark alcoholic ways
Noor Jahan took control of the Mughal durbar
Called in royal ministers from near and far
Threw out the rebellious Mahabat Khan
For the failing empire drew her astute plan
For she was the Queen, the Consort Royal
To her King, Lord and Country, forever loyal

In her husband’s eyes, her heightened appeal
Made her Badshah Begum, wielder of Mughal seal
Co regent of Jahangir, Empress Noor Jahan
Unmatched in title, wealth, might and élan
Never before had the Mughal world seen
Currency minted in the name of a queen
She made grand enemies, she garnered applause
Firm she remained on her King’s cause


Armies and ships did Mehru command
The Mughal world moved on her farmaan
Then came ambassador Thomas Roe
Empress Noor Jahan to him did show
The unparalleled grandeur and majesty
Of Hindostan’s great Mughal dynasty
And Roe, to England, his report did send
 “to a mighty woman’s will all bend”

A faithful wife and a loving mother
Noor Jahan did have her personal bother
For her lord’s rapidly failing health
Death would follow sickness on stealth
Her daughter Ladli, from first marriage
Was the subject of general disparage
She had neither ambition nor skill
Nor Noor’s steely, unbending will

As destiny likes to play around
Once a widow, now mistress of endless ground
In a sweeping move did Noor Jahan
Wed step son Khurram to niece Arjumand
For Ladli, her only and dearest child
She chose Prince Shahryar of manners mild
She made sure that her bloodline would
Remain royal as far as it possibly could

Days at the court and nights by the side
Of an ill husband, tired Mehru did confide
“Without you my world will cease to be
 You know not what you mean to me”
“My dearest wife,” said the drugged king
“Despite my failing health and suffering
I know my court is in the hands of the best
And therefore here I sit and rest”

“Oh Allah! Have mercy on me
My beloved ailing I cannot see
Though I am now the co-regent strong
But the path ahead is winding and long
And in every timid and unsure breath
Mehru is Salim’s in life and death”
Noor Jahan the mighty Mughal queen
Mehru at heart she had always been.

Good times have a mean, mischievous way
At the height of joy, they wane away
Noor Jahan could now foresee
Her royal career’s declining destiny
Jahangir ailing and now Khurram a rebel
Dumb Shahryar like a useless pebble
In desperate measure did the queen react
Khurram to Deccan, away she packed

That one mistake, she would later know
Caused her great regret and endless woe     
Alienated by now from her own clan
She lost the powerful Khurram “Shah Jahan”
It was finally the time for Salim’s death knell
“Goodbye my soulmate, fare thee well”
Shunned by brother Asaf and father Ghiaas Baig
Exhausted Mehru cringed with heartache.

Tables turn and stories change
All things once lucid now seemed strange
Khurram took Agra and the throne
Mehru, again abandoned by her own
Husband, father and brother, all gone
Left lonely, defeated and forlorn
A prisoner in her step son’s home
Again in a widow’s black monochrome.

Noor Jahan, dowager empress, stood up straight
Walked towards Shah Jahan in regal gait
In a public trial for her apparent “crime”
Of influencing an Emperor’s will all the time.
She stood quiet with her head held high
And took an unnoticed glance at the sky
“Salim, your Mehru is down and out
Without you I am filled with doubt”

“My lord, my master, my beloved mate
The sun has set and closed is the gate
When, beloved husband, you chose to die
Why didn’t you let me beside you lie?
Your Noor Mahal is tired, Salim,
Her life is going all downstream
For the last time, love, for your honour’s sake
I won’t let Khurram my spirit break.”

Then in the durbar which she once ran
Empress Noor Jahan’s trial began
“Punish me, proud king Shah Jahan!
Punish me severely if you can
Yes, I had sent Mahabat Khan
To the far away Afghanistan
It was I who sent you, light of our clan
To perish with your wife in Deccan”

“I have connived, t’was entirely my plan
Reprimand me all that you can
I drew up plans, it was all my scheme
But all was in pursuit of my poor Lord’s dream
A wife to her husband and a queen to her land
Must lend support as the left to the right hand
For King and Queen are like the Sun and Moon
When one wanes the other should come up soon.”

Passionate words from a mighty queen
Once more powerful than any Mughal had seen
Mehru, Noor Mahal, Noor Jahan
It all ended in Agra, where it once began
Accompanied by Ladli, shown the door
Noor Jahan was exiled to Lahore
Jahangir’s last wife, for the rest of her days
Doomed to loneliness for her “scheming” ways.

Thus ends the tale of love, fate and might
The saga of waxing and waning light
Never before nor after Noor Jahan
Came a queen like her in the Mughal clan
Iron fisted ruler, devoted wife
The muse of her beloved Salim’s life
For a girl once at the peak of royal bloom
Mehru lies today in the humblest tomb

Noor Jahan, in Shahdara Bagh, Lahore,
Sleeps forever on plain, cold floor
Mighty Empress of Hindostan
Bereft of all regal élan
Calm and quiet in death she lies
Withdrawn from all worldly ties.


-Pallavi Dasgupta, 6th January 2012, Pune

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Did you like my poem? It is very close to my heart. Let’s continue in prose now to fill some blanks.
In popular culture, Noor Jahan has been always portrayed as a scheming, power hungry woman. Well, may be that is true. But what does a wife and a queen do when her husband, who is supposed to be the decision maker and ruler, whiles away his time between sickness, opium and alcohol? Do you think it was wrong of her to stand up against a system that thought of women as nothing else than mere wallflowers, for decorating their drawing rooms and bedrooms? Was it wrong for her to hold up the pillars of an empire that was otherwise doomed thanks to Jahangir’s love for narcotics?

There was love between Jahangir and Noor Jahan. Though one may feel she only used him as an instrument to achieve the status of the “power behind the throne”, on careful study, it can be noticed that after Jahangir’s demise, Noor Jahan doesn’t show any further interest in holding on to authority.

“The Conqueror of the World was the slave of a woman – his consort, Nur Mahal or Mehrunnisa...”  - William Foster, The Embassy of Sir Thomas Roe to India

But in his own words, Jahangir claims no one loved him more than Mehru.

“A few days passed in this manner, and I only imparted this to Nur Jahan Begum than whom I did not think anyone was fonder of me..”  - Emperor Jahangir,(on his continued illness) Tuzuk-i-Jahangiri (Translated by A. Rogers)

However, the way she expressed her love for her husband wasn’t the run-of-the-mill, docile, subservient way. Mehr-un-Nisaa had entered the Mughal harem as the twentieth wife of Jahangir. Surely it was a rank of hardly any consequence. She had a lot of other wives, concubines and mistresses to compete with. So she chose a radically different path. She was a demanding wife. She chose to argue with him at times and not speak to him when such arguments happened. She made sure in some way or the other she was always the centre of his attention. Instead of her giving in completely to him, it was the other way round...she made him give in to her.

“she gave Jahangir to understand that the only way of being pardoned for the affront was to throw himself at her feet...” – William Irvine, Translation, Storia de Mogor by Niccolao Manucci

And yet, disregarding the counsel of all his ministers and friends, the Emperor of India, Jahangir always turned to his wife for advice. She was more of a best friend, philosopher and guide to him. He knew she loved him and was always there by his side and she knew she’d be a non-entity without him. While she did object to some of his annoying habits, Mehr-un-Nisaa was immensely indebted to Salim for having brought her out of a widow’s miserable life and made her the most important woman in the whole empire. And from this gratitude and sense of mutual trust, sprung devoted love.

“He hath one beloved wife..that wholly governeth him” - William Foster, The Embassy of Sir Thomas Roe to India

Jahangir saw in her the talent that everyone else at court couldn’t or refused to see. She had genius, foresight and political and administrative acumen. And she could balance all this with feminine charms. While on one hand Mehru had her own army and a fleet of powerful ships that traded on international waters with China and other foreign countries, on the other hand, she designed exquisite and innovative garments, made perfume out of Damask roses, gave generously to the cause of women and paid off the dowry for poor girls. She commissioned the most painstakingly beautiful gardens, monuments and inns. She was a brave hunter and is known to have shot down tigers on many occasions. She was a poetess and a philosopher of great talent and a patroness for bright young poets. No wonder then, in a palace full of air headed females and a court full of murderous wazirs, Jahangir chose to trust the brilliant and suave Mehr-un-Nisaa.

“Her abilities were uncommon; for she rendered herself absolute, in a government in which women were thought incapable of bearing any part....Noor Jehan stood forth in public; she broke through all restrain and custom and acquired power by her own merit...” -  Alexander Dow, The History of Hindostan

Such was her power at court and hold upon the Emperor that soon after she was declared Badshah Begum (the first lady of the court), she started signing royal decrees with an authority even the Emperor could not invalidate. No other Mughal empress ever had her name imprinted on currency. But Noor Jahan had her’s...in style

“By the order of Jahangir, Gold attained a hundred times its beauty when the name of Nur Jahan, the first lady of the court, was impressed on it !” – Inscription on coin from the latter years of Jahangir’s rule

Upon gaining power, one of the first things she did was to depute Mahabat Khan, Jahangir’s childhood friend and advisor and her own sharp critic to the extreme north western frontier of the empire,Afghanistan (Qandahar) on the pretext of work.

Noor Jahan wanted to marry off her daughter Ladli Begum to her step son Khurram (later Shah Jahan), for he was the brightest of Jahangir’s sons. But it was the meeting of the ethereally beautiful Arjumand and Khurram which made her tweak her plans slightly. Arjumand was her own niece. So she pushed forward their wedding. For her own daughter she had to suffice with the rather idiotic and alcoholic Shahryar. This arrangement would make sure that Mehru’s bloodline would be a part of the Mughals for at least another generation.

Noor Jahan had already garnered Khurram’s support long back. But, with wife Arjumand in the picture, Khurram wanted his right...the Mughal throne. He did not want to remain merely the support behind Noor Jahan’s sovereignty. Also, Noor Jahan was now inching steadily towards Shahryar as he was her own daughter’s husband....Arjumand was merely a niece...Ladli was her own blood. In this conflict of interests, Noor Jahan persuaded Jahangir to send Khurram into the troubled lands of the Deccan. He would either die fighting the rebels and if at all he survived, he’d be made a small time “subedaar” of some region. Ladli had to be empress after her...not niece Arjumand.

“In a single empire there was no room for two such masterful spirits as Nur Jahan and Shah Jahan. Each had known the other too well to be under any delusion. The issue was perfectly clear – Nur Jahan must either soon retire from public life or supersede Shah Jahan by a more pliable instrument.”  - Beni Prasad, History of Jahangir

But as luck would have it, Khurram rebelled. Some say it was wife Arjumand’s idea that he should fight for his right. At this juncture, another calamity struck Mehr-un-Nisaa....the man who had helped her to become the formidable power she was...Jahangir, left for his heavenly abode.
In a quick succession of events, her brother Asaf Khan put her under house arrest, Shahryar was killed, Khurram took the throne, styled himself Shah Jahan, and Noor Jahan was tried at court for her various “schemes” and attempts “to take power in her hands by unfair means” and “ influencing an Emperor’s free will”.

By now all Mehru wanted was to leave. She had no further desire or energy to remain the centre of attention. She defended herself in her trial and when she was exiled, she requested to be exiled to Lahore, where her beloved husband Jahangir was interred. With the small pension given to her, she commissioned Jahangir’s mausoleum and a little distance further from that, her own, in Shahdara Bagh, Lahore.

For a woman who wanted nothing but the best for herself, who challenged convictions of her time, lived unapologetically and had supremely refined and expensive tastes, who defied the defined perimeters for a Mughal queen and a woman, who held in her dainty hands the reigns of one of the mightiest and wealthiest empires in the world, Noor Jahan’s tomb is surprisingly unremarkable, threadbare and simple. No marble domes or proud minarets or inlay of expensive gems for her resting place....just a simple structure made of bricks where she lies in eternal sleep with her daughter Ladli Begum.

Before I leave you to ponder...here are a few lines composed by Mehr-un-Nisaa...the light of the world – Noor Jahan

Dil basurat na dahum naushuda seerat maloom
Banda-i-ishaam wa haftad wa do millat maloom
                                             Zahida haufi-qiamat mu dar dil-i-ma  
Hauli-i-hijran guzra na dahum qiamat maloom

(I give not my heart to form (surat) if the disposition (seerat)  be known
I am a slave of divine love!
O Ascetic! Cast not the terror of the Judgement Day into our heart
We have lived through the terror of separation and we can see what Judgement Day may be like..)

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Ref:  Encyclopaedia of Indian Women Through the Ages: Simmi Jain
        History of Jahangir : Beni Prasad
        The Last Spring: The Lives and Times of the Great Mughals: Abraham Eraly
        The Embassy of Sir Thomas Roe to India : William Foster
        Tuzuk-i-Jahangiri (translated by A.Rogers)
        Storia de Mogor by Niccolao Manucci (translated by William Irvine)
        The History of Hindostan : Alexander Dow
        The Feast of Roses: Indu Sundaresan