The Last Nawab

 

 

 

It was exactly on this day – 13th March 1856, that the last Nawab of Avadh, Wajid Ali Shah, left Lucknow, after the wrongful annexation of his kingdom by the East India Company.

The English were afraid that his deposition might spark a revolt and insisted he leave in the quiet of the night. They did the same later, with Bahadur Shah Zafar, the last Moghul emperor of India.

A heart-broken Wajid Ali Shah, who was also a fine poet, wrote these lines as he left the city that he so loved, never to return:

Babul mora naihar chuto hi jaye

Char kahar mil mori doliya sajave

Mora apna begana chuto jaye

(O father, I’m leaving my home behind,

four men have gathered to lift my palanquin.

My near and dear ones will soon become strangers, my home unreachable…)

These lines were later immortalised by K.L. Saigal who sang them in the Bollywood movie, Street Singer – Babul mora… The song became so popular that it was sung at most Indian weddings.

(You can read more about the last nawab, his last days in Avadh and how his beloved Lucknow, which was one of the richest and most beautiful cities in India during his rule, was annihilated in the space of just 3 years, in my novel – The World Beyond.)


 

And then there was snow…

 

Preparations were on for the Valentine’s Day book signing. Posters had been designed and printed. All I needed to do now was to go to my website and get the ISBN number and other such details for the fliers. So I typed – www.sangeetabhargava.com and pressed enter. Then I stared at the screen. And stared, my mouth falling open.

Instead of the familiar homepage designed by Harmeet and his team, all I could see were some green flags and banners and some nonsense about Kashmir. And it even declared ever so proudly that my website had been hacked by so and so. I was outraged. I literally felt as though I had been robbed; my personal space defiled.

Anyway, the reason why I mention this is to apologise to all those who saw the link to my website on the leaflets and posters and tried to check it out but were unable to do so. I can assure you that the hackers have been vanquished and my website is now up and running.

Alas, the hacking was not the end of my woes. Just two nights before the signing, the snow came. Thick and fast. I looked out of the window, woebegone. Usually the sight of snow makes me shout yahoo like Shammi Kapoor or wax lyrical like Kajol in Gupt, sans the gyrations ;) (mere khwabon mein tu, meri sasoon mein tu…). But all I could manage this time was a whisper – “You too Mother Nature?” :(

But my husband, the eternal optimist, reassured me – “It’s just 2 days away from Valentine’s day. Blokes are sure to come.”

And they did… and the signing went off pretty well. They came in spite of the freezing weather. One came even though it was the death anniversary of her husband; a fellow writer skipped lunch and stood there in the cold for three hours, just to help me out. Then there were the online friends, whom I had never met before, but recognised the moment they stepped into the shop – such is the power of the internet. A school friend whom I had not met ever since I passed out of school – all smiles and encouragement. Even if I hadn’t sold a single copy that day – my day would still be memorable because of them and many more.

I was also touched by the help extended to me by the local community, whether it was in the form of distributing the fliers, putting up posters in their shop windows or spreading word about the book as well as the signing. I truly feel humbled by the response and help received.

Thank you – each and everyone of you for your love and support. I feel truly blessed :) Together we managed to conquer the hackers as well as Mother Nature! Yaayy!!! :)

 

 

 

Why this Inbox Dilemma di?

 

Made any new year resolutions? Still going strong or broken them already? Ah well…

I resolved, as on many other years previously, to follow the RDF principal with regard to my inbox. What’s RDF, you ask. It’s – Reply Delete File. So starting 1st January 2012, every single day I will reply to every message in my inbox, then either delete it or file it. Which basically means that each night before I hit the pillow, my inbox will be empty. Simple.

So I started. I replied to the first ten messages in no time. Voila. However, it was when I was about to reply to the 11th message that disaster struck. I got back the reply to the 1st message. Now remember, I need to RDF every single message that I receive that day, so I re-replied the first message and went back to the 11th one.

Ting ting ting – replies to the first, second and third messages have arrived. My, aren’t all my friends efficient! I re-re-reply to the first, re-reply the second and third and go back to the 11th message.

Ting ting ting ting. Okay, now I’m on a treadmill. My sweaty clammy fingers are jogging faster and faster on the keyboard. I no longer know whether I’m replying to the 7th, re-replying the 3rd or re-re-re-replying the 1st :O

I glance at the clock. It’s almost midnight. And I haven’t yet got past the 11th message. Oh what the heck! Tomorrow is another day… ;)

But as I hit the pillow, all I can think is – why this, why this, inbox dilemma di??

 

From a World Beyond to the Eye of a Storm

 

Hello friends. Wishing all of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Here’s hoping the new year will take us to a world beyond pain and suffering and one where only love and happiness dwell :)

Was it just me or didn’t the year 2011 just whoosh past? There I was, sweating it out over my second novel, with the deadline looming large. No sooner had I finished it, than I was whisked to the book launch of The World Beyond. Thanks to everyone who came along, it went on to become the #1 bestselling novel in some areas.

Some good reviews and features followed; I even got over my stage fright and gave a couple of radio interviews back to back. And I have just received the news that The World Beyond had been trending on Flipkart as well as Indiaplaza.

And it is thanks to you – my readers and my dear friends. We don’t have thanksgiving here, so I want to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you – for reading my book, for giving me your feedback, for sharing and recommending it, for writing reviews and above all – for giving me so much love and support. I feel truly blessed that so many of you – talented, wonderful people have touched my life. God bless you all. A special thanks to those who have never read a novel or a historical novel in their entire life, but have read The World Beyond and loved it.

As this year draws to a close, I can see my diary for 2012 already getting full – book signings, readings, festivals, judging competitions, book clubs, trip to India and the launch of my next novel – After the Storm.

What are your plans for 2012? The comment button on this blog is finally working (yaayy), so do share. Would love to know.

And once again, may God give each one of us the courage to follow our dreams in the year ahead :) My special prayers go out to all those who suffered some personal loss this year. May the new year be better for all of us in every way :)

 

The World Beyond…Here’s what a Choto Manush said…

 

Hello friends. I’m afraid I won’t be blogging for a while owing to half term holidays, Diwali and other commitments. But I’ll be around – so feel free to give me your feedback or interact with on my facebook page, wall or through emails or personal messages. 

And before I go, I want to share this sweet message with all of you, that I received a couple of days back:

 

Sangy di…..you wont believe if i tell u, u were the catalyst to a MIRACLE!! sachii! :) )))

there’s my frnd, who is a complete no-novel person. its like she opens a novel to read n the nxt thing u knw is she wld have dozed off with the book on her head! 
a few days ago, i went to her house, n i was carrying my book ‘the world beyond’ with me, sooo galti se, i forgot my book at her place.
a couple of days back aftr tht, she called me up, in a super excited tone, said, ‘guess what, i’ve finished the book’!
i was like…WOOOOT!! SERIOUSLY?! 
she was like, i opned the buk, gingerly, i began reading a few pages n i ws hooked on..completely! she told me she couldnt put the buk dnw fr 2 whole days n she found it soo interesting soo awesum! 
to a person who hasnt read a single book in her life, this ws nothing shrt of a miracle! :) )
n you sangy di…she is totalllly fallen head ovr heals fr ya! :) ))  She cldnt stop tellin me hw mch she luved the book! hw awesumly the buk is written, hw mch she loved Salim n Ray-chal!  , hw mch she hopes she finds HER prince charming too..!:D
thnx you soo mch for touching our lives through ‘The World Beyond’! :) ))))

 

You have no idea how happy this message makes me – especially when most statistics point to the fact that the young are reading less and less every year. God bless you both and wishing everyone else a very Happy Diwali in advance :)

 

For more feedback, scroll down and click on the category – Feedback :)  

 

Chikan Embroidery

 

Chutki also spoke about Chikan in her blog the other day. Chikan is a type of embroidery for which Lucknow is famous the world over. Traditionally, Chikankari was done with white threads on white muslin cloth.

 


 

But nowadays one can find chikan embroidery in various textures, hues and styles. This year, when I went to Lucknow, I freaked out on chikan suits, lahengas and kurtas, not just for myself, but for my daughter as well.

 

 

Today, when I sat down to write a piece on chikan for this blog, I cam across this excellent article written by Ruth Chakravarty who was my English teacher in college and whom I idolise even today. Now how could I possibly top something wirtten by her? So I’m going to share the link to her piece, instead - http://www.speakingwithhands.com/article_details.php?aid=50

 

Power begets…

 

Yesterday Chutki spoke about how her mother had to work late into the night, in spite of having a job in the Nawab’s palace. In 1855, exploitation was taking place at two levels in kingdoms like Avadh. While the Indian rulers were being exploited by the British East India Company, they in their turn, were exploiting the poor.

It is a well known fact that Nawab Wajid Ali Shah’s meals came from six different kitchens everyday and over one hundred and fifty dishes were prepared every Eid. If the nawabs could afford such luxuries, why were a lot of their servants not paid their salaries for months together?

The condition of the working class during the Nawab’s rule has been poignantly brought to life by  Naiyer Masud, winner of many awards, including the Saraswati Samman,  in his short story Taoos Chaman ki Myna. It is one of those stories which leave you with a lump in your throat and thinking – I wish I could write like that.

 

Kimkartavyavimud (Chutki’s Blog 3)

 

11th October 1855. 

 

I’m so excited. Navratri’s starting tomorrow. My friends and I have made so many plans. Love October! So many festivals. So much to do. But this mother of mine…

Last night she was embroidering a chikan ka kurta till four o’clock in the morning. I got up to drink some water and there she was – trying to thread a needle by candlelight. I slapped my forehead a dozen times and said – “You want your eyes to explode or what? Has the Nawab stopped paying you?”

But Ma being Ma, quickly changed the subject. She’d rather starve and let me and Nayansukh starve as well, than utter a single word against the Nawab. She said – “I have to marry you off, don’t I? We need some extra money for that. I had planned to sell our land in the village for your wedding. But the English have confiscated it.’

These Angrez, I tell you. Don’t they have enough land in their own country, that they have to come all the way to Hindustan to steal ours?

Poor mother. My head tells me I should tell her I don’t need all these expensive clothes and jewellery she’s collecting for my trousseau. But my heart knows how much I want them. What do I do? :(

(Chutki is a minor character in my novel, The World Beyond)

© Sangeeta Bhargava 2011

 

The World Beyond – Here’s what the reviews said…

 

Here’s a review of the book:

Another raj story; English girl meets her prince charming. And he is tall, dark, handsome and a prince to boot. A nawab. The inevitable happens. But does love triumph in the end? Well, you have to read Sangeeta Bhargava’s The World Beyond to find out.

For me, what works and really well is Lucknow on the eve of and build up to the momentous uprising of 1857 soon to follow. She is the real heroine of the story. About those who love her and those who covet her, her rise and her fall. Some of the parts were so well written that I could see the story playout as if in a movie. Hmm. An idea that?

The beautiful cover – shades of blue, pink, red and gold is perfectly captures the essence of the world in which this story is paced. But one jarring note – the heroine is shown wearing a sari – how we wear it now. I think this was not in vogue during then. However a minor error…I need not be so nitpicking.

 Here’s the link - http://saintfaron.blogspot.com/2011/09/world-beyond-review.html

 

Cricket in the 19th Century

 

Wishing all of you a very Happy Dusehra. Did you read Nayansukh’s blog yesterday? He was playing cricket on this very day, exactly 150 years ago. But back then, cricket wasn’t exactly how we know it today.

For instance, did you know that prior to the 19th century, cricket was played with 2 stumps and not 3?

In the 19th century, cricket was a form of entertainment for the Indian kings and princes. They used to support cricket professionals and cricket teams – must be similar to how the IPL teams are supported by Bollywood stars today.

And you will be surprised to know that the USA vs Canada annual cricket match, started in 1844, is the oldest international sporting fixture in the world – yes, Americans too played cricket back then.

The famous Ashes series between England and Australia, first took place in the 1870s.

In the 19th century, all bowlers bowled under-arm.

Before 1870, there were no boundaries. Every ball hit, had to be run. And if the ball went into the crowd, they had to make way for the fieldsman to get to it. Imagine, not being able to shout chauka! :O

Do you know any such facts about cricket in the 19th century? Let me know and I will add it to the list :)