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By
Anupama Bhattacharya
The Bishnoi tribe of the western Indian state of Rajasthan have, over
centuries, made a unique blend of ecological sense and religious sensibility
their faith's cornerstone
The Thar desert in India is full of ironiesone of them being the
Bishnoi community of Rajasthan. Here, peace is maintained with aggression
and robust health rubs shoulders with regular famine. Here penniless women
flaunt heavy gold jewelery and wild animals leave the supposed security
of jungles to stroll around village huts and farmlands.
Not to mention the fact that the Bishnois worship nature in all its manifestations.
Not the ripe, yielding nature of ancient pagan societies, but the ruthless
and demanding desert where a desolate horizon meets a blazing sky. Here,
women suckle motherless deer, die to save trees, go hungry to provide
food for animals and live a strictly sattvic (simple) life advocated
by their guru Jambaji.
Jambaji, or Jambeshwar Bhagavan, born in 1451 in one of the warrior sects
of Rajasthan, was soon disillusioned by communal riots between Muslim
invaders and the native Hindus. However, instead of wallowing in despair,
he went ahead to form a religion of peace based on 29 (bish: twenty,
noi: nine) principles that included compassion for all living beings,
cleanliness, devotion, vegetarian diet and truthfulness. Thus, the Bishnois
came into being.
"It was actually a clever ploy," says Maharaja Swaroop Singh, vice-president
of the Heritage Hotels, India, and former MLA of the Looni (Bishnoi) constituency
in Rajasthan (where the Bishnoi population is concentrated). He has worked
closely with the tribe for the last 36 years.
"Jambaji knew that to form a successful religion, he had to put in both
Hindu and Muslim elements. So he asked the Bishnois to worship Vishnu
and bury their dead. The idea, of course, is to give the dead back to
the elements. We Hindus use the fire element, the Muslims use the earth
element."
The Bishnois, however, have a different explanation. Says Dev Ram of Guda,
one of the largest Bishnoi villages in Jodhpur district, Rajasthan: "Cremating
the dead requires wood. But Jambaji said that killing a live tree to get
rid of a dead body is ridiculous." So the Bishnois bury their dead without
so much as a memorial. "We let the earth take back what it gave to us,"
adds Dev Ram. What surprises you as you approach a Bishnoi village is
the sheer freedom with which spotted deer, blue bulls, and black bucks
race along the roadside or frolic in the open fields. In fact, during
our approximately 50 minutes drive from Jodhpur to Guda, we must have
seen hundreds of deer and antelopes, some actually crossing the road ahead
of us.
UNIQUE
CUSTOMS
Though
worshipping the Hindu diety Vishnu, the Bishnois bury their dead. The idea is
to give the body back to the elements.
Bishnoi carpenters never cut
trees. They wait for trees to die on their own or fall down during storms.
Every Bishnoi family creates a tank in their field to provide water for animals
in the arid summer months.
Even though much of their standing crop is
eaten by deer herds, no Bishnoi ever chases a deer away.
Bishnois consider
it a great pride to be able to die saving trees or animals.
Though propounders
of peace and non-violence, Bishnois can become extremely violent if any animal
or tree is harmed in their area.
"Animals are sacred," says Bana Ram of Guda. "Before he passed away,
Jambaji told us that in his absence, the black buck should be revered
as his manifestation. That belief continues. Hunting black buck for
us is like killing our guru. One call of 'Shikar! (the hunt)' and 500
villagers will assemble here this moment to teach the offenders a lesson.
We'll kill our own children before we let these animals be killed."
Which is why the worst thing to happen to a hunter is being caught by
the Bishnois. "Once, an Indian Air Force captain was caught hunting.
We stripped him and forced him to lie down on the hot sand in the middle
of summer. He'd never dream of hunting again," adds Bana Ram.
This ruthless protection of animals is part of the Bishnoi culture.
An extremely aggressive race, they fight for wildlife and environment
with a vengeance. In fact, we were warned against going to the villages
by the Deputy Conservator of Forests, Wildlife Division, M.L. Sonal.
"The contribution of Bishnois to wildlife protection is almost 100 per
cent. But they can be dangerous if angered," says he.
But our reception in the Bishnoi villages, though initially suspicious,
was soon friendly and warm. "You must tell others how fragile these
animals are," said a village elder, holding the picture of a black buck.
"They are so delicate that most often they die of fright. We try our
best to save these gentle creatures but what can we do against so many
hunters? They are lured by the people of Jodhpur who don't hesitate
to get these animals killed for easy money."
As we take a tour around the village, we come across giggling women
in colorful clothes, sturdy men in their traditional white dhoti-kurtas
zooming around on their motorbikes, sparkling clean mud houses and an
occasional carpenter carving wood with intense concentration. "Most
of us here are either farmers or wood/stone carvers, goldsmiths and
milkmen," says Maunlal Suta, a carpenter from Guda. "This art runs in
the family. We have been carving wood for generations. Now I'm training
my son to do the same."
Wood carving? But isn't it against Jambaji's 29 principles to cut trees?
"We never cut trees," explains Suta. "We wait till a tree dies on its
own or falls down during a storm. This work that you see here," he points
at a pile of carved wood for doors, windows and bedposts, "has been
done over many years, waiting patiently for wood."
Patience, actually, is the catchword in this simple and dedicated community.
"We have only four months of farming," says Johra Ram, community head
of a Bishnoi village. "The rest of the year we just sit around and hope
the food will last." To add to that, herds of deer end up eating much
of the standing crop. "Earlier, almost 30 to 50 per cent of the crop
was destroyed by animals. Now it has decreased to about 15 per cent,"
informs H.L. Meena, Conservator Forest, Jodhpur.
But not a stick is raised to chase away the animals. "We would willingly
go hungry to feed the animals," says Bana Ram. "We believe in the co-existence
of life. Our guru said that those who die saving innocent animals or
trees will go to heaven. For us, animals are the avatars of divinity."
Which is why, in the water-starved desert, each Bishnoi family creates
a tank in their field to provide water for deer in the arid summer months.
Much of the lifestyle of the community has its basis in the 29 principles
of Jambaji. "Our guru forbade us to get addicted, be it smoking, tobacco
chewing, drugs or alcohol. Even tea is considered a vice," says Teja
Ram. "He also asked us to consume plenty of milk and milk products and
home grown cereals. We never eat outside. Even when going on long trips,
we either cook or pack food from home."
Which
explains the robust health of this community in spite of recurring famines.
Here, though women are traditionally limited to household chores, they
play a dominant role. "Women are the symbol of creation. Which is why
guruji asked them to wear vibrant colors such as red and orange," explains
Bhanu Ram. "Men wear white because it is symbolic of cleanliness and
austerity."
Bishnois also have a strange interconnection between death and festivity.
Whenever the head of a family dies, all unmarried girls, irrespective
of their age, are married off on the 12th day. "On the face of it,"
says Teja Ram, "guruji started this custom to limit expenses during
weddings. But it also has deeper implications. For us, death is a way
of life. One person dies, the next generation takes his place and the
cycle continues. We believe that whatever you do in this life, you pay
for it in the next birth." The marriage of minors, however, as Teja
Ram is quick to point out, "is not practiced anymore since we understand
that it is detrimental to their development".
Living amidst the barren wastelands interspersed with khejri
and babool trees, the Bishnois are a proud race. "We don't get
any help from the government and don't want any," says Johra Ram. "Any
change in the world has to begin within the society. All this talk about
nature and wildlife protection would be more effective if each individual
was to believe in the earth as a living, breathing entity and fight
for its survival the way we do." He narrates the story of Amrita Devi,
a Bishnoi woman who, along with more than 366 other Bishnois, died saving
trees. "About 200 years back, Maharaja Abhay Singh of Jodhpur required
wood for his palace. So he sent his soldiers to cut trees. Amrita Devi
and other villagers hugged the branches while the soldiers chopped them
down with the trees. This is still remembered as the great Khejarli
sacrifice."
Such stories abound in the Bishnoi community. In fact, the Bishnoi pantheon
has more martyrs who died for the sake of nature than gods. And the
trend shows no signs of diminishing with time. "What makes me proud,"
says Bana Ram, "is that the next generation is even more committed to
nature than we are." As if on cue, a little boy who can hardly keep
pace as we walk around the village, tugs at my sleeve and says: "I'll
never let anybody kill these animals."
Strange dedication, this. A small community spread over the northwestern
states of India, including Gujarat, Haryana, Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh
besides Rajasthan, the Bishnois have contributed more to nature and
wildlife protection than the entire country put together. They have
learnt, with time and hardships, how to nurture nature and grow with
it instead of exploiting it.
As we turn back from the village, we come across a Bishnoi woman quietly
nursing a fawn that was wounded by a dog. Nearby, her little daughter
plays. Outside, herds of deer saunter in the fields or take a nap in
the mellow afternoon sun. Can this be for real, you wonder? Perhaps
not, at least not in a world where, in the manner of King Lear's gods,
we kill animals for our sport. But reality, as the scriptures say, is
relative. So, amidst the reality of corruption and crime, a community
dedicated to nature struggles to survive, teaching, along the way, a
few lessons in harmonious co-existence.