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Swan-Song
of a poet king (Wajid Ali Shah)
METIYABRUZ
is a warren of single-storied houses, squalid yards, open drains
and bustling bazaars. Beyond, there are scrubby fields and
hyacinth-choked ponds. Dominating the scene are innumerable
factory sheds ant the huge Garden Reach shipyard. its gigantic
steel machinery looming against the skyline. Today this Calcutta
locality has little claim to distinction.
But
just a little more than a hundred years ago, when Wajid Ali Shah,
the King of Oudh, decided to settle in Calcutta in 1856, after his
deposition, he created in Matiaburj, known as Mochikhola then and
"earthy paradise". Lucknow was lost to the British but a
second Lucknow came up here. The King set up a whole township
where the people observed the same ceremonies, enjoyed the same
pastimes and even spoke the same language as they did in the
capital of Oudh.
The
King built many sumptuous houses, each in a different setting,
pleasances, formally laid out parks with quicksilver fountains, an
open-air zoo stocked with rare fauna, an enclosure for snakes, an
aviary, Imambaras and a market. The King's entourage, which
followed him from Lucknow, likewise built houses here and the area
was encircled by a high wall.
But
in 1887 the King died. The British sold his property at throwaway
prices and the returns were distributed among his heirs.
Everything went to rack and ruin. Industry, and in some cases
nature, encroached on whatever survived.
Today,
factories and rows of houses have come up where once stood
Shahinshah Manzil or Tafrih Baksh; overcrowded bazaars, slushy
lanes meander in place of emerald parks and noble gateways; harsh
accents and the clang of machinery have replaced courtly speech
and the stains of music.
Only
Sibtainabad Imambara, Begum Masjid, Shahi Masjid, Baitun Nijat and
Quasrul Buka have escaped destruction. Some of the houses,
including the magnificent palace in which the King resided, were
acquired by South Eastern Railway, but no one is sure which
particular ones.
The
story of these relics is history embroidered with legends and
hearsay, the authenticity is impossible to determine. According to
Prince Anjum Quder - grandson of Birjis Qadr, Wajid Ali Shah's
eldest son - who still lives here, says Sibtainabad Imambara stood
on sprawling grounds adorned with flowering plants and fountains
drawing water from the nearby Hooghly.
Mourning
Here
Wajid Ali used to meditate for hours during the Mohurram mourning
period and take part in congregations every morning. One morning,
on second day of Mohurrum, when the King returned to his palace,
Sultan Khana he breathed his last. He was laid to rest here.
Prince
Anjum Quder, who is President of the All-India Shia Conference and
his two brothers, Dr. Kaukab Mirza and Prince Nayyer Quder, are
honorary trustees of the Sibtainabad Trust.
The
Imambara, built in 1864, stands sparklingly whitewashed on Garden
Reach Road untouched by Bangla Bazar spread around it. Its
imposing arched portal is surmounted by the naubatkhana. An
electronic clock attached to it strikes the only jarring note.
The
gateway emblazoned with the double mermaids, insignia of the Royal
Family and Trust, gives on to a marble courtyard facing the
porticoed prayer hall. Throughout the day the Imambara is alive
with the chatter of children who have come to study groups,
holding discourses or employees scrubbing the floor. The prayer
hall resounds with incantations.
Innumerable
lampshades of coloured glass hang from the ceiling of the portico.
On its wall are the portraits of Hazrat Mahal and her son, Birjis
Qadr. During the sepoy uprising in Lucknow, she became his regent.
After Lucknow fell to the British, she fled with her infant son to
Nepal where she died. Later Birjis returned to India and died of
food poisoning in Metiyaburz.
Wajid
Ali, his son, Birjis, and daughter-in-law, Mahtab Ara, a Moghul
princess, and several other members of his family were interred
here. Wajid Ali Shah's grave is adorned with a silver zari,
replica of a Muslim shrine, banner, exquisitely embroidered with
gold and silver thread dusty and crumbling with age, candlebras
and a priceless pair of jade vases.
A
rare portrait by an unknown artist of the King in his last days
can be seen here (reproduced above). The King, stern and portly,
is attired in an elegant white angarkha, so unlike the overdressed
beau he was in his salad days.
On
a platform in this hall, Wajid Ali used to meditate. It is
surrounded by an open-work railing of brass. Beside it is a silver
pulpit of that period. The Imambara has two wings that enclose the
courtyard. The first floor houses the quarters of its employees,
the office and a library which has a fine collection of rare books
and illuminated manuscripts, some embellished by the King himself.
Some
ground floor rooms are crammed with the sets of Shatranj Ke Kilari,
a gift from the director, and valuable mementos such as shawls,
crockery (supposedly the Kings) and heavy silver alams. The alams
and embroidered banners lead the Imambara's famous Mohurrum
procession. Mention must be made of Manindra Nath Ghosh's Jao-ka
Tazia, which also takes part in the procession. This tazia of
wheat sprouts grown on a bamboo frame is a tradition that has come
down through the years.
The
King had enlisted in his service talented artists, musicians,
dancers and calligraphists, as well as renowned hakims and
theologians. Even today, one can meet their descendants at
Metiyabruz. Manindra Nath Ghosh and Motilal Srimali for instance.
Motilal
Srimali is a scion of the Shahi Paanwalas, traditional betel
suppliers to the Royal Family. He claims that he can trace his
line from the days of Raja Dasaratha of Ayodhya. His forefathers
had mastered the art of serving paan which he has inherited. By
varying the spices and ingredients he prepares paan, wrapped in
gold and silver foil, that can set a man's blood aflame or soothe
strained nerves. His shop exhibits portraits of the King, his
famous wrestler, Ghulam Pehlwan, and Birjis Qadr alongside
pictures of Hindu gods and goddesses.
Recollections
Old
and wasted Manindra Ghosh whose great grandfather was a guard
makes no tall claims. He has muddled recollections of a zoo and a
king's, bequest. He laments that the plot of land gifted by Wajid
Ali has been usurped. His tazia he constructs on the platform ten
days before the procession is taken out.
The
Imambara Qasrul buka and Baitun Nijaat are in various stages of
disrepair. Qasrul Buka was the first Imambara to be built in
Metiyabruz. Its entrance is wedged between the remains of a
distressed rampart and a factory that occupies its hallowed
grounds.
As
one steps into the grimy courtyard, women in burqas scurry into
the dark rooms that surround it. A funeral gloom hangs inside the
prayer hall pervaded by the miasma of decay and mildew. A layer of
dust carpets its floor. Surprisingly beautiful lampshades still
hang from the ceiling.
No
effort has been made to reclaim weather-beaten Baitun Nijaat now
rising from amidst a tangle of shrubs. The King's personal
Imambara stands on a huge plot, part of which is occupied by a
sawmill and a workshop. It is decayed and abandoned. Yet the
stucco pineapples on its parapet and moss grown scaly monsters in
its garden have survived. The weeds running riot in the garden and
courtyard are slowly approaching the portico, which is strewn with
junk.
Wajid
Ali Shah was a devout Muslim. He never missed his prayers or the
Ramazan fast. Legend says that the King, before constructing the
first mosque of his new settlement, made a proclamation inviting
anyone who had not missed even one of the five daily namaz since
he became an adult to lay its foundation. When no one claimed the
distinction even after a month, the King laid the foundation
himself. This is the Shahi Masjid of Iron Gate Road, near
Sibtainabad Imambara.
Fountains
The
Mosque, overshadowed by a godown, is entered through lane lined
with canna. It is small and beautifully proportioned. Stucco
ornaments. on the roof trace patterns on the sky. Jalousied doors
open on to what once was a row of fountains. Wrought Iron flowers
bloom along this conduit of fetid water.
But
even here Nature is gaining the upper hand. The mosque is
surrounded by an overgrown garden. Weeds and parasite plants grown
apace. The ground is thick with rotting leaves.
In
contrast, Begum Masjid, adjoining Sibtainabad Imambara is well
groomed. Its yard is well scrubbed. The fresh coat of white-wash
disguises its age but there is telltale mildew on its doors. One
of Wajid Ali Shah's mutai wives was buried here - hence its name.
Besides its dowdy neighbour this mosque has a light and feminine
appearance. An elegant structure, arched doorways, and slender
cupolas create this effect.
In
paanwala's shop near what was perhaps the King's palace, there is
a picture of the Hooghly of yore. Wajid Ali poses on a brown steed
against a palace. The sky is canopy of turquoise. In the
background a peacock boat sails on the glinting river. On the
other side, the Botanical Gardens is a haze of green. Even today
this view is unspoilt. But the palaces and beautiful boats have
sunk without trace.
All
that remains is a huge and picturesque pile of bricks on a mound
rising from the river. This wild ruin has come straight out of
the pages of some Arabian romance. Any moment a houri could
glance through its gaping windows or the surroundings become
fragrant with her attar. Gleeful urchins splash into the river
and work-a-day reality trundles back again.
Article
by: SOUMITRA
DAS / THE STATESMAN / Calcutta
Courtesy:
Mr. Burhan Ali Meerza
http://oudh.tripod.com
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