Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Nihang Speak (bole)


"Give me Nihal Kaur, I want to sleep," I exclaimed to my wife.

Shocked at my audacity to name another woman in the house, she demanded who this "Nihal Kaur" was.

"You are such an illiterate. You don't even know what a blanket in the Nihang lingo is," I retorted, showing off my latest acquisition - the 'bolays', or lingo of the Nihang Singhs.

As if the blunder over Nihal Kaur was not enough, I ordered my house help who hails from Jharkhand to chop two larraakis and a rupa for salad.
"Larki, rupayya," he asked, sounding even more shocked than my wife.
"Green chillies," I shouted. "And, rupa means onion," I said, trying to teach him my newly acquired Nihang nomenclature.

And from tomorrow onwards, it is going to be only one cup of dhid phookni (tea) with one thokhay baj (spoon) of sugar, I told the bewildered Ram Mohan, who by now thought I'd gone loony.

Having laid my hand on a pamphlet, which carried the bolays, I was threatening to turn the house into a Nihang dera. So much so, that when I went to a butcher shop, I asked for 2 kilos of akaash pari (goat).

"We don't keep birds with such names," the butcher had replied.

Nihangs, or a band of Sikh warriors of yore, like many nomadic communities through the centuries, developed a distinguishable dialect, which came to be known as gargaj bolay (the thundering language). According to a book by S.J.S, Paul, the Nihang nomenclature is a mixture of Punjabi, Hindi, Farsi and other dialects used in various regions of India.

Bolays or words, which form part of the Nihang dialect, usually served military or psychological purposes.

For example, the "larraaki" - red chilli - that I ordered refers to someone with a fighting nature as a result of the sting it leaves on one's tongue.

"Wear the blue robe and go buy yourself a 300 metre long turban if you want to behave Nihang-like," said my wife.

"I just might," I replied, since Holla Mohalla is approaching.

"Only if your akkar-bhan (fever) gets ok," she replied cheekily. My affair with the Nihangs, which is a combination of awe, love and hatred, dates back to childhood.
The famous Gurdwara Hariaa(n) Belaa(n) near Hoshiarpur is close to my village and one of the founders of the gurdwara, Giani Partap Singh, apparently stayed at our farm while the structure was being constructed. According to the grapevine, he used to drink his sukha (a cannabis drink) daily, and one day my grandfather asked him why he locked up his brain with this crazy substance every day.

"If you can lock as cheap a thing as hay with a huge padlock, isn't it important to lock a precious thing like a brain," he is supposed to have replied.

The association with the dera grew to an extent that to date, while on their nomadic sojourns, the Nihangs don't mind taking an overnight halt at our village, at least twice annually, even though their dera (place of residence) is just a few kilometres away.

Since childhood, I have seen them send a long list of groceries for themselves and their araakis (horses) during these halts. In earlier days, they also wouldn't mind leaving their horses loose in the fields for grazing, leading to tension. As I grew up, I took up horse-riding as a sport and one day challenged them to a game of tent pegging.

They would have done well, except that yours truly was in great form on that given day.

"Nihang material!" declared one of the babas after the debacle.

The bolays, according to the website NihangSingh.org, besides reflecting the struggles of the Khalsa, also ridicule those who have opposed the Sikhs at any stage in history. The term for a donkey is "thanedaar", meaning police officer, as Nihangs are renowned for their carefree disregard for worldly authorities, which the police represent.

Muslim priests (Qazis) encouraged many atrocities on the Sikhs during the Mughal rule in India. In return, the Singhs use the term Qazi when referring to a cockerel.

Nihang Singhs refer to their kachherey (briefs) as a chhauni, meaning encampment. Their kachhera is notoriously large in size and, when hung out to dry, from a far distance would appear to enemy scouts as tents of the Khalsa warriors; suggesting the Khalsa warriors numbered far greater than they did. Sava lakh - a hundred thousand! - to be precise.

The cold refuses to go and Nihal Kaur is not keeping me warm enough. I am back to my aflatoon (quilt) for the time being.

by Khuswant Singh, Chandigarh. Hindustan Times,


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