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Parsi Memories : Daily Loban Ritual

By Rusi Sorabjee

One of the daily ritual in a Parsi/Irani homes in India of the early 20th Century, that brings back happy memories of our childhood, of a bygone era, when the days had morehours, families had more members, dinning tables had more chairs, we were more religious and the community felt like being a large close knit happy and contented family, always in concert with each other, always helpful.

Reminiscing of those days, in my minds eye, I caught glimpses of mom or grand mother glide by at sun-down with the silver or German-Silver afargan through each room as did the grayish-blue smoke, fragrant with sukhar (sandal wood), loban (incense), agar that when mixed with the sent of tube-roses, or jasmine or ‘motia.’ (Arabian jasmine) from the cut flowers on the prayer table or in the rooms was a heavenly experience . With one small hand we, brothers, sister, aunts and uncles, would cover our heads and with the other add a pinch of "whair" , loban or agar, then hurriedly putting both hands together, say an Ashem Vohu. Then with both hands, we would pull the smoke towards us. At the end of the round of the house, the Afargan was place at the "prayer table" and before the charcoal embers died they’d be transferred to the coal burning "choohlow" ( stove ).

In the 1930 there was no gas or electric stoves except in parts of Bombay or Karachi. The LOBAN did the round of the rooms in the morning also, but we were then well on the way to school.

The prayer table was where mom or dad , who so ever got ‘ready’ first in the morning, would light the "Divo". The kids got their turns on their birthdays. The divo used to be a short glass partly filled with water topped with either, pure ghee, cooking oil or special oil-lamp media with a long ‘kakrow”,( i.e. wick) held by a metallic clip or a floating ‘kakrow”on a cork float or even a candle that were kept alit perpetually. As pure ghee became expensive, ghee was only used on festive occasions or on birthdays.

In our uncle’s house in Bombay the ‘divo" was suspended from the ceilings in all the main rooms, in an old fashioned chandelier, like you find in some of the Atash Behrams.

Maybe it was something left over from the pre-electricity days and these were the lights that the BATTIWALLA’s as a profession lit.

What is nostalgia but an attempt to preserve that which was good in the past? The past has served us well.

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