Harashringara it is called in Hindi meaning the ornament of the Gods.
Paarijaat is the Sanskrit word meaning descended from the sea.The Bengalis call
it Shephalika/Shephali and
even Shiuliand in English
it is commonly known as Queen of the night and better still as Coral Jasmine.
As a child i remember when my father was
posted in Arrah one of the districts of Bihar we had this tree in our garden
and Ma would go every morning just before sunrise to pick all these flowers
that formed a carpet on the ground. She would use these not only to make
garlands for her Gods but on the eve of Holi (the Hindu festival of colours) would
prepare coloured water for us kids to play with, using the stalks of these
flowers.
It never occurred to me
then why when she would pick these flowers from the ground she plucked others
from the trees for her daily pooja. It was much later that i learnt that these
flowers have a special status and are the only flowers that can be offered to the
Gods even when they lie on the ground.
Ma told us many stories
about Harshringaar when we were infants and one of the stories
was how this tree which was in heaven was brought to the earth. As kids we
delighted in the stories and found it so real because even Gods behaved like us
and they quarreled like us be it for supremacy or even trees.
The second story was about the jealousy between
wives and the third spoke volumes in favour of Lord Krishna as to how with his
cleverness he could maintain peace between his two wives when both wanted the one and only Paarijaat exclusively for themselves.
Of course these stories were preceded by the great Churning of Khirsaagar ( The
Ocean of Milk ) from which as one of the bounties emerged this tree.
I would like to believe
that this indeed is the tree that also grants boons as of late i have come to
know the immense medicinal values of Paarijaat/Harshingaar that caters to a
host of ailments like piles, constipation, jaundice, malaria, rheumatism,
sciatica, dry cough, ring worm and other intestinal worms, chronic fevers, as a
tonic for females to cure gyneacological problems, as a safe purgative for
infants in Patan, Gujrat ( India) and some even use it to get rid of dandruff
and lice. Finally for those interested in cosmetology a face mask made with
these flowers helps to have a glowing and radiant skin.
Sometimes i wonder how names too convey sadness
and why in the first place have sad names. The taxonomic name 'arbotristis'
means "sad tree". The flower blooms in the night and falls off from
the tree at the first light of the sun carpeting the ground, still a delight to
the revelers like me. i guess then nature in this form is always teaching us
reminding us to be selfless. Also to live life beautifully even when it could
be a short life. Definitely it could sadden the heart when you think from the
point of view of the tree itself as has been said about it so beautifully. My
story today is the legend from Vishnu Purana about a beautiful daughter of a
king. She fell head over heels for Surya ( the Sun).
The Sun in his passionate moment said,
"Leave your kingdom and be mine ."
Such is the power of love that she readily
agreed and discarded her royal robes and followed her beloved.
As it happens with passion which soon dies off, the Sun grew indifferent to
her and cold towards her devotion and love. He got tired of her and deserted
her leaving her in the lurch and fled back to the sky.
The young beautiful princess wilted and
languished and soon died heartbroken. She was cremated as per the rites of
being burnt on the funeral pyre. But lo and behold!
from her ashes grew the most beautiful tree.
From the drooping branches of the tree grew the most beautiful flower with a deep orange heart. But since the flowers cannot bear the sight of the sun they only bloom after sunset and drop down as the first ray of sun shoots out at dawn. The flowers thus carpets the area on the ground surrounding the tree with a sweet and refreshing fragrance. One can get this refreshing fragrance at it's best before dawn between 5-6 am.
That Siuli/Sephalika/Sephali is the official flower of West Bengal is a newly learnt fact thanks to the great search engine Google. Since i thought i saw lots of Tuber roses ie Rajnigandha in Kolkata i was pleasantly surprised. My knowledge about it also being the official flower of Kanchanaburi province Thailand was an additional bonus of this search. One search led to another and i realised that i knew so little about something that is helping me to get rid of my own aches and pains and also of my MIL who suffered for a long time with sciatica. My neighbour on learning from me about her problem told me about the curative powers of the decoction made with the leaves of this tree. Since i was aware that my in laws have this tree in their garden i quickly disseminated the knowledge to them. Whether she tried it or not i didn't know because she never gave me a follow up on that but all i know now is that she no longer complains on my absence from the scene when she had to rely upon the neighbours for help in her time of distress. Not until my enquiry about her pain on the telephone was answered with a dry " Abhi dard nahin hai " ( Now there is no pain). This brought a smile on account of two reasons firstly that i know she tried it and it worked and secondly so typical of her, finding it so hard to say Thank You to her bahu ( daughter in law).
The search engine failed me on one account though and exhausted me to sleep as i looked for this classical song by Hemant Kumar and his daughter Ranu Mukherjee from this film ' Phir Bhi ' which i thought would had been very apt for this blog as it goes on about this beauty like this "Saanjh Khile bhor jhar phool Harshingaar ke ..." ( Blossoming in the evening shedding at dawn this flower Harshingaar ...) Maybe some good soul who stumbles upon my blog could help me out on this. High hopes but nevertheless...
What i did find i thought was very informative so i quit for the time being with this article by Pankaj Oudhia and so many lovely photos of so many avid enthusiasts. God bless them for their love and hard work which dazzles and enlightens people like me who suddenly seem to know more about that creation which not only supports and protects but sparkles our dull lives with so much of beauty. Beauty that soothes and relaxes and...BRINGS BACK ROMANCE INTO OUR LIVES.
Oh and i must mention this that as Vasanti Amma peered into my screen to find out what made my food go cold she looked at the pictures and wanted to say so much. i asked her first as to why we don't get to see this beautiful tree in Chennai? She had a weird explanation to that. She said that Chennaites are very afraid of snakes and because fragrant trees attract snakes they avoid fragrant shrubs of any kind in the garden.
Animatedly she talked about Bangalore as she is originally from there and sort of goaded me that if my husband takes a transfer posting there then i'd be happier as Bangalore roads are fragrant and there are this and many other fragrant trees all around and it also has a wonderful climate not at all hot and sultry like Chennai.
She sits down to
narrate how she eloped home at the age of 12 with her Hindu lover and came to
Chennai in the early 70's. She talks with fondness of the Bangalore she left
and i let her carry on.Interrupting her to tell her the latest would've been
cruel on my part. The latest being that unscruplously the trees in Bangalore
are being cut down making space for more human settlements. It would be cruel
on my part to tell her that the city of gardens has seized to be one and
instead is turning into the very familiar concrete jungle and the climate that
she knew of has undergone a sea change from what she had experienced pre
elopment. Some of us like my fellow blogger Karthik are finding it
heartbreaking to see this happening quite regularly and speak with
sadness about the goings on " who cares for trees these days...".
What are we doing to this beautiful land of ours? i guess then let's enjoy what
we can cause we don't know how long this enjoyment is going to last. So let me
dwell on all around me and all those that are perfuming my thoughts. At the
moment this one the HARSHRINGAAR.