Saturday Reading!Trade secret of village odd-job man.

Saturday Reading!Trade secret of village odd-job man

(Picture for representational purpose only)

Around a century ago, there prevailed a custom among hill people in North India of giving away their daughters in matrimony to suitors who could shell out Rs 200 to Rs 500. Gold was sold at Rs 40 a tola then. A sum of Rs 200 would provide the ghanyara slate lean-to roof for the two-room living house of the parents of the bride — the mud house earlier having a leaky straw cover only.

Old Slate-Roof House, the ghanyara slate lean-to roof

Puniya kanyadaan (marital alliance sans payment) was generally abstained from due to the prevalent belief that the groom’s family cared better for the bride brought home on payment than through kanyadaan. Moneyless men would go so far as to entice and abduct marriageable girls.

-(We Do All)

In that epoch, a man named Loksewak, a non-practising Brahmin, landed in our village Mandali — a remote locale where cops seldom ventured — along with an upper-caste woman brought by him from the plains. He took little time in raising a two-room mud house facing the area’s motor road. Loksewak, a harfanmaula (jack of all trades), soon earned the epithet ‘Panditji’. If there was a sick child in the neighbourhood, he would ward off the evil spirit by stirring a peacock-feather mutha around the sick one’s head, while chanting some mantras known only to him.

Peacock feather Muttha

(Peacock Feathers have been used for healing for tens of thousands of years in every culture throughout time. They are said to carry Spiritual Healing Energy that can be used to assist people seeking balance and harmony in their lives)

 If there was a community feast, Loksewak would be the leading chef. He smithed horseshoes and fixed mule-hooves. He tinned people’s brass utensils. And what not!

One day, the clutch wire of my Royal Enfield slipped out. A spare one was required to be procured from an auto agency 100 miles away — involving two-day up-and-down hitch-hiking. I could ill-afford that. I approached Panditji for a possible jugaad. While he busied himself with my clutch wire, an elderly woman walked into his in-house smithy with a hurricane lantern in her hand.

(Hurricane Lantern)

She complained that the wick-wheel of the lantern was not functioning. Panditji bid her to leave the lantern and come for it the next day.

The departing woman had barely gone out of sight when Loksewak, putting aside my half-done clutch wire, took the lantern. He opened its wick-holder, scratched off the carbon layer atop it and the wick started moving up and down like that of a brand-new product. As the harfanmaula was about to give finishing touches to my clutch wire, I asked him why had he asked the woman to come the next day when he knew that he could fix the defect in her lantern in a jiffy.

‘It is a trade secret,’ he said, leaving me mystified.

Written by KL Noatay

Illustrated by Tejinder Kamboj