25 Apr '12 17:59>
On a personal note this, hope all of you take it in the right spirit.
Purely informative. Reactions/comments welcome.
My mother died on the 19th of April, at the age of 90 years. She was an old graduate of Arts from a woman's college. She was a poet. She was very much alert and alive almost to the day of her death. Although, totally deaf, her other faculties were ok, except in the last few months, cataract was noted in both the eyes-but at initial stage.
She was an intellectual and used to read the papers,watch the TV etc. and did not like the way our country was going.
i ) I saw a dream about a month before her death, in which I saw my dead father looking at me. Father died in 1981, way back and I never saw him in my dreams more than 4/5 times since then. I got upset esp. because I had seen my grandfather looking at me in my dream I dreamt in 1981 just about a month before my father's death. So, I thought may be , she is going to pass away and told my brother, who was looking after her about the dream. My fear came true.
ii ) I rushed to my ancestral home and after bringing the body from the morgue--- where it had been kept waiting for my arrival, being eldest and son it being my duty to cremate her--- we went to the burning ghat in an ambulance.
iii) I washed myself, dressed in a fresh dhoti, put on the sacred thread and followed the priest's instructions. Firstly I announced to the Gods that I am intending to cremate her as per Vedic rituals, as a sign of which I poured some water on the ground saying this mantra.
iv ) The fire was lit among some pieces of wood kept for that purpose and I started praying to various Gods to forgive her sins, if any and putting in dabs of clarified butter at times. I then drew triangles of water around the fire ( significance lost on me ) and the priest then ordered the body to be kept on the byre.
v ) The mother's head was towards the south and her crossed feet were towards north. She was fully clothed in her old clothes except that a beautiful Sari which she liked immensely was draped on her. I was told to keep the small balls of wheat flour and butter which I had prepared with black sesame seeds, on her eyes , head, both sides and her heart. Similarly I kept five small figurines made out of same stuff on the byre at the positions told by the priest. Then I poured the butter in her eyes, her mouth, her sides and her heart. Ganga water had already been poured in her mouth before the ambulance left my home.
vi ) I was the asked to circumambulate the byre and was asked to put a log right across her face, at which point I almost lost my control and was going to sob, however did not.
vii) then everyone in the family was asked to put logs on the byre. I was then asked to light the fire by putting a burning piece of timber near her legs ( not visible by this time ).
viii ) a few other circumambulations followed with me carrying a mud pot of water
on my left shoulder and with my relatives breaking a small hole in the pot with a stone every time I completed the circle. Finally I threw the pot back over my shoulder.
ix ) I then collected the stone which the priest had me keep near mother's shoulder before she was kept on the byre and had another wash and came home.
Purely informative. Reactions/comments welcome.
My mother died on the 19th of April, at the age of 90 years. She was an old graduate of Arts from a woman's college. She was a poet. She was very much alert and alive almost to the day of her death. Although, totally deaf, her other faculties were ok, except in the last few months, cataract was noted in both the eyes-but at initial stage.
She was an intellectual and used to read the papers,watch the TV etc. and did not like the way our country was going.
i ) I saw a dream about a month before her death, in which I saw my dead father looking at me. Father died in 1981, way back and I never saw him in my dreams more than 4/5 times since then. I got upset esp. because I had seen my grandfather looking at me in my dream I dreamt in 1981 just about a month before my father's death. So, I thought may be , she is going to pass away and told my brother, who was looking after her about the dream. My fear came true.
ii ) I rushed to my ancestral home and after bringing the body from the morgue--- where it had been kept waiting for my arrival, being eldest and son it being my duty to cremate her--- we went to the burning ghat in an ambulance.
iii) I washed myself, dressed in a fresh dhoti, put on the sacred thread and followed the priest's instructions. Firstly I announced to the Gods that I am intending to cremate her as per Vedic rituals, as a sign of which I poured some water on the ground saying this mantra.
iv ) The fire was lit among some pieces of wood kept for that purpose and I started praying to various Gods to forgive her sins, if any and putting in dabs of clarified butter at times. I then drew triangles of water around the fire ( significance lost on me ) and the priest then ordered the body to be kept on the byre.
v ) The mother's head was towards the south and her crossed feet were towards north. She was fully clothed in her old clothes except that a beautiful Sari which she liked immensely was draped on her. I was told to keep the small balls of wheat flour and butter which I had prepared with black sesame seeds, on her eyes , head, both sides and her heart. Similarly I kept five small figurines made out of same stuff on the byre at the positions told by the priest. Then I poured the butter in her eyes, her mouth, her sides and her heart. Ganga water had already been poured in her mouth before the ambulance left my home.
vi ) I was the asked to circumambulate the byre and was asked to put a log right across her face, at which point I almost lost my control and was going to sob, however did not.
vii) then everyone in the family was asked to put logs on the byre. I was then asked to light the fire by putting a burning piece of timber near her legs ( not visible by this time ).
viii ) a few other circumambulations followed with me carrying a mud pot of water
on my left shoulder and with my relatives breaking a small hole in the pot with a stone every time I completed the circle. Finally I threw the pot back over my shoulder.
ix ) I then collected the stone which the priest had me keep near mother's shoulder before she was kept on the byre and had another wash and came home.