Today, in The Wire, Prof. Truschke has written about how scholarly voices are being silenced in India. She came under the criticism of some rightwing Hindu fanatics for writing a history about the Emperor Aurangzeb, which showed him in a better light than popular belief. I give below my own take on the Great Moghul, allowing humour to triumph over history.
- A MOGHUL TEA PARTY INDIA
Cast of Characters
THE EMPEROR SHAHJEHAN: A handsome man, with an imperial beard, beautifully dressed, as you have seen in pictures
PRINCESS JAHANARA: Very beautiful, a bit like Aiswarya Rai, dressed in salwar kameez
PRINCESS ROSHANARA: A younger version of her older sister
CROWN PRINCE DARA SHIKOH: A handsome young man of 22, informally dressed in kurta pyjamas
PRINCE AURANGAZEB: Slim and handsome, similarly dressed
PRINCE MURAD: Still a boy, rather tubby, similarly dressed
The royal rose gardens in
One evening, early spring, 1637
THE SETTING: [It is the royal rose
in the 17th century... A
magnificent low table laden with fruits, and a hundred dishes, on a wide
beautiful Persian carpet. Beautifully dressed serving maids flutter about
arranging things, and leave. THE EMPEROR SHAHJEHAN enters, followed by his
sons, DARA SHIKOH, MURAD, and AURANGAZEB,
and his daughters, JAHANARA and ROSHANARA, chatting. They seat themselves on low cushions, and start to help
themselves generously. After a little clatter, SHAHJEHAN speaks] garden of Akbarabad
SHAHJEHAN: I want to discuss something important, that’s why I have sent away the servants. All our advisors have their own axes to grind, they are such clever bastards they have me confused. But I know I can trust your judgement.
AURANGAZEB: [concerned] What’s up Dad? I should have been more attentive at
Court, I know, but I have been travelling through the villages in the
Ganga basin. I came back to report that most of our poor
Hindu farmers have had a disastrous year. There isn’t enough food to go around,
and frankly I find all this opulence disgusting.
SHAHJEHAN: Zebby, that’s precisely what I am concerned about. We must do something quickly, but what?
DARA SHIKOH: Excuse me, we are an Islamic empire, are we not? Zebby is always so solicitous about these benighted kafirs. Why don’t they convert to Islam?
ROSHANARA: Dar! You are such a Muslim fundamentalist! Maybe it comes of being Crown Prince, or something. Don’t let anyone outside the palace hear you talk like that, or the Rajputs will be up in revolt.
SHAHJEHAN: Dar, that’s right, you are Crown Prince, and you’ve got to be a lot more diplomatic. Remember the way grandfather Akbar got round everybody? Marrying into their royal family, bringing Hindu pandits to Court. For one thing, they were excellent accountants.
DARA SHIKOH: Dad, I’m very careful, but to be honest, I can’t stomach most of their customs – I mean, take Sati, women being butchered because their aged dotard husbands have died! And dedicating young girls to their filthy temples and making them devadasis. Disgusting!
AURANGAZEB : Dar! I won’t have you speak of customs you don’t understand. Why don’t you read some of the books on Hinduism in the old Humanyun Library for a change? Sex is not something filthy – how do you think you were born? – it is the force of Nature that produces eternal rebirth.
JAHANARA: Dad, please stop them arguing about religion. Zebby will always be a Hindu, and Dar an old-fashioned Arab maulvi. I am sick and tired of such arguments, not at tea time in any case. Mumu, don’t you agree?
[Murad nods in agreement but keeps on eating and drinking]
SHAHJEHAN: Listen, we have something more important to think about than Islam or Hinduism. The people are on the verge of starvation, and I am determined to prevent a famine at all cost. I have a vague plan I want to check out with you first. The rains have failed in the Doab, but the
Deccan has had a
good harvest. Our Hindu merchants could bring up the grain very quickly by
forced marches, but, here is the problem, the poor have no purchasing power.
Remember Dar when your time comes, never get offside of your Hindu merchants.
They will save the empire for you, if you keep your Islamic fundamentalism in
check. So, what’s to be done?
ROSHANARA: Dad, I can’t bear to see our Hindu subjects in such a pitiable plight. Buy the grain, Dad, empty the treasury if you must, but buy and distribute free.
SHAHJEHAN: Rosy, you are such a soft-hearted girl it gets in the way of your good sense. You know what will happen? Our merchants will corner all the wheat, and people will still starve. Our Hindus are pious and efficient, but for them the laws of commerce are the laws of God.
MURAD: [suddenly breaking silence] Dad, throw a great party for a month. Let everyone be invited, let everyone eat.
SHAHJEHAN: Mumu, I don’t want to feed our fat soldiers and our lazy court officials one more morsel. No, public works are the only way out. Like building roads, buildings, that sort of thing. We must give work to people, and put money in their hands. It has to be a large public work that can go on for a number of years, and build up people’s incomes, and yet be non-controversial, nothing anyone can object to.Something way out, it should blow their minds.
AURANGAZEB: [leaping up] I know just what it should be! Dad! Build a tomb!
SHAHJEHAN: Zebby, don’t be crazy! What do you mean, a tomb?
AURANGAZEB: [resuming his seat] Not any old tomb, Dad! But the greatest, the loveliest, the most extraordinary Tomb ever built. Build it for poor Mom. Every wretched Persian hanger-on in Court is a poet, or fancies himself a poet. It will be accepted Dad. Totally, non-controversial!
JAHANARA: History will call you a great wastrel, Dad!
SHAHJEHAN: I don’t care a Banjara’s curse what history says of me. I think Zebby has got something here. Let me think about it. But we’ve got to act very quickly.
AURANGAZEB: I will call all the architects round tomorrow morning to the Diwan-I-Khas. A thousand trades will be vitalized. We will have fifty thousand men breaking ground across the Jamuna in a week! People in Rajasthan are in poor shape as well. We will order marble from there; get all the quarries going! All the artisans as far east as
will be called up! Just think, Dad!
What will they do with their wages? They are all from farming families, they
will put it into land, into water works. We will banish food scarcity forever! Lucknow
DARA SHIKOH: Dad, I give in right away. Zebby should be the next Emperor!
AURANGAZEB: [very seriously] Dar! This is no joking matter. I don’t like the ramshackle way we Moguls have run this great land for so long. We must respect the institutions we build. The right of primogeniture must be scrupulously respected. Like it or not, Dar, you must be Emperor, when Dad passes away a thousand years from now, and I will support you, just give me the Finance portfolio.
DARA SHIKOH: And what will you do with it, Zebs?
AURANGAZEB: We must get rid of all this meaningless extravagance. We must have a ‘lean and mean’ administration, and invest tax money usefully. Everyone must become a ‘nationalist.’
JAHANARA: What do you mean by that?
AURANGAZEB: [impatiently] Just the same as loyalty to the Emperor, only it is deeper, it is loyalty to themselves as a people of one land.
must become a strong unitary
State, allright, under an Islamic Empire, come by in a fit of absence of mind.
Come to think of it, I am going to put on a new ‘persona.’ India
ROSHANARA: Dad, it is painful to have an intellectual in the family! What is a ‘persona’?
AURANGAZEB: A word, I thought up – something like a mask, only you can never take it off. You will be glad to hear, Dar, I am going to become a very pious Muslim.
DARA SHIKOH: [interested] Really, has the good Maulvi got through to you at last?
AURANGAZEB : Listen, the trouble with Hinduism is that the beliefs are too liberal, they are not for this age, maybe for some other future period. Right now we need strong unified belief, as in Islam, to build a strong unified State, to bring people together. If we demand loyalty from people, we must be equally loyal to them. I shall never let any personal consideration come in the way of ensuring the people’s welfare.
DARA SHIKOH: Zebby, you can go build one unified State for yourself. I don’t agree with you, seriously. All this talk of unity is very dangerous. Akbar would have lost
if he had tried to impose uniformity over this great land. He adopted a federal
structure, and that’s the only one that will work. I will follow your example,
Zebby, and put on, what did you call it? – a new ‘persona’. I will act out the
liberal Prince. Rosy, get me some of these Hindu sacred books, will you? I will
have someone translate one of them in my name into Persian. You see, if we let
everyone do his thing, they will all come to us here in Agra , to the Agra Royal Court, to mediate between their
differing interests. And Freedom, not Unity, will get the ‘economy’ going.
JAHANARA: Now, what in heaven’s name is that?
DARA SHIKOH: Well, I can coin terms just as well as Zebby here. I don’t just mean commerce, or trade, or agriculture, but the sum total of work, how each work activity supports and depends on another work activity. That inter-relationship is what makes the gross product of all work grow, and that growth is dependent on local freedom of action, not on Zebby’s idea of a strong centralized State.
SHAHJEHAN: I love to see my children argue.
MURAD: All this is nonsense, Dad. You don’t have to do extraordinary things to get people going. Build your tomb if you like. I am all for art, and extravagance. You should hear Father Pius go on about how art and architecture brought wealth to poor cities like
Firenze, Venezia, Milano, of his country. Dad, people
don’t want to do great things like Zebby, they just want to have a good time. Have
we any idea how many people were employed to produce this single bottle of
wine? Or these dishes? They all represent work, money, incomes. And dancing
girls mean jewellery, costumes, weaves of cotton and silk of a thousand hues.
This great land lives on its textiles. A rich life for us means a good life for
everyone in Hindustan!
JAHANARA: I don’t understand any of this intellectual cut and thrust. No one in court understands any of you either, I know. I am sure even in the future, learned historians will never understand any of you. Anyway, these ideas have given me a headache. Mumu, let’s go away, and plan a great party.
MURAD: Right on!
[Jahanara and Murad leave]
ROSHANARA: We are such a close-knit family. I hope all these stupid ideas never come between us, and we always stay together.
SHAHJEHAN: Don’t worry, Rosy, love. We will always stay together.
[AURANGAZEB grips his father’s hand, while DARA SHIKOH looks on fondly. ]
END OF PLAY
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