"Don't look anyone in the eye neither should you throw your gaze left or right. I for one, am not going to risk that" advised Mintu who was driving us down to Pobitora famed for dense population of the one horned rhino.
"If I am turned into a cat, I assure you, I will still find my way back home to Goalpara, even if I have to drag myself through" he jested. Pobitora was an hour's drive from Guwahati in the Morigaon district. Mintu's concerns stemmed from the countryside we were driving through which was Mayong, the cradle of India's black magic practice.
Turning people into animals and plates stuck to their back to cure aches were a few instances of normal occurrence of Mayong, according to the whispers. But then what else would one expect from Mayong, touted to be the capital of Black Magic of the country. I remembered little tit-bits of how people referred to
Mayong in an oblique way in their conversations. That if anyone partook a bowl
of tea in any household of Mayong, chances are that he would leave with the
peera, a low wooden stool stuck to his rear. This was one of the most common
sayings. There was a time when it was
said that every household in Mayong practiced magic and people from far and
near came here to learn the art. Rumours are that it included PC Sorcar Jr. Even in
the annals of history there are references to Assam as the land of sorcery and
black magic. Raja Ram Singh when directed by Aurangzeb to march towards east, sought sufi saints and Guru Tegh Bahadur to accompany them as protection against sorcery. There is an interesting note of previous encounters by Shihabuddin, who chronicled Mir Jumla's march to Assam province.
"...No one who entered this country ever returned and manners of this country were never known....the people of Hindustan used to call the inhabitants of Assam sorcerers and magicians....They say that whoever enters this country is overcome by charms and never comes out of it." (A History Of Assam by Sir Edward Gait)
"...No one who entered this country ever returned and manners of this country were never known....the people of Hindustan used to call the inhabitants of Assam sorcerers and magicians....They say that whoever enters this country is overcome by charms and never comes out of it." (A History Of Assam by Sir Edward Gait)
It is the vagaries of time then, this magical aura submerged never to rise again. Ironically the present generation, who are well
in the clutches of JK Rowlings Hogwarts, Voldemort and Harry Potter, remain
ignorant of a magical past of their land. Mayong remains a vague idea and not a
real existence on the geographical map.
Mintu cruised ahead on the road, his aim being to reach the
resort well before darkness fell. Vague stories floating down
from memory coloured the landscape we crossed. A beautiful thicket
lining one side of the road had many teak trees and dense undergrowth. Rocks
and boulders jutting out from within made me think of possibilities rising out
of the stories. Suddenly they seemed eerie and I looked hard for any evidence of the past. The villages we crossed seemed normal with people going about
their everyday chores. Nothing magical there. Quite a disappointment actually!
The resort organized a magic show that evening, probably
cashing in on its lost history. Nothing extra ordinary there. I asked the
staff, who were locals, about any occurrence that was out of the
ordinary ambit of life. They were quick to wash off their hands.One of them smiled sheepishly, “ Frankly, our
generation has not taken it up seriously. There are very few of us who would
have taken the lessons of this craft. There are strict rules to be followed which
becomes difficult to abide by, in the present conditions when there is a family
to be fed.”
And as if to compensate for the disappointment writ large on
my face he hastily adds,” I’ve heard stories from my uncle who says he has been
a witness to some of them. On one occasion there was a duel between two wizards
and they saw fireworks and balls of fire as they tried to counter each other’s
spells and hexes. But we haven't seen magic here as far as we can remember.”
Stories again. And yet there is proof of a magical past. A
museum put together by local effort displays ancient scripts bearing chants, charms and hexes. These have been collected from the homes of the people here in order to preserve them. One suspects that people haven't really given up all that they inherited.
Sitting there amidst the lush paddy fields, in a nicely done up resort right next to the Pobitora sanctuary, very few seemed interested in the formidable past of Mayong. It's glory and tales of enchantment eluded the present and remained amorphous in the real world.
This post was written for TWTFOW#5
This post was written for TWTFOW#5
