Archive for the 'Folk Traditions' Category

25
Oct
15

The Jakhs

“If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.” – Diana Wynne Jones

Kachchh is so wrapped in legends and folklore that one can continue to peel layer after layer of a story and still remain transcendent with a yen for more! And, one of the most fascinating legends found in Kachchh is that of the Jakhs.

Folklore has it, that a ship-wreck close to the Jakhau port brought 72 persons possibly of Iranian origin to Kachchh. These people were good Samaritans. Travelling with a lantern they went around treating people with medicines they carried in boxes. They rode horses to go around the region. This is said to have happened nearly 800 years ago.

According to some historians these people got the name of Jakh because they came to the Jakhau port of Kachchh. Others say that their name is derived from the word “Yaksh” which means divine persons.

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18
Oct
11

Jāggars

“Over the centuries we have transformed the ancient myths and folk tales and made them into the fabric of our lives. Consciously and unconsciously we weave the narratives of myth and folk tale into our daily existence.” – Jack Zipes

My previous post produced two official comments; an expected roar of silence from some; one empathizer from offspring; and, a surge of emails from others – with varying tones of advice, gripe, commiseration, vacuity, analysis of my psyche and fascinatingly oblique commentaries – the latter leaving me with one single bemused thought: I would be a darling of the shrink community and if I had the money, would keep at least a few occupied and financially secure for some years!

There was also a flurry of links to blogs with humorous posts. Taking the hint, I did make an attempt not to be darkly dismal and reverentially gawked at Humour for a long time waiting for it to tickle my Muse, but she of the whimsical kind and devoid of the lighter vein, ultimately skewered him with the acerbic end of a funny bone. Woe is me!

But thanks for the insights and here is a toast to all – cheers – which has joie de vivre associations.

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Was preparing for a journey and witlessly looking for something; found an old chewed-up diary.

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