I’d experienced many of
the major Hindu rites—paasni, the
first feeding of solid food when a baby turns six months old; bratabanda, the ceremony in which
Brahmin and Chetri boys receive the sacred threads that mark them as men; and bibaaha, the marriage ritual binding
husband and wife. I’ve attended three lak
bhatti, when a household burns a hundred thousand threads as an offering
for prosperity, two chauraasi, the
ceremony for reaching 84 years, and twice celebrated all the major Hindu
holidays. But, fortunately, I had never attended malaami, a funeral.
When I awoke on Tuesday
morning, word had already spread through the village that Nadiram Oli had died
in his sleep. He had heart disease, they said, and was actually quite sick,
though few knew it. He was only in his early fifties, an active member of the
village development committee, a farmer, and a family man, among other things.
Around 11pm, his grandson had found him unresponsive on the floor and awoke the
rest of the family. I had just spoken with him the previous day about how muddy
the road got in the rain.
His body had already been
brought down to the river by the time my host brother and I arrived at Nadiram’s
house. The women of the village were clustered under the awning to keep out of
the rain.
Following a Hindu man’s
death in Nepal, his family must observe a number of prescribed practices. Nadiram’s
wife will remove all symbols of her marriage—her nose ring, her golden
necklace, and her plastic bangles. She will not perform the ritual offering of puja for the next year and will never
again wear red tikaa on her forehead.
For 45 days, she may not enter another’s home. Nadiram’s sons, in turn, will
shave their heads. For the next thirteen days, they will wear only white, avoid
touching all living things, and, along with their mother, go barefoot. During this
time, they will eat only one meal a day, at noon, consisting only of rice,
clarified butter, and occasionally unripe bananas. They may not eat food cooked
or touched by others, nor may others cook or touch their food. They are not
permitted to have seconds, and if they have leftovers, they must bury them.
Daughters have fewer restrictions: unmarried daughters must simply avoid salt
for thirteen days; married daughters for five. If a Nepali woman dies, the
thirteen days of purification are observed, but this is where the similarity
ends. The widower may watch the ceremony so long as he does not remarry.
Traditionally, widows do not remarry after their husband’s death.
Carefully stepping through
the muddied road, we made our way to the community forest to collect wood.
Hindus burn their dead by rivers, which are held to be sacred, in order for the
life to pass into the stage in the cycle of life. According to tradition, after
dying one must pass through 84 cycles of life before again being reincarnated
as a human.
When we had each found a
branch, we joined the procession walking toward the river. Over a hundred
people had gathered there, of various villages, castes, and ages. All, however,
were men—women do not attend the cremation ceremony. My host brother had
advised me not to greet those I met with the traditional “Namaste”, as this was
not a happy time. The mood was somber, made solemner by the light rainfall that
steadily grew to a downpour.
By the riverside was a platform
of logs, upon which rested the body of the deceased, wrapped in cloth to shield
it from the eyes of the living. To one side lay a pile of wood, by which a fire
burned in spite of the falling rain. We looked on as Nadiram’s sons circled the
unlit pyre, with flowers and leaves clasped in their hands, as a Hindu priest
read a prayer.
After the youngest, who had traveled a distance and arrived late, had made his due rounds, the pyre was lit. One by one, each of those assembled took up a branch from the pile and placed it on the burning heap. Gradually, and with the help of some gasoline, fire overcame water. Then it was done, and we walked home through the relentless rain and mud.
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