Hindus burn the dead body after death, this process of burning is called ‘cremation’.
But cremation of mustache hair?
Looks very awkward! Isn’t it !
Heard about the cremation of the body, but the cremation of the hair of the moustache! Perhaps this true incident which never happened anywhere else in the world happened in our Rajasthan, which is unique and exciting.
The heroes of this incident belong to the Kshatriya clan. Branch Champawat and village Harsolav which came under the then princely state of Jodhpur.
This is a conversation of the time when Delhi was ruled by Emperor Shah Jahan. Maharaja Gaj Singh (I) was on the throne of Marwar. Gaj Singh’s eldest son Amar Singh was the independent ruler of Nagaur. Amar Singh great brave and self-respecting. Grumpy by nature.
Mustache Hair Cremation – Rajasthani Story
He had more than one brave man in his job, looking like a demon, tall in stature, big moustache, muscular body, big eyes. Once you see it, your heart will sit. Sacrifice your life at the behest of your master.
This same Amarsingh had killed the king’s brother-in-law Salawat Khan by hitting him with a dagger in the full court of Agra. Among the many heroes of Amar Singh, Ballu Champawat of Harsolav village was also one.
It is said that Ballu was cremated thrice.
Isn’t it surprising?
But these incidents have been mentioned in legends, historical legends and charan literature, hence they are authentic.
For now, we will discuss in detail the incident of cremation of hair of mustache-
Mustache Hair Cremation – Rajasthani Story
,Balluji Champawat was cremated thrice, first time Taking the dead body of Amar Singh by jumping from the fort of Agra, handing over the dead body to the soldiers of Amar Singh standing below, he attained Veergati while fighting, then he was cremated on the banks of Yamuna.
Second time, when there was a rift with Amar Singh, Balluji left Nagaur and went to the service of Maharana Raj Singh Mewar. Maharana was greatly impressed by the courage and personality of Baluji. Staying with Maharana for some time, took leave from there as well, at that time Maharana gifted a fast paced luxurious mare to Balluji.
Expressing his gratitude, Baluji promised Maharana that he would be present to fulfill his duty of remembering in times of distress.
When war was going on between Maharana Rajsingh of Mewar and Aurangzeb in the loss of Debari, at that time Balluji was remembered, then Balluji was seen fighting on a mare gifted by Maharana to fulfill his posthumous promise.
second time their stain Debari was at a loss with other useful warriors.
And third cremation His moustache, which is described in detail here.)
Amarsingh and Ballu had a rift over some issue. Ballu became a dacoit, and looted the villages of Amarsingh. He used to distribute the looted money among the poor. Charan, Brahmins and poor people would have blessed Ballu from their heart. Seth trembles at the name of the moneylender Ballu. Couldn’t sleep comfortably at night. Don’t know when Ballu will come.
Mustache Hair Cremation – Rajasthani Story
Balu would have tied death on his head, fearless, fearless, looting –
Sur Bharosau Aaprai, Aap Bharosai Sih.
I don’t fight, I don’t eat, I don’t die.
Meaning- “The brave man roams on his own strength and in the same way the lion also roams in the forest on his own strength. Once attacking someone, brave men and lions do not run away, because they are not afraid of death. With whom they clash, they end up killing them.
During the lifetime of this dacoity, Ballu’s only daughter became eligible for marriage. The person who is spending his life day and night on the back of a horse and is looting money to the poor,
Worried about the marriage of the girl child.
what to do
From where to raise money?
Surrounded by all these questions, Ballu started worrying day and night to find a solution.
‘Let me die, don’t ask for the work of my body’
Don’t pledge your wife’s jewelry. I will not beg from anyone.
I will not use the looted money for the purpose of marriage.
No other source of income.
Then how can I get my daughter married?
But don’t you have determination in your mind? I want to get my daughter married with pomp. I will send my darling to her in-laws house with trumpets.
Ballu was thinking all these things while sleeping in the deep shade of Khejdi. Horse grazing nearby, saddle under head and sword nearby.
I don’t know when my eyes caught while thinking. As if someone is saying to him, “What are you thinking? Get up! Go to Kuchaman! Does not want to keep his wife’s jewel. No problem. At least he can keep his moustache’s hair? If the Seth of Kuchaman recognizes your masculinity, then you will get the money you asked for.
Go to Kuchaman. (Kuchaman is the name of a town.)
Your work will not be done while sleeping like this.
It will work if you do it.
Go to Kuchaman!
And Ballu sat up very alert. Looked here, looked there but no one.
Thought was a mess. Fell back to sleep.
The same voice arose for a while! Go to Kuchaman.
Came back conscious. Looked here and there But no one.
Then how is this sound? And whose?
The thought came, there is an order from some unknown power. Decided to go to Kuchaman and try my luck.
Mustache Hair Cremation – Rajasthani Story
Saddled the horse, took his sword, Ballu started towards Kuchaman. Keep thinking while walking, will Seth give money for the hair of the moustache?
And if not given then?
The voice came from inside, will you give?
If you don’t give then beheaded!
And Ballu got courage. Thought some unknown power is walking along to help him.
At last Ballu reached Kuchaman. Evening time. While inquiring about Seth’s house, the horse stopped outside the house. Called from outside- ‘Hey Seth is at home?’
A voice came from inside, who is the bella of this evening, brother?
‘This is me Harsolav’s Ballu Champawat.’
As soon as he heard the name of Ballu, it was as if Seth had smelled a snake. Where it was, it is as if stuck. Neither spoke nor moved.
Ballu called for the second time, Sethji come out, have to talk a little domestically. Seth came out trembling. Greeted with trembling hands and stood with folded hands. Couldn’t say anything due to fear.
Ballu consoled. Don’t be afraid Sethji. I have come for personal work today. You know that my house is on the saddle of a horse. Today here, tomorrow somewhere else. Raoji’s horses are following me all the time. I am the rebel I am wandering with a shroud on my head.
I want to marry my daughter. Not a penny nearby. I pledge my mustache hair. If I remain alive, I will pay every penny, otherwise the children will pay.
Seth’s condition, if caught, eats and leaves, has become the one. Keep saying neither no, nor yes. Standing silently like a statue with folded hands. Think in your mind, ‘ What is the trust of these Thakars? To give or not to give. If there is any jewelry, I will give money by mortgaging it. But what is the cost of mustache hair? I also have to take care of my children.