AN TRADITIONAL BELIEF
AN TRADITIONAL BELIEF3 mins 270 3 mins 270
During the older period women were always attached to domestic duties after marriage while the men, earning members, took the responsibility of outside duties. Main responsibility of a house wife was cooking and feeding her family members. They were often also prone to make the recipes more tasty and delicious. It may be a superstition from scientific standpoint or a psychological misconception, ancient housewives were believing that if they put their hands into the mouth of a tiger the food cooked by them might be more delicious.
My great grandfather was a dominant person throughout the Dalijoda Pragana of Tangi Choudwar Block during British regime and the headman of our village, Agrahat. He was a noble and benevolent person during whose tenure moral and disciplinary system of the village was praiseworthy wherefore people were loving and admiring him. One day during the spring season my great grandmother insisted on to insert her hand into a tiger's mouth. At that time Dalijoda jungle was full of wild animals. There were plenty of leopards, hyenas, wolves, jackals and other wild beasts including a few royal tigers.
So complying with his better half whom he was loving very much, my great grandpa one morning proceeded with a local hunter and 4 nos. of other companions to the forest and made a Mancha( high scaffolding) beside the goddess Damani, the divine mother who take care of the surrounding forests, at the bank of a mountaineous fountain. A large of wild animals were plying to drink water of that fountain. My grandpa and all attendants sat on the mancha after tying a goat to a peepal tree and waited for the tiger's arrival. It was a full moon night of March and the moon light was being scattered upon the woods. Moreover the gentle southern bridge was blowing which made the sitting comfortable on the Mancha. Grandpa looked at the Gandhian waiste watch which showed 8 PM. Suddenly raspy chattering of magpies and uproars of wild animals broke the tranquility of the forest. After a few minutes the hunting team heard a harsh rustling sound of dry leaves. The goat began trembling and a fierce
face of the king of the jungle appeared at a distance of hundred metres from the goat growling sound. Then the royal tiger bounced upon the goat and was shot down by the hunter.
Then with the help of six nos of Saara Mundas ( jungle tribes ) shouldered the dead tiger up to the village and my great granny was called on to the spot where tiger was lying. Out of courtesy, she requested other neighbouring housewives to season their hands for preparing delicious recipes by pushing their palms into the mouth of the tiger. They did so and had mental satisfaction. My Great Grandpa was pleased to satisfy his wife's desire.
Although I haven't got a chance to taste the recipes cooked by my late great granny, but I have heard from my grandparents and parents that it was true. Whatever food she was cooking was very much tasty. Whether it is scientifically true I don't know but I have been facing dilemma as yet.
( A rumour based story of our family)