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India.com
12-06-2025
- Entertainment
- India.com
Mumbai's Myths And Legends: A Captivating Storytelling Experience
Mumbai, a city and a metropolis, is one of the most populated cities in India. It's inline with the dystopian era that India faces: it's always brimming with people yet it faces poverty. But it also houses glittering skyscrapers, beaches, fashion streets, and most importantly Bollywood. The cinema industry often overshadows the true Mumbai and its history, embedding myths and stories that retrieves its distant reality. Behind the hustle and bustle of the city lies centuries-old legends that grant depth to its surface-level charm. Let us uncover some of these stories together and start with the most well known Mumbadevi and the Goddess behind her. Temple: The reason behind the city's name. Prior to being called Mumbai, the city was known as Bombay, stemming from the name given to a Goddess Mumbadevi, the Goddess of Devi Mumba. Mumbai as per Hindu mythology is the Goddess of Koli fishermen, the tribes that originally settled in the city of Mumbai. She was believed to have appeared in the fishermen's dreams and instructed him to dig a lake and in return her gold to have his people worship her in exchange for abundance and prosperity. Later a fisherman created a shrine for her and the fishermen tribe originated temples for the Goddess. With the passage of time, Mumbadevi Temple, located in the ever-bustling Bhuleshwar region, has transformed into a site where devotees flock to seek Mumbadevi goddess' blessings. The temple is well-known within the city and is regarded as a treasure of Mumbai's spiritual heritage; furthermore, it has also become an unofficial symbol of the city. The people of Mumbai have a strong connection with their city, and the story of Mumbadevi serves as evidence to illustrate this connection. Haunting Tales of Banganga Tank Malabar Hill is equipped with a Banganga Tank, which is known for being one of the oldest and sacred water bodies of the Indian city of Mumbai. It is believed that Lord Rama created the tank during his quest to rescue his wife Sita from the demon king Ravana; this aligns with Hindu mythology. When Rama was in desperate need of water for a ritual, he shot an arrow into the ground, causing a spring of water to gush forth. And thus, the Banganga tank was created. Yet, the gentle and spiritual atmosphere of Banganga Tank comes with its share of supernatural stories. Due to its depth, locals believe the tank is haunted by the spirits of those who died in the many battles that occurred there. Visitors to the tank at night have reported ghostly sights and strange noises. In spite of its eerie past, Banganga Tank is still a site of pilgrimage and meditation for many, where the old and the mythical 's merge. Curse of the Tower of Silence Malabar Hill grudgingly houses the Dakhama or Tower of Silence, a Zoroastrian funerary structure. It is here that the Parsi community follows an ancient ritual of Zoroastrianism burials where the dead are left to be feasted on by vultures. The Tower of Silence, like many other sites in India, is surrounded by a veil of secrecy that has given birth to endless myths and stories. The curse of the Tower of Silence is one of the most famous legends in the world. According to the story, anyone who steps foot inside the tower will be cursed with misfortune and death. Many individuals out of curiosity or sheer ignorance dared to step inside the tower only to meet with unfortunate ends. This is why it is referred to as the Tower of Silence because there are no silences that can be broken. The myths that have surrounded the ground are reminders to this day to never ignore and respect the tower for what it is. of the Phantom Bus The legend of the phantom bus that appears late at night is one of the most popular urban legends in Mumbai. People report seeing the bus on Mumbai's Eastern Express Highway on their way to or from the city to its suburbs. It is said that during midnight, a ghostly red bus begins to appear and starts picking up riders. It is known to be driven by an individual devoid of any heads and is said to have a bus full of eerily quiet people. There have been reports of a mysterious bus that witnesses have claimed, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. It speeds past other buses and cars, leaving them in the dust, only to disappear without trace. Some people believe the bus is a remnant from an old tragic accident that took place on the highway, whilst others think that it is a manifestation of the restless spirits that can be found haunting the road. The phantom bus of Eastern Express Highway still continues to both fascinate and terrify the city of Mumbai and its residents. Enigma of the Hanging Gardens Hanging Gardens of Mumbai, also called Pherozeshah Mehta Gardens, found on Malabar hill is another tourist attraction spot. Although this garden is famous for both locals and tourists, it has its own controversial legend. The folklore goes that the garden is built over an ancient graveyard which gives rise to the spirits of the dead. Explorers to the Hanging Gardens have reported unusual happenings like sudden drops in temperature, inexplicable voices, and the sensation that someone is keeping an eye on them. Some even state that shadowy figures are moving among the trees. The Pygmalion legend of the Hanging Gardens does enhances the mystery of this serene oasis at the center of the city: Final Thoughts Mumbai has a different charm, where the contemporary meets the age-old traditions, and where reality fuses with fantasy. Mumbai's rich culture, as well as, the story-telling abilities of its residents are encapsulated brilliantly in the local legends and myths. Each of these fascinating tales, woven through time, captures the beauty within, and the pain without, offering a glimpse into the soul of Mumbai. As you traverse through the lively streets, remember that every street and every monument hides a story, waiting to be discovered.
Yahoo
16-05-2025
- General
- Yahoo
Of opium, fire temples, and sarees: A peek into the world of India's dwindling Parsis
Tucked away in a lane in the southern end of India's financial capital, Mumbai, is a museum dedicated to the followers of one of the world's oldest religions, Zoroastrianism. The Framji Dadabhoy Alpaiwalla Museum documents the history and legacy of the ancient Parsi community - a small ethnic group that's fast dwindling and resides largely in India. Now estimated at just 50,000 to 60,000, the Parsis are believed to be descendants of Persians who fled religious persecution by Islamic rulers centuries ago. Despite their significant contributions to India's economic and cultural fabric, much about the Parsi community remains little known to the mainstream population and the wider world. "The newly-renovated museum hopes to shake off some of this obscurity by inviting people to explore the history, culture and traditions of the Parsi community through the rare historical artefacts on display," says Kerman Fatakia, curator of the museum. Some of these include cuneiform bricks, terracotta pots, coins and other objects sourced from places like Babylon, Mesopotamia, Susa and Iran and are dated to 4000-5000 BCE. These are places where Zoroastrian Iranian kings once ruled, like the Achaemenian, Parthian and Sasanian dynasties. There are also artefacts from Yazd, a city in central Iran which was once a barren desert and the place where many Zoroastrians settled after fleeing other regions of Iran after the Arab invasion in 7th Century BCE. One of the notable artefacts on display is a replica of a clay cylinder of Cyrus the Great, a Persian king who was the founder of the Achaemenid empire. Fatakia says the clay cylinder - also known as the "Edict of Cyrus" or the "Cyrus Cylinder" - is one of the most important discoveries of the ancient world. Inscribed in cuneiform script, it outlines the rights granted by Cyrus to his subjects in Babylon. Widely seen as the first human rights charter, a replica is also displayed at the United Nations. Then there are maps that trace the migration routes of thousands of Iranian Zoroastrians who fled their home country fearing persecution and travelled to India in the 8th to10th centuries, and again in the 19th century. The collection also features furniture, manuscripts, paintings, and portraits of prominent Parsis - among them Jamsetji Nusserwanji Tata, founder of the iconic Tata Group, which owns brands like Jaguar Land Rover and Tetley tea. Another striking section showcases artefacts collected by Parsis who grew wealthy in the early 19th century trading tea, silk, cotton - and notably, opium - with China. The exhibits include traditional Parsi sarees influenced by designs from China, France, and other regions shaped by these global trade ties. Two of the museum's most compelling exhibits are replicas of a Tower of Silence and a Parsi fire temple. The Tower of Silence, or dakhma, is where Parsis leave their dead to be returned to nature - neither buried nor cremated. "The replica shows exactly what happens to the body once it's placed there," says Fatakia, noting that entry to actual towers is restricted to a select few. The life-size replica of the fire temple is equally fascinating, offering a rare glimpse into a sacred space typically off-limits to non-Parsis. Modelled on a prominent Mumbai temple, it features sacred motifs inspired by ancient Persian architecture in Iran. The Alpaiwala Museum, originally founded in 1952 in what was then Bombay, is one of the city's older institutions. Recently renovated, it now features modern displays with well-captioned exhibits in glass cases. Every visitor is offered a guided tour. "It's a small museum but it is packed with history," Fatakia says. "And it's a great place for not just the residents of Mumbai or India to learn more about the Parsi community but for people from all over the world."
Telegraph
04-03-2025
- Entertainment
- Telegraph
Blood, guts and lesbian sex in a ruined convent? This novel was almost good
You might think that Argentina's most brilliant literary exports today are the children of Jorge Luis Borges. Wrong: they're descended from Silvina Ocampo, the unsettling short-story writer who was Borges's near-contemporary. Look, for instance, at Mariana Enriquez and Samanta Schweblin; or Agustina Bazterrica, whose Tender is the Flesh, a novel about factory-farming humans for cannibalism, proved a hit. Bazterrica's latest novel to reach English, thanks to translator Sarah Moses, is The Unworthy. It's set in a dystopic, post-civilisation convent. The building is a former Christian site, and its images of 'the erroneous God, the negative mother, the false son' are now smeared with black paint; yet they maintain Christianity's language and worst excesses. There are the 'Chosen' and 'Enlightened', who live in a 'Refuge', locked away beyond a 'carved black door' like Julian of Norwich. There's also the 'Tower of Silence', 'Creek of Madness' and more besides. Our female narrator has a child's sadistic curiosity about insects and nature, and can't remember her life before she arrived at the convent as a 'wanderer', which diseased and dying people continually do. She keeps a journal which, we're meant to believe, is written in her own blood; well, aside from a few exceptional moments when she has charcoal and berries at hand. She records that in this convent, eyelids are sewn, people are sat on shards of glass. There are lashings, flagellations, tongues cut out, burnings and live burials. There are mysterious environmental illnesses too, such as a 'haze with a sticky consistency, like a spiderweb', which causes skin reactions and breathing trouble. This is the sort of sinister material of which, in sparing amounts, the best Latin American stories are made. But like eggs, Bazterrica's terrors come by the dozen, and with oversaturation comes mundanity. There's a lot of blood, to the point that I envisioned someone backstage with a hose of it, or a sophisticated, blood-spewing sprinkler system. (Other excretions are conspicuously marginalised. Faeces are mentioned once. To consume rotting fish leads to a chest 'gone up in flames', blood that's 'lava, a scalding ocean' – not the more pedestrian diarrhoea.) There is no relief, comic or otherwise. The story descends into an Ann Radcliffe ridiculousness that would make Jane Austen giggle, and therefore I'm afraid, the average British reader. The language, at least in translation, is clichéd and unintentionally spoofy: 'Still, like a broken stone sculpture', or 'many-headed serpent of desire'. It lacks the knowing and highly controlled puppeteering of Ocampo's or (say) Angela Carter's work. At last, a rare cup of coffee at the convent opens up the narrator's memory, like a post-apocalyptic Proustian madeleine, to a parade of hallmark images of civilisational collapse: the eating of housecats, the burning of books, the killing of children. Old mobile phones are 'black screens and silence'. From then on the narrator remembers and tells the reader everything, and the structure shifts between the present and the past. (Essentially, the coffee is one powerful narrative laxative.) At the convent, she starts a lesbian affair with a newcomer, Lucia, while hinting to her, and to us, that in her pre-convent life she suffered the loss of a mysterious 'Circe'. 'I don't want to write what happens next,' she writes. 'The pain, the silent fury… my clothes tattered, stained with blood, hers and mine, two bodies broken, hers and mine'. When she tells Lucia, they sob over it together. This melodrama tested my patience: how painful could it be for the narrator if she had forgotten entirely until a shot of caffeine? And in a world where they mainly eat crickets, where are the coffee beans coming from? This reader felt no emotion. I'd seen too many gouged-out eyes.
