The night before Eid-ul-Fitr, on November 23rd 1938, my sister and I had mehendi on our hands.
Our family was not very observant, so my sister and I performed our prayers by copying. Afterwards we did the rounds, collecting idis from papa’s friends—coins of the realm in denominations from 4 annas to 5 rupees (a fortune). We continued the take back home, demanding our due from anyone older.
For Eid-ul-Fitr—mithi Eid—my grandmother would start making the sewiyan for sheer khorma weeks in advance, rolling dough on a huge board. But Id-ul-Adha—Bakhri EId—was of course the more spectacular culinary event. My father would dispatch six sheep when we returned from the Idgah and most of the meat would be distributed. The skins were sent to the orphanage, and sometimes the orphanage band would come and play at our gates. From our portion of the meat, my grandmother would dry long strips to be roasted or fried later—it would keep forever. The intestines would be cleaned and dried as well, to be fried up into delicious papad-like aanth. All day there would be an endless parade of guests and dishes coming and going. Before anyone left they would be given chikni supari and attar.
We didn’t know it then but in 1938 we had entered the final decade of life in the Nizam’s Dominions. Id is still a big occasion in Hyderabad of course but everything else has changed—don’t get an old Hyderabadi started on that! Even the idis were better…
Time Traveller
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