Sharmila Sinha explores the roots of bhang in the country’s rituals and culture
I first encountered bhang during my visit to Varanasi—the timeless city on the banks of the Ganga and the temple abode of bhang-loving god Shiva. “Padi, ya na padi (With or without)?” asked the vendor at Godhuliya Chowk selling thandaai, chilled milk with finely powdered almonds, fennel seeds, rose petals and saffron. My husband and my mother exchanged smiles and said, “Na padi (Without).” Then, some 20 years ago, the question and answer intrigued me. The thandaai wala was asking us whether we wanted the drink with or without bhang, leaves and flower tops of hemp.
Varanasi and bhang can be said in one breath. I have seen it being offered with datura flowers (Datura stramonium) to the Lord of the City in the temple adjoining the haveli where we would often stay during our visits to Varanasi. On the day of Holi, pakoras (fritters) made of hemp leaves are a special attraction (see recipes).
Bhang or hemp (Cannabis sativa), whatever one may choose to call it, has been an integral part of not only Varanasi but several ancient civilisations across the world. It is said that cannabis originated in the Himalaya and travelled the world over as weed. Its use and abuse have been recorded from time immemorial.
The first known cloth was made in China in 8,000 BC from hemp. The two essential materials used in ship-building—from the times of Vikings and Columbus—were wood and hemp. Ropes and sails made from hemp fibres were strong and pliable. They could take on harsh winds and withstand varying weather.
The paper, on which some of the classics of literature, including Alice in Wonderland, were written, was made from hemp. Besides, several therapeutic properties are associated with cannabis.
Tender bhang leaves: about a fistful
Green coriander: a few sprigs
Chickpea flour: to bind
Green chillies: one or two as per taste
Salt: to taste
Oil: for deep frying
Chop and crush the bhang leaves and mix them with coriander leaves. Sprinkle chickpea flour over them and add a little water to bind the greens. Add salt and green chillies. Mix well. Make small flat and round dumplings. Deep fry
Bhang ki Chutney
Juicy ripe apricots: four to five
Roasted bhang seeds: a tablespoon
Mint and coriander leaves: a few sprigs
Green chillies: to taste
Grind all the ingredients to paste. Add a dash of salt. It can enliven a simple meal of rice and daal or can be eaten as an accompaniment to paratha
Muli Ki Thekchi
Small-sized potato: 100 gm
Radish: one medium-sized
Oil: a teaspoon
Green chillies: to taste
Cumin seeds: half-a-teaspoon
Bhang seeds (paste): a table spoon
Coriander leaves: for garnishing
Crush, not chop, the potatoes and radish. Slit the green chillies. Heat oil in a pan; add chillies and cumin seeds to it. Add the crushed potatoes and radish when chillies turn golden brown. Mix well, cover the pan and let it cook on slow flame. Stir intermittently to prevent burning. Add the fine paste of bhang seeds after the concoction is fully cooked. Mix well and let it simmer for a minute with the pan covered. Serve it hot, garnished with coriander leaves, with parathas and bhang ki chutney
Caution: Make sure you eat the dishes on a holiday and get set to take a long bhang-induced sleep after the meal. Bon appétit
I discovered some of these medicinal uses some four years ago during a field trip with students to remote villages in the Shivaliks, the Himalayan foothills. The van gujjar communities there told us how smoking a joint just before delivery eases pain. Bhangolu
, as bhang
seeds are called in the region, are mixed with cattle feed for better milk yield. The paste of fresh bhang
leaves are used to dress wounds and cure sores, while its juice is applied to cure lice infestation and dandruff.
During another field trip with students to the fruit belt of the lower Himalaya, we stayed in a village for some days. Those were the summer months, time for fruits to be plucked and potatoes and onions to be dug out. The students enthusiastically helped the farmers pluck and pack the fruits. The city-bred ones learnt to scoop out onions and potatoes for their meals. Alongside, they would pluck a few sprigs of coriander and mint leaves for the preparation of a tasty side dish, bhang ki chutney
. It was a lip-smacking, nutritious accompaniment prepared from bhongalu
and served with the main course—rice and daal
or with parathas
—that they would look forward to at the end of the day.
The village residents usually roast bhang
seeds and keep them aside for the winters. Like the leaves, the seeds have high levels of omega oils, amino acids and vitamins, and keep the body warm during the harsh Himalayan winters. A fry of crushed radish and potato, garnished with the paste of roasted bhangolu
and green chillies, becomes the mouthwatering delicacy, thechki
. I learnt the recipe from the ever-smiling Manju Devi, one of the young brides of the family I stayed with.
During another trip this year to the remote Tolma village, 2,575 metres above the sea level in the Nanda Devi Biosphere Reserve, I saw hemp growing all around. On our probing, the residents answered straight-faced that they wanted to get rid of this persistent weed, especially because the government prohibits its cultivation.
We prodded a bit more. How times had changed, they told us. Cannabis smoking was prevalent till a few decades ago. The process was simple, explained Susheela Devi, an elderly woman. Bhang
flowers would be plucked, dried, crushed and wrapped in leaves—which would then be lit and the smoke inhaled. She told me this was beneficial in case of premenstrual syndrome, epilepsy and body ache. Now, with increased vigilance, no one wants to smoke the banned stuff. The seeds of the wild untended plants are a waste. In fact, the plants need to be regularly uprooted and burnt to prevent it from encroaching upon their ever-shrinking agricultural land.
Since 1980, it is illegal to grow, consume or traffic the weed in India without the government’s permission. Now, hemp is grown for medicinal use by the government. There are licensed shops that sell it.
At Tolma, Susheela had asked, “Why restrict communities from using this wonder weed, every part of which is useful?” Her question kept ringing in my head as I trekked down three kilometres to Suraithota village to head for home.
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