Farzana (The Tempestuous Life and Times of Begum Sumru)

Item Code: NAG452
Author: Julia Keay
Publisher: Harper Collins Publishers
Language: English
Edition: 2013
ISBN: 9789350297094
Pages: 356 (24 Color Illustrations)
Cover: Hardcover
Other Details 8.5 inch X 5.5 inch
Weight 430 gm
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Farzana: The Tempestuous Life and Times if Begum Sumru tells the rags-to-riches story of one of the most colourful characters in Indian history. In a life that panned the chaotic years between the collapse of the Mughal Empire and the advent of the British Empire, this child of the streets beguiled her way to the command of a private army, becoming confidante of the emperor, and ruler of the most progressive principality in northern India. Her troops often held the balance of power. Her hospitality was the talk of the age. And, converting to Christianity, her piety found her corresponding with the Pope and building a church that may still be the largest basilica in the country.

The secret of Farzana's success lay in her infinite ability to reinvent herself ever reluctant to bestow her favours, the diminutive nautch girl proved an inspirational military commander, a ruthless adversary and then the wiliest of courtiers. Acknowledging her beauty, loyalty and bravery, Emperor Shah Alam II bestowed on her the titles Zeb-un-Nissa, jewel among Women', then Farzand-i-Aziz, 'Most Beloved Daughter', and finally Umdat-al-Arakin, 'Pillar of the State'.

In this scrupulously researched account, julia Keay restores to an easily over-romanticized life all the peril and complexities of a treacherous age. With larger-than- life paramours like the 'Alsatian butcher' Walter Reinhardt and the 'Tipperary Rajah' George Thomas, Farzana mixed history-making with adventure. Authoritative and compelling, this long-awaited biography does the same.

About the Author

Julia Keay was the author of several acclaimed biographies including The Spy Who Neuer Was, With Passport and Parasol and Alexander the Corrector. She also wrote numerous BBC radio documentaries and with her husband John Keay co-edited two editions of the Encyclopaedia if Scotland and the third edition of the London Encyclopaedia. The text of Farzana was completed just before her death in 2011. Julia lived in Scotland and is survived by her husband and four children.


In the first fifty years of the eighteenth century, Delhi and its region was transformed from one of the richest and grandest capitals of the world to an insecure battle zone, disputed by rival warlords, depopulated by half a century of massacres, and looted by a succession of brutal marauders. It was, however, still full of reminders of the magnificence of its past.

The approach to the city set the tone. For miles in every direction, half collapsed and overgrown, robbed and re-occupied, tottering and disintegrating, neglected by all, lay the remains of six hundred years of Indian imperium. Hamams and palaces, thousand pillared halls and. mighty tomb towers, empty mosques and semi-deserted Sufi shrines: there seemed to be no end to the litter of ages, the vanity projects of a hundred forgotten sultans, the products of the piety of a thousand long-dead Sheikhs. 'The prospect towards Delhi, as far as the eye can reach is covered with the crumbling remains of gardens, pavilions, mosques and burying places,' wrote Lieutenant William Franklin in 1795. 'The environs of this once magnificent and celebrated city appear now nothing more than a shapeless heap of ruins ...

It was a similar scene inside the city walls. The mansions of the nobles were larger than the city palaces of any European nobles, but they lay in a state of terminal disrepair and untended, were collapsing on every side. In the palace itself, the greatest treasures of the Red Fort had all been removed by Nadir Shah in 1739; fifty years later, in the summer of 1788, the marauder Ghulam Qadir personally blinded the Emperor, and then threw vinegar in the wounds by carting off his fabulous library (most of which he then sold to the Nawab of Avadh, much to the Emperor's fury'). The costumes of the court were threadbare and the precious stones had been picked out of the pietra dura work of the Imperial apartments. A blind emperor ruled from a ruined palace; most of the talented poets and artists had fled to Lucknow (with the single important exception of the mystic poet Mir Dard). Only those too old or decrepit or impoverished to leave remained.

Nor was it just the travellers who looked with sadness at this vast crumbling necropolis. Delhi-wallahs, particularly those who remembered better days, wept at the fate of their ransacked city: 'How can I describe the desolation of Delhi,' asked the poet Sauda. 'There is no house from which the jackal's cry cannot be heard. The mosques at evening are unlit and deserted. In the once beautiful gardens, the grass grows waist-high around fallen pillars and ruined arches.

It was in this Delhi, and on its Doab outskirts, that the Begum Sumru of Sardhana presided over one of the most fascinatingly hybrid courts in India. The Begum was originally said to have been a part- Kashmiri dancing girl whose rapid rise to fortune began when she became the bibi of a German soldier of fortune in Mughal service, Walter Reinahrdt known as 'Sombre' (Indianized to 'Sumru') after his severe expression.

When the Mughal Emperor Shah Alam gave Reinhardt a large jagir [or estate] north of Delhi, Reinhardt's Begum went with him and turned the village of Sardhana into their capital, with a ruling class drawn both from Mughal noblemen and a ragged bunch of over 200 ne'er-do-well French and Central European mercenaries, many of whom converted to Islam and took Muslim names", After Sombre's death, his be gum ruled in his stead, partly from Sardhana, and partly from her large palace on Chandni Chowk. She converted to Catholicism - while continuing to cover her head in the Muslim manner - and appealed direct to the Pope to send a chaplain for her court. By the time the intriguingly named Father julius Caesar turned up in Sardhana, her plans to build the largest church in northern India were already well advanced.

The culture of the Begum's circle mixed European and Mughal custom to an extraordinary extent: so much so that at least three of the Begum's European mercenary officers became poets in Urdu - one, whose pen name was Farasu, turned out to be the son of a German Jewish soldier of fortune Gotlieb Koine by a Mughal princess; he was included in the list of prominent Urd'u poets produced by the former principal of Delhi College, Alois Sprenger, while according to another contemporary critic this unlikely poet left behind him a 'camel load of poetic works". Another was 'jan', a son of George Thomas by one of the Begum's slave girls, who is depicted in the miniatures of the period wearing the extravagant kincob dress, bare feet and raffish haircut of a late Mughal banka or gallant."

The three-day-long Christmas festivities at Sardhana would be opened by High Mass, 'and during the following two days ... a nautch and a display of fireworks' during which the Sardhana poets had an opportunity for reciting their verses Dussehera, Diwali and Holi were celebrated with equal enthusiasm; in addition to which the Begum also dabbled in witchcraft. Indeed the diary of her heir, the wonderfully-named David Dyce Ochterlony Sombre, contains several references to the Begum employing women to cast spells and conduct exorcisms."

The way that the Christian converts at Sardhana continued doggedly to keep to their old Mughal customs was not to everyone's taste: as Fr Angelo de Caravaggio, the Capuchin who followed Julius Ceasar put it: 'My four years at Sardhana saw the construction of a church and a house. Since I was unable to bring about the abandonment of Muslim customs, and seeing no chance of improvement, I took the decision to devote myself to the education of children ... seeing that despite my efforts, Christianity did not affect the customs of the Muslims, I [eventually] returned to Agra with the children."

This fusion of civilisations could sometimes be confusing. The Begum was not alone in crossing cultures at this period. Her fellow Mughal jagirdar, the American-born William Linnaeus Gardner, had married a Shi'a Begum of Cambay, while his son James had married Mukhtar Begum, a first cousin of the Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar. Together they fathered an Anglo-Mughal dynasty, half of whose members were Muslim and half Christian; indeed some of them, such as James Jahangir Shikoh Gardner, seem to have been both at the same time.'?" In 1820, Gardner's Begum came to Delhi to negotiate a marriage alliance between her dynasty and that of the Begum Sumru, using the British Resident in Delhi, Sir David Ochterlony as intermediary: 'I believe James [Gardner's eldest son] is to be contracted at the next Ede,' wrote William Gardner to a cousin, but can say nothing certain as I am not in the secret. Eunuchs and old women are going between daily [between the two households] ... The only thing I have interfered in was to place my veto on the whole Royal Family coming to the shadee [marriage] as I cannot afford it ...

Finally, just as everything seemed to be arranged, there was a death in the entourage of the Begum Sumru who did not hesitate to declare forty days mourning, in the Muslim manner: 'the Old Begum has thought proper to make a very expensive and tedious mourning,' reported an increasingly irritated Gardner, 'and has been feeding all Delhi besides beating herself Black and Blue, and expects Sir David as hakim ... to take off her sogh [mourning clothes] at the end of the 40 days.' Ochterlony duly offered his assistance at the mourning rituals, but confided to one friend 'that the old Begum so mixes Christian customs with the Hindoostanee that though anxious to do that which would please the old lady, he simply did not know what was required.

The strangeness of this hybrid world is reflected still in the architecture which survives today at the Begum's capital ofSardhana. The vast basilica built by the Begum after her conversion promiscuously mixes baroque and Mughal motifs with a great classical dome rising from Mughal squinches decorated with Persian murqana motifs. Stranger still is the graveyard where the Begum's European mercenaries are buried in miniature Palladian Taj Mahal's covered with a crazy riot of hybrid ornament, where baroque putti cavort around Persian inscriptions and where latticed jali screens rise to round classical arches. At the four corners at the base of the drum, where you would expect to find minarets or at least small minars, there stand instead four baroque amphorae.

This world came to an unhappy end. The fabulous fluidity of culture and practices, and the plurality of beliefs which was possible in late Mughal India were completely impossible in the hierarchy-obsessed world of early Victorian London, with its firm social certainties and increasingly rigid racial and religious boundaries. After the Begum died, her state was annexed by the East India Company and her heir, David Dvce Ochterlony Sombre went off to Europe in search of justice.

Stateless, multicultural, multi-lingual and ethnically mixed, he found it hard to fit in anywhere outside the strange kingdom where he was raised. Dyce Sombre was a compendium of contradictions: he was raised by a former Muslim courtesan but became a pious Roman Catholic, and ended his days as both a Knight Templar and a Knight of the Pontifical Order of Christ. Exiled to London, he was blackballed from Gentlemen's Clubs and reviled in the streets as 'a Black Bugger,' but succeeded in marrying a prominent Viscount's daughter, and became the first Asian, and only the second non-white, to be elected to the Mother of Parliaments. Yet just as it seemed he had succeeded in breaking through the ceiling of high Victorian racial prejudice, Sombre's election was annulled for corruption, his marriage fell apart and his wife's family had him declared insane and took control of his fortune. Sombre ended up being incarcerated in a Liverpool lunatic asylum.

Many of the ideas for which Sombre was locked up - his insistence on trying to keep his aristocratic English wife in virtual purdah; his belief in djinns and spirits along with his strong conviction that good and evil spirits were battling over his soul; and his tendency to demand the right to duel the huge the number of people who he suspected of sleeping with his wife - these included the Duke of Wellington, Lord Cardigan (of the Charge of the Light Brigade fame) and his father-in-law as well as various 'waiters, servants, doctors and tradesmen' - would have appeared relatively unremarkable in India, and at least some of what people took to be his madness came from cultural misunderstanding rather than insanity.

Then at around 4 a.m. on the early morning of 21 September 1843, Sombre gave his keepers the slip, and disappeared into the night. Undetected, he managed to catch an early morning express train from Liverpool's Lime Street to London. There he had jumped onto another Express to Southampton, where he made his way on an overnight steam-packet to Le Havre. Within forty-four hours of his escape from Liverpool the escapee reached Paris, and checked into one of the best hotels in town. Shortly afterwards he began collecting doctor's certificates to show that he was of completely sound mind. With these certificates secured, he began legal proceedings to recover the vast fortune which had been sequestered from him when he was declared non compos mentis, or, in the popular parlance of the time, a 'nincompoop'

He never succeeded in regaining most of it, despite alleging from his exile in Paris that his unfaithful wife had bribed the doctors to have him locked up so that she could seize his money; he also published a 591 page book, Mr Dyce Sombre's Refutation of the Charge of Lunacy which he circulated to anyone he thought could help.

He continued to litigate unsuccessfully for a further eight years in an attempt to get his fortune back, though his case was not helped by his increasingly eccentric and publicly immoral behaviour with a succession of prostitutes and a charge of exposing himself in public. He eventually died, dejected and alone, in a cheap hotel in London, having returned to the scene of his humiliations to try one last time to restore his lost reputation. It was only long after his death that his lawyers won a succession of cases proving that he been unjustly treated, and so restored to his executors much of his purloined fortune.

The sad but strangely attractive world of Sardhana has been told several times, but perhaps never so well as by julia Keay, who brought her customary style and wit to this amazing story. Sadly it has proved her last book. Soon after she and her husband John came to lunch at my Delhi farm on the last leg of their research for the book, Julia contracted cancer, and wrote it up while battling the disease. She died soon after finishing the first draft. The lively tone of her voice survives in its jauntily attractive and engaging style, and this book, about an amazing woman, now stands as fitting memorial to another. Julia will be greatly missed, and this book shows what an enjoyable writer we have lost.


In the golden age of letter writing, before steam power had shrunk the miles and the telegraph had stolen the news, no mail was more eagerly awaited than that penned by husbands, brothers, sons, fathers and sweethearts who had gone out to India to make their fortunes. Once delivered - and that could be a year after they were written - such letters were savoured like no others. Scanned in silence, read out loud, reread at leisure and studied minutely, they would then be tied with ribbon, and tucked in some place of privilege - the smallest drawer in an escritoire, perhaps, or a scented pocketbook - until such time, please God, as the next one arrived or, better still, the writer himself returned.

Whether short and stilted or long and eloquent, their news was as exciting as their familiar handwriting. Spiced with tales of moustachioed maharajas riding jewel-encrusted elephants and of naked men with long matted hair, they told of tiger-infested jungles, temples dedicated to outlandish heathen gods, debilitating heat and life-threatening illness, fortunes made and fortunes lost. Feats of heroism on the battlefield vied with accounts of the rankest intrigue at the numerous Indian courts; and among these, the scarcely credible exploits of a fraternity of freelance European adventurers excited particular wonder and accentuated the impression of an exotic land where fact was stranger than fantasy.

In these letters of the early nineteenth century, and in journals and memoirs written for posterity as much as family, one name crops up with intriguing frequency - that of a mysterious and apparently warlike 'Begum', or princess. 'Begum Sumru joined us with four battalions ... ', 'Begum Sumru was with her forces operating against a fresh rising of the Sikhs', 'Begum Sumru arrived in her palanquin, supported by a hundred men and a six-pounder gun', ' ... we dined at Begum Sumru's palace ... ', 'I breakfasted and dined with the old witch ... '. A begum is the female equivalent of a nawab, a Muslim prince, but this lady's enjoyment of the rank also owed something to several wordier titles conferred on her by the Mughal emperor, Of these Farzand-i-Azizi meaning 'Beloved Daughter [of the state]' was the most prized. At the imperial court she would be called by this honorific and, shortened and personalized as 'Farzana', it is thus that popular history has come to remember her. A heroine needs a proper name. Unlike 'Begum Sumru', 'Farzana' conveys the requisite intimacy while still implying the status she so jealously guarded.

Although few of those who met Farzana could boast more than a passing acquaintance, her fame seems to have been reason enough to mention her in their letters. Encounters with 'the old witch' of her later years evidently made just as lasting an impression as brushes with the petite temptress of her youth. She was not someone you forgot. Like the bejewelled elephants and the endless court intrigues, she neatly embodied the contrasts that characterized India in the chaotic years between the collapse of the Mughal Empire and the coming of the British Raj. Viscount Combermere, the British commander- in-chief in India during 1825-30, hailed her as a living relic of this extraordinary period, indeed 'a kind of Taj Mahal whom no foreign visitor could afford to miss'.

Nor did they. Invitations to her soirees in the heart of what is now Old Delhi were eagerly solicited and never, ever, turned down. Governors General and garrison commanders, judges and adjutants - some with bonneted wives, all with uniformed retainers - would pile into their carriages, swords clanking, stays creaking, to be driven off to her city palace. Set in an elegantly lit Mughal garden just outside the main Lahori Gate of the emperor's Red Fort, here they were entertained in regal style, dining on the begum's celebrated pilaus, downing her finest clarets and listening politely as her orchestra played a medley of God Save the King and the Marseillaise from an alcove in the corner. She never ate in the presence of her guests, and accounts vary as to whether she ever touched the wine, but unfailingly, when the memsahibs withdrew, Farzana gestured to a servant to bring her hookah and then settled down to a companionable smoke amid the men and their cheroots.

Awed by her apparent age ('she must be a hundred years old', wrote the French naturalist Victor Jacquemont in 1834,1 'she is bent in two and her face is shrivelled like dried raisins'), they yet marvelled at her 'naturally quick understanding', were charmed by her 'delightful wit and wonderful memory' and were much intrigued by what little they could glean of her exotic past. A Christian by then, and so not forced to live in the seclusion imposed on Muslim and Hindu women, she was the only emancipated Indian female most of these foreign acolytes would ever meet. They hung on her every word as she told of an age few could recall, of armies and atrocities, gallantry and treachery, and of an India more bitterly divided than at any stage in its history Equally sought-after were invitations to visit Farzana at her country estate in the nearby Doab (the land between the 'two rivers', the Jumna and the Ganges). This was at Sardhana, a township forty miles north-east of Delhi and so too far for an evening excursion. Only by having fresh horses posted at frequent intervals along the way could even the most dare-devil rider make the journey in less than three hours. Necessarily, then, there was the added pleasure of being allocated one of her well-appointed guest houses and savouring Indian hospitality at its princely best. Dancers and firework displays entertained the visitors; iced sherbets revived them. The curious could seldom resist the chance to inspect the choice bloodstock in her stables or the formidable weaponry displayed in her armoury.

In the brakes of her estate there were snipe to shoot, pigs to stick and peacocks to pamper. For the impecunious guest there was also the added attraction of exploiting the amiable naivety of her feckless heir and relieving him of a few gold mohurs at the card table or inveigling him into some dubious investment. For everyone there was the added attraction of catching up with old friends stationed at the British military base in nearby Meerut who seemed to have an open invitation to visit Sardhana as often as they liked. Guests might also, if they chose, attend the incense-heavy services in her personally commissioned church. And without fail, after they dispersed in a flurry of carriages, they all filled their letters and diaries with reminiscences of a decidedly unusual lady, once harem Jezebel, then warrior queen and latterly a less than likely candidate for Papal canonization.



  Foreword vii
  Prologue 1
1 Where Passions Rage 13
2 In Between Empires 26
3 The Butcher of Patna 43
4 Enchanted by Her Heroism 62
5 A Home of Their Own 77
6 Steel Beneath the Muslin 95
7 Fit for Service 124
8 Fearless Foreigner 146
9 Violence, Rapine and Barbarity 166
10 Errors of judgement 189
11 A Gathering Storm 214
12 A Salutory Experience 237
13 A Genius for Majesty 255
14 Best-laid Plans 269
  Epilogue 291
  Afterward 298
  Notes 300
  Select Bibliography 320
  Index 327
  About the Author 339


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