Aita Tumi Jerengar….

Aita Tumi Jerengar

Koka Deuta Mejengar

Tamul Kati, Tantot Lagi Hola Burhi-Ai

Aamar Xewa Lua Ai

Beleg Thaiu Dekha Nai

Ehat Dighal Oranite Thakila Lukai…..


The artist, lyricist , composer – I can remember none. But I still remember the song to most extent although it has been a decade and half since I heard it last. I haven’t been listening to radio since than. Broadcasted from the All India Radio, Dibrugarh centre, it was a song I always enjoyed listening to, and when the first time I heard it(may be at the age of 5/6 years), I thought the song was based on our very own Aita. Aita was also born in a village adjacent to Jerenga Pothar . Although  Koka did not belong to Mejenga, somehow he was related to that place. Aita was a typical example of rural Assamese woman by look, voice, the way she talks, the way she lives her life – in short by nature. Mother of three daughters and four sons, Aita managed her big family very efficiently and lived a very simple and peaceful life along with Koka.


As I look back today, I see that I have spent a major part of my childhood time with my Aita. As a toddler I was quite unmanageable (I was a real crier and screamer, they say), and often my mother would get fed up and thrust me on the lap of Aita. And what a cozy place it was ! I would immediately fall asleep as I silently listened to the melodies of Aita’s “Nichukoni geet”. Even as I was growing up, it was my habit to sleep with Aita although sometimes I had to bear with her scolding as often I used to wet her bed during night.  


On the summer evenings, she would spread out her “Pati” on the courtyard and start singing some verses of “Kirtan-Ghokha” or “Naam-Ghokha”. We the grandchildren would rush and harass her with our never-ending demands for telling “Xadhu”. She would use  a “Bichoni” with one hand to give us a tranquillizing breeze of air as she starts telling “Xadhu Kotha” in her own unique style. With a starry sky over our heads and dim moonlight round the corners, she led us to a whole new world of dreams and imagination on “Pokhiraj Ghonra” . All her “Xadhu” would invariably end up with one dramatic dialogue –“ Tarpisot? Tarpisot Amaru Kapur Kani Kola Hol, Aami Ghoroloi Ghuri Aahilu..”. Children would never be content and urge her for telling another one, and she would start again. One after another, then another – all kinds of “Xadhu”s. She was just an inexhaustible store of “Xadhu Kotha”.


She had this magic on her hands. Anything she cooks, however simple it is, it tastes so delicious. I won’t forget the taste of her dishes – “Masor Tenga”, “ Khar”, “Dhekia-Aloo Bhaja”, “Pura Goroi Masor Pitika” and so on…. Those are just invaluable and I know that I shall never get an opportunity to savor the taste again in my life.


Aita is still there among us though old age has overcome her exuberance of life. Illiterate but wise, poor but happy, she is proud to see her descendants progress in life with success. She feels a completeness within herself being a successful and loving mother as well as grandmother. She won’t tell a “Xadhu” anymore or prepare a dish . But , Aita, I still love you. You are in my heart. And I wish you be with me till the end of my life.

I want to sing every morning – Aita Tumi Jerengar…


  1. u really touch my heart.I was too close to my aita. she was also the same simple, happy and complete assamese village woman. she didnt go to school, but she knew everything, she spent her time with us, telling the "Xadhu kotha", "Mahabharat and Ramayan story", even assam history and Indian history. she also used to read news paper and assamese novels, articles. a big personality she was. Being a village woman and without any academic education, she was a educated woman with her own style. She remember every paragraph of Mahabharata, Ramayana, Gita, Kirtan ghokha or Nam Ghokha. She used to tell us the story of these epics like a Xadhu kotha. Even the Mughal story “Sahjahan story”, “Babar story” as a Xadhu kotha. Today I realize, how much she knew? How can a person remember so much? She used to work whole day, but managed her time to read news paper and other books. After dinner we used to sit in front of our little “Guhaighar” in our “Sotal” and she used to sing a para of Manabharat or Kirtan, and described us each line of it. Her style of telling the stories were so different and so interesting. I thought, no one have knowledge as much as my aita had, no one can tell story as beautifully as my aita can. Her thinking, her mentality was so broad. Even her sons and daughter and even me cann’t reach her level.

    She was from a Royal family, her father was Congressee, he had a hourse(that time, ppl used horse for communication), her brother had a horse. This was at the time of independence. They also fought for india’s freedom. She told us how they did meetings to do their plans at their home. Even she met Chandraprabha Saikia many times. My aita didn’t go to school, but teacher came to their home for teaching. Even she learnt singing from music teacher at their home only..…………..what a life? May be that’s why she was so simple but truly educated, cultured, simple and loving.

    The way she talk, her interest in reading and knowing new things, her general knowledge, her living style, dishes she cooked, being a village woman, her standard of thinking, always simple and peaceful who gave us the teaching of Gandhi, a loving mother as well as grand mother, her personality, she was a complete woman with all these.

    Now she is not with us, but today her teaching follow us. Being in a Metro, I didn’t she any woman with that level of education, that level of thinking. I love u aita. I r the best in our life

  2. Even though I never spent such moments with my Aita, I rem xadhus that Deuta used to tell….

  3. Hey my page was in Assamese, just that you have to reset the character encoding to UNICODE UTF-8…I wrote it in Assamese

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