According to Hindu mythology, the Nyctanthes arbor-tristis commonly known as the Night-flowering Jasmine first appeared as a result of Samudra Manthan , the churning of the milky ocean. Even the Gods couldn’t resist themselves on seeing its ethereal beauty. Lord Krishna battled the King of Gods, Lord Indra, to win over the Parijat ( Sanskrit name of the tree) and so his first wife Satyabhama demanded the tree to be planted in her backyard. The flowers of the tree, however, always fell on the adjacent backyard of Queen Rukmini, Krishna’s other wife and his favourite, which Satyabhama resented. This story speaks volumes about the skills of the clever Krishna who never failed to maintain peace between his two wives, both of which wanted the Parijat exclusively for themselves
My mother, however, told me a different version, one much closer to my heart. It talks about the princess Parijat who fell in love with Surya, the Sun God. Surya, however, had a condition before she could marry him – she should never turn away from him. Parijat agreed as she couldn’t even imagine turning away from her beloved. They married in Autumn and never knew when winter and spring flew by. During Summer when Surya’s power became immense, it became difficult for Parijat as even going near him would burn her. One day at noon Surya suddenly appeared at her door and Parijat flinched for a second. Becoming angry, Surya’s powers knew no bound and Parijat wilted. Surya, on coming to his senses, realized his mistake and turned to the Gods for help. The Gods knew Parijat had loved Surya with all her heart and so granted her another life as a tree. The sun now visits her during the night and the flowers are so fragrant because they have been kissed by the Sun. They, however, still can’t bear the rays of the sun during the day and so the tree sheds its flowers at dawn.
In childhood during my Durga Puja Holidays, a cane basket in hand, I would assist my mother to gather the fallen flowers from the ground. Later we would sew them into a garland to be offered to The Gods. I noticed that these were the only flowers which were picked from the ground; the others we plucked from trees. My mother explained that Parijat has a special status as the Gods’ favourite flower and so they didn’t mind giving it the loving name of Harsingar, the ornament of The Gods.
The Parijat, or Shiuli as we Bengalis lovingly call it, signals the arrival of Sharad and thus the Sharadotsava or the Durga Puja, a time for all Bengalis to shed our worries, spring clean our lives and rejoice.
Beautiful post worthy of a beautiful flower
Thank You dear. I know you too love this flower.
Such a beautiful story, Dola. And the name, Shiuli, suits you to a T.
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Thank you Sonia. I thought so too 🙂
What a lovely story, Dola! 🙂
Thank you Adite!
🙂 lovely story, beautifully told!
Thanks Pulkit
it was great read about the shiuli phool. There are so many stories in Hinduism and all more intriguing than the other and you have so beautifully written about it.
Glad you liked my post, Ahana. Shiuli is connected to so many childhood memories, I always feel nostalgic whenever it’s mentioned. Thanks for dropping by on my blog.
I was looking for the Engilish name for Shiuli and then I found this lovely story about shiuliful. Nicely written. During this time of the year, we, Bengalis go into Durga Puja mood and look for all the things which relates to Durga Puja. God Bless you and do share other nice stories like this one.
I’m so glad you liked this story. It was written a long time back but I was also re reading it just a few days back! Really, we bengalis are so alike!
Thanks for dropping by my site & I hope you come back often 🙂
Can you send some shiuli seeds to UAE
Why not? 🙂
I an e some gorgeous childhood memories with this blossom! Thank you for such a beautiful share. I shall attempt a similar blog on it soon.
Does Shaifali also means shiuli in Bengali?
Yes, Shefali is another name for the Shiuli flower, Kalyani.
Today morning I accidentally came across a Parijat tree after a long time. I found your blog and was very glad to hear the story behind it. So many memories with those flowers … With my grandmother and her way of explaining mythological stories came up.
Thanks for visiting, Krupa. I also feel nostalgic whenever this flower blooms in my garden.
Shiuli, Sharad probhat, sharadotsov.
Such a well-written post
Thank you so much.