In India’s history, examples of religious tolerance and harmony are plentiful. One remarkable instance is the enduring relationship between the Parsi community and the Maratha Gaekwads of Baroda.
The phrase “Pran jaye par Vachan na jaye” — a person may be allowed to lose his life, but the credibility of a promise made by him must always be preserved — perfectly encapsulates the essence of this historical narrative.
In the 18th century, the Parsis sought protection from Maharaja Pilajirao Gaekwad against invaders threatening their religion. True to his word, the Maharaja extended his protection, ensuring the safekeeping of their sacred fire. The troops designated for this purpose were named the “Bawaji ni Paltan” or Parsi Platoon. A contingent of 200 men was stationed in each of the towns of Bulsar, Udvada, Sanjan, and Navsari to safeguard these sacred fires during turbulent times. This tradition of protection was honored by subsequent Maharajas.
During the reign of Damajirao Gaekwad (1732–1768), the Maharaja was requested to provide men from the Parsi Platoon for the Third Battle of Panipat. In response, he famously declared, “My fire cannot be orphaned,” thus upholding his promise to protect the Parsi holy fire even in the face of battle.
The commitment of the Gaekwads to safeguarding the Parsi community continued unwaveringly. Maharaja Sayajirao Gaekwad III once remarked, “The word of promise given by a Parsi is as precious to me as My Own Gaekwari ‘Rupaiya’ currency. It is bound to be honored.” This statement underscores the deep respect and trust between the Gaekwads and the Parsi community.
The principle of “Pran jaye par Vachan na jaye” — the idea that promises are sacrosanct — was meticulously observed, ensuring that the Parsi community flourished under the protection of the Baroda State. This legacy of mutual respect and protection continues to resonate today, with the Parsi community thriving in the regions that were once part of the Baroda State.
Partial Source: Times of India
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