FThe Lord of seven hills, have enough golden crowns to adorn the Divine head for another seven or seventy incarnations and he will be too happy if the money spent on the gem-packed golden head- wear, donated by the Kanchi Aacharya is utilized for alleviating the hunger of millions of his deprived and discarded subjects or to uplift them from the depth of ignorance and ill health. But who am I to comment on the action of His Holiness, the head of a Mutt?
But I can dream. And dreaming knows no boundary and is not governed by the stringent rules of any Agamas or Sastras. Nor those with huge brains can frighten my silly, small brain with any gratuitous display of mental superiority and threaten to pulverize me or call me a psychopath, because dreaming is a purely personal experience.
I see a saffron-robed young Namboodiri, standing in front of a small hut surrounded by lush green landscape in Kerala, seeking a handful of rice just sufficient to satisfy his hunger for the day..The house-lady, paces up and down her small dwelling, struggling to find some eatable material, which can be dropped in the cloth- pouch hanging from the shoulder of the handsome young yogi, but alas, she has none with her. With moist eyes she searches again and thanks to the Lord Vadakkunathan, Siva, she is able to locate a small gooseberry fruit, which she drops, with shaking hands, inside the kamandalu, the pitcher, as the size of the fruit is so small that it will be difficult to pick it up from the spacious pouch.
The young sanyasi, expected to be miles away from emotion and attachment, now weeps silently. What a pity ! He cannot even expel his crushing mental burden by expressing his anguish through tears. He uses the only skill he has, the only language he has learned-he prays.
‘Angam hare pulakabhooshanmasryanthi—“
Thus he pours out his anguish in words after words, eulogizing the ‘karunakataksham ‘, compassionate glance of the Goddess of wealth , again and again and seeking her blessings for showers of wealth.
Right from the first line and first stanza of the ‘Kankadhara’ stotram, poetic beauty and fragrance blossoms and spreads in waves after waves on the ocean of compassion in the tender heart of Adi Sankara
His heart- beats become faster and faster and pearls of tears rolls more and more from his eyes, when he sings:
Asminna kinchina vihanga sisou vishanne,
Dhushkaramagarmmapaneeya chiraya dhooram,
Narayana pranayinee nayanambhuvaha.
Please send your mercy which is like wind,
And shower the rain of wealth on this parched land,,
And quench the thirst of this little chataka bird,
And likewise ,drive away afar my load of sins,
Oh, darling of Narayana, by the glance from your cloud like dark eyes.”
(**Translation by sri P.G.Ramachander- copied from his website www.sthothrarathnas.com )
The melody uninterruptedly flowing from the Kaladi river, enthralls the celestial couple in the holy seven hills and they wonder why this aditional head weight , glistening with gems and pearls, for them.
Let this article be my goosebery reverently placed on the devine palms..
|From:||SRINIVASAN S ([email protected])|
|Sent:||12 July 2009 21:51PM|
|To:||Sivasubramanian Perinkulam ([email protected])|
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