“Ammalu, you think I married you as I’m a fool?”
“Never. You are wise and hence you knew that you needed a strong support to take you in the right path. I repeat, you are wise and hence you married me”
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Ammalu, don’t create a scene for nothing. I just tapped Ammini’s back, just for fun. Back is back, whether on the top, center or below”
“You won’t stop with the back and that is my problem.
Front is not front, whether top, center or below”
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“Did you make this pokkoda?” I asked the lady of the house, who had invited me for an evening tea.
“Yes, mama. I made it” she answered proudly.
“I doubt”, I replied, “it is too tasty”
That instant and damaging reply unwittingly came out of my mouth, as I saw, for a moment, Ammalu’s image on my host’s face and such poking to rise her anger was my usual practice. I wanted to correct my wrong, but thought, suppose she questioned whether I saw my wife’s image on every woman who invited me for tea, it would be still worse. So, I kept quiet biting my tongue.
She didn’t throw me out or say a word of abuse. Just looked at me piercingly.
But my next act brought me real trouble.
“Can I have some more; it was really good” I asked when the plate before me became empty.
“Sure, mama. Soon after my daughter in law returns from USA, I will ask her to make. Pl. wait for sometime, if you don’t mind” replied, the gracious host.
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“No, you are not coming with me for the party, SP”
“Why Madam MAlu?”
“You misbehaved with my friends last evening when we met in Kamu’s birthday party”
“Me misbehaved! Watch your words, you, woman of the past century”
“Didn’t you take your mouth close to Paru’s and ask her whether the diamond stones on her nose stud were real or fake?
Didn’t you feel the sari of Parukkutty and ask whether her silk sari was really Kanchi Pattu or fake?
Didn’t you ask VisAlAkshi whether her hair shade was real or fake, rising your hand to her head?”
“Ammalu, if an old man is not allowed that much liberty to verify origins and duplicates, my getting old is meaningless”
“It is not the question of an old man’s liberty. It is something more serious. All the women are now worried whether your next question would be whether they are original wives or fakes. You are capable of asking any question, they complain”
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“Why did you take my Pearse soap, Ammalu?”
“I didn’t take”
“Then who took it from the bath room? Did someone come from outside to take the soap cake ? ”
“How do I know? So many are coming to meet you”
“Ammalu, who will enter the bathroom when you wait at the door like a booth?”
“I never wait at the bathroom door or any other door inside the house. I only follow you from a distance when you go out”
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Author: shivam
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Weddings, those days.

This picture brings to my memory two stories, I have heard about the childhood weddings of olden days.
Two brothers were getting married on the same day. The girls were below ten and boys older only by a few years. While the couples turned the street corner holding hands, on their way to the nearby temple, an old man, raised his eyes to get a clear view of the pairs under the dim street lights and quipped, ‘ah, ithu eppo nadannu, ee all maattam- ah, when did happen this exchange of brides?’
They were holding wrong hands!
Another story, after about 15/20 years .
The bride’s party waited till the last boat arrived on the wedding eve, but no trace of the bridegroom’s party-( boat was the only transport available ). They were worried. The village elder said, ‘wait till tomorrow morning. Even if they land just five minutes before the Muhoortham, we will perform the wedding’
No luck, next morning too. No trace of the bridegroom’s group in the morning boats too. One, two, three boats have landed. Time was flying. Once the Muhoortham time lapses, nothing could be done for another six months as that was the last muhoortham in that season.
A thick curtain of gloom landed on the wedding venue. All arrangements made elaborately for the 5- days wedding was going waste. Everyone was depressed. A few women wiped off their tears; Men looked into the kitchen to confirm that the breakfast was already prepared, so that they could at least have one meal and disperse. But, there came an announcement by the family head: ‘Request no one to leave the venue without having breakfast and lunch,’ ‘We will stay back, if you desires so,’ replied a guest who was not in a hurry to go.
The village head ignored all the comments and called a tall boy with fair skin, broad chest and a smart look, who was moving a big vessel into the kitchen, lifting it all alone. He was strong, well built. Had a pleasing look too.
‘Venkitachalam, come here’ . That was only a request though it appeared like a command. “You are 16 plus and therefore over aged for marriage. You are selected as a constable and therefore a girl’s father will think twice before asking your father for your horoscope. Paru is dark complexioned, short in size, but she will make an excellent wife and take care of you so well that, to some extend she will fill the gap of your mother and father, who are not alive”
The boy hesitated. ” Let us wait for the next boat”
“The Muhoortham can’t wait,” the old man said, ‘say yes or no. The decision is yours”
He nodded his head. The wedding, in a grand scale, went on for five days.
The couple lived happily for several years. The wife was a wonderful support to him, to their relatives and for the whole village. The husband, did have a dormant feeling that she was not a match for him. By nature of his job, he was rude to everyone even to his wife, but was honest to his wife to the core, though he was telling his friends, intentionally or jokingly that in his next birth he expected to have a good looking wife.
She didn’t take it seriously as she was well aware of the disparity in their appearance.
They went to Rameswaram and while taking dip in the sea, he held her hand and said, ‘Paru, pray that in the next 21 births, you and you alone should be my life partner’. -
The diverse approaches to Divinity
Saranagati or Prapatti or total, absolute, unconditional surrender to the Supreme God, means Mahavishnu and his consort Mahalakshmy, is the core principle of devotion as per the Sri SampradAya of RamAnjacharya.
‘Na Dharma Nishthosmi Na Cha Atmavedi
Na BhaktimansTvat Charanaravinde |
Akinchanonanyagati Sharanyam
Tvat Padamoolam Sharanam Prapadye ||’
I know neither Dharmam nor Dyanam, righteousness nor meditation.
In fact, I know nothing . I totally surrender at your lotus feet.
Adi Sankara too, does the same in his ShivamAnaspooja stotram.
After offering the Asana, snAna, vastraaadi upacharams, all in imagination, he does a total surrender of to God.
करचरणकृतं वाक्कायजं कर्मजं वा
श्रवणनयनजं वा मानसं वापराधम् ।
विहितमविहितं वा सर्वमेतत्क्षमस्व
जय जय करुणाब्धे श्रीमहादेव शम्भो ॥५॥
Kara-Caranna-Krtam Vaak-Kaaya-Jam Karma-Jam Vaa
Shravanna-Nayana-Jam Vaa Maanasam Va-Aparaadham |
Vihitam-Avihitam Vaa Sarvam-Etat-Kssamasva
Jaya Jaya Karunna-Abdhe Shrii-Mahaadeva Shambho ||5||
Pardon me for every wrong committed by me, by my body or mind, knowingly or unknowingly , you the ocean of compassion, Mahadeva, Sambho!
Before that, he submits:
आत्मा त्वं गिरिजा मतिः सहचराः प्राणाः शरीरं गृहं
पूजा ते विषयोपभोगरचना निद्रा समाधिस्थितिः ।
सञ्चारः पदयोः प्रदक्षिणविधिः स्तोत्राणि सर्वा गिरो
यद्यत्कर्म करोमि तत्तदखिलं शम्भो तवाराधनम् ॥४॥
Aatmaa Tvam Girijaa Matih Sahacaraah Praannaah Shariiram Grham
Puujaa Te Vissayo[a-U]pabhoga-Racanaa Nidraa Samaadhi-Sthitih |
San.caarah Padayoh Pradakssinna-Vidhih Stotraanni Sarvaa Giro
Yad-Yat-Karma Karomi Tat-Tad-Akhilam Shambho Tava-Araadhanam ||4||
You, my Lord, are my Atma, soul. My budhy, pure intellect, the Divine Mother. Your companions ,Shiva ganas are my Prana, breath. My body is your temple. My worldly living is your worship and my sleep, Samadhi absolute absorption in you. My walking about you is pradakshinam for you. All my words, my hymns to you.
In short, every action, every movement of mine , Shambho, is your Worship.
This is complete identification with the absolute Reality.
The Atmasadakam of Sankara amplifies Acharya’s conviction that he is not different from Shiva, the Ultimate Reality.
Mano Buddhi Ahankara Chitta Ninaham
Nacha Shrotra Jihve Na Cha Ghrana Netre
Nacha Vyoma Bhoomir Na Tejo Na Vayu
Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham
‘When a mere stripling he was asked by his teacher,
‘Whence do you come; who are you;whither bound!’
Sankara answered:
I am not in the senses, nor in the mind.
I’m not in touch, nor am I taste;
Breathing and beating of the heart
Even they can hold me not;
Ears that hear, hear not my silence!
For I’m not the earth, nor in the air;
The light that scorches, and the spaces of the ether,
Even they are tongue-tied when they seek to name me;
For I’m infinite Knowledge,
I’m life that is beyond the living,
I’m the absolute,
Existence infinite–
I’m bliss.’
From the book ‘Sri Ramakrishna, the face of silence’
So, there lies the difference between the two streams, the thoughts propagated by Sankara and those of Sri Rananuja.
I’m the Dasan of God and I’m the God- both are not the same. But, Adwaitham was not Sankara’s finding. He only propagated it.
Sankara’s commentary on VushnusahasranAmam, which is considered to be of a great value and his Baja Govindam’ and several other stotrams and also his PanchAyathana pooja paddathi shows that for hiim, all gods are manifestations of the Absolute Truth.
I quote from the book, ‘Sri Ramakrishna, the face if silence’:
Enter the garden, eat sweet mangoes, and depart. You didn’t enter the garden to count the leaves on the mango tree. Why waste time discussing whether worship of God should be through idols or without idols? ‘
Various streams of thoughts are, fortunately, available for us.
Choose one or don’t choose any. But the fact is that the Ultimate Truth is Single, solid, unbreakable.
To quote again from the same book:.
“The teacher propounded, “Thou knowest the story of Rama and Hanuman.
When the incarnation of God said to Hanuman, ‘How dost though perceive me, O,my dearest devote?’ – What did Hanuman answer?”
“Hanuman replied, said Ramakrishna, “‘ when I feel you, my Lord, I’m your son and servant. When I think you, I’m part of you. But when I realized you, I am you”
That is Adwaitham -
Sundara kandam is sundaram. Part. 3

While treading the tedious, tormenting forests, following her husband’s steps, and even subsequently, the horrible incidents of her last day in the Palace would have been haunting Sita.
But, in captivity under the simsupa tree in the the Asoka grove of Ravana, her nightmare might have been the day of kidnapping by the demon king and her misjudgment of Lakshmana’s character and the rebukes, she showered on him.
‘How could Kaikeyi mother be so cruel to hand over the bark pieces for me to wear, she herself being a woman!’ Sita would have mused, for several days after leaving Ayodhya. ‘She cared neither for her heart-broken husband nor for the respected seniors like Sumantra and Sidhartha who pleaded with her to reconsider her arrogant and unjustified imposition to the king. She didn’t not care even for Raja Guru VasishtA’s advice.
‘There was not even a shade of change in her face,’ says the saint poet:
नैवसाक्षुभ्यते देवी न च स्म परिदूयते |
न चास्या मुखवर्णस्य विक्रिया लक्ष्यते तदा || २-३५-३७
naivasaakshubhyate devii na cha sma pariduuyate |
na chaasyaa mukhavarNasya vikriyaa lakshyate tadaa || 2-35-37
‘That queen Kaikeyi, however, was neither excited nor repented in her heart nor was any change observed in the colour of her face’.
Her mukhavarnam remained the same!
Once it was clear that the cruel lady would never change her imposition, the king orders to provide plenty of weapons, fighters and all materials required for a fearless and comfortable living in the forest for Rama, but even that was not agreeable to Kaikeyi.
aayudhaani cha mukhyaani naagaraaH shakaTaani cha |
anugachchhantu kaakutthsam vyaadhaashchaaraNyagocharaaH || 2-36-5
“Let important weapons, chiefs of police and vehicles, hunters knowing the secrets of forest accompany Rama(scion of Kakutsa)”
धान्य कोशः च यः कश्चित् धन कोशः च मामकः |
तौ रामम् अनुगच्चेताम् वसन्तम् निर्जने वने || २-३६-७
dhaanya koshaH ca yaH kashcit dhana koshaH ca maamakaH |
tau raamam anugacchetaam vasantam nirjane vane || 2-36-7
“Let the granary and the treasury belonging to me be sent to Rama residing in the uninhabited forest.”
No, even that was not acceptable to Kaikeyi.
How could Kaikeyi be so cruel ? We too wonder.
अथ चीराणि कैकेयी स्वयम् आहृत्य राघवम् |
उवाच परिधत्स्व इति जन ओघे निरपत्रपा || २-३७-६
‘Put these on,’ she told Rama to wear the bark pieces, she herself had brought shamelessly, to the gathering of men.
परिधत्स्व इति demanded Kaikeyi- ‘don these’
She, निरपत्रपा – shameless ( woman ).
Rama and Lakshmana wore the ascetic garb but Sita struggled with those when Rama helped her to wear them. What a treatment to the eldest daughter in law of theKingdom!
Sita’s leaving the palace was her decision but Kaikeyi endorsed and encouraged it. She also opposed the orders of the king to send men and materials for a comfortable living in the forest. It was a well planned strategy to keep Rama away from Ayodhya, along with his wife and most loving brother so that Bharatha’s throne is safe and secure.
A careful study of these two chapters will reveal that there was a concealed ambition in
Kaikeyi’s mind to make her son the monarch by somehow sidelining Rama. Mandara became an ignition torch. Selfishness was in Kaikeyi’s blood .
For me, it looks that the palace coup was well planned in advance, in Kaikeyi’s mind. -
SundarakAndam is sundaram Page. 2
After mentioning that he was Rama’s messenger and that Rama was eager to secure her from her imprisonment and was fully capable of it, the great Hanuman talks about Lakshmana.
लक्ष्मणः च महातेजा भर्तुः ते अनुचरः प्रियः |
कृतवान् शोक सम्तप्तः शिरसा ते अभिवादनम् || ५-३४-४
‘The follower and favorite brother of your husband, the splendorous Lakshmana, himself tormented with grief, saluted you with his head’
mahaatejaaH, anucharaH, shoka santaptaH are the words Hanuman selected to qualify Lakshmana.. And ‘he did abhivaadanam to you, shirasaa’.
It is natural that Sita’s thoughts, next to her husband, would have been around Lakshmana, who, like her, opted willingly to follow Rama and Sita to the forest and served most unselfishly the couple, throughout their living together. When Maricha screamed imitating Rama’s voice and Lakshmana assured Sita that it could be nothing but deceptive, she disbelieved him , abused and chased him to go for Rama’s help. Despite that, he took the precaution of drawing a protective line and asked her never to cross it, which she did for her ruin. The feeling of misunderstanding a noble and unselfish brother-like was bound to pinch her mind and she could have even gone to the extend of assuming that Lakshmanan would have never excused her for her ill treatment. It is to assuage that feeling Hanuman tells her that Lakshmanan still continues to nourish the same respect he had earlier and salutes you with all humility.
There was a concealed message. Lakshmanan is still with your husband! He still continues to be AnucharaH- walks with Rama! Don’t worry about your husband’s safety and daily needs- the best medicine for a wife, separated since months.
Spirituality is subtle in Valmiki’s RAmAyanam. The Adikavi recognizes Sri Rama as an incarnation of Mahavishnu but his treatment of Rama in his epic is, as an ideal son, ideal brother, ideal husband, ideal King, super archer and above all a Dharma purusha or superman of righteousness. It is humanness more than divinity highlighted in the great work, which is a faithful narration of the life of the great Rama, his wife, siblings, father, mothers and others with whom he had to come into contact by design or by accident. We read the book as a Royal history or biography and there are other studies like geography, civics etc. too. Every character, every incident is more or less what happens even today in our country and outside. It can happen even in our homes. There are a few lines where the head queen Kousalia complains that the junior queens are not giving her due respect. Lakshmana threatens to chop of his father’s head for succumbing to the greedy dictation of his favorite queen. Mandara, an ordinary servant woman could play such a havoc in the royal kingdom which caused the loss of a mighty King and irreparable damage to millions, near and far! And the hunchback was neither Dhuryodhana, Sakuni or Dhrutarashtra- just a servant, invalid, old woman! Remember, this is a 5000 year- old story ! But, the difference is that the hero of the epic and many others sacrificed their lives, comforts, fortunes to uphold Dharma, come what may! That is how Vamiki RAmAyanam became a spiritual book.
Sita could have said, ‘sorry Ram. You obey the orders of your cranky dad, but why should I? Buy a ticket for my natal home by the next available flight’.
So too, Lakshmana. ‘Annayya, nu poi ra- you carry on’ .
And will there be another fool like Bharatha, who threw away the golden crown offered in a golden platter? If the characters had behaved as many of us would be doing, we would have lost an invaluable life guide, an indestructible lighthouse like RAmAyanam.
Adyadmaramayanams in vernaculars, as the name suggests are deep in Adyadmeekam, spiritual, Devine thinking. Tunjathu Ezuthatchan, for example never allowed to slip an opportunity to sing the glory of Sri Rama. The book commences with
RamanAmam, recitation and repetition of Rama’s name.
‘Sri Rama Rama Rama Sri Ramachandra jaya,
Sri Rama Rama Rama Sri Ramabadra jaya—–
There are many hymns, songs on the glory of Sri Rama, all of them melt the heart of devotees. Ahalya, Kabandhan, Shabhari and many other characters, forget themselves by singing Rama’s greatness.
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sundara Kandam is Sundaram —Page. 1
Part 1
This is Ramayana mAsam in my native land of Kerala. When the Sun god moves behind the Western ghats to do Sandhya, the great AdyaAtma RAmAyanam hymn, scented by the sacred Name of Rama in every line, overflows from most of the houses. I’m attempting to join the devotees in my own humble way, spending some time to meditate on Sundara Kandam, where Hanuman meets Sita, with Rama’s message, like the ThiruvAdira jnAttuvela , monsoon rains which cool and nourish the parched lands of the western coast.
SundarakAndam in RAmAyanam is really Sundaram!
The poetic talents and imagination of Valmiki is in full blossom in the SundarakAndam. In every stanza, there is a pearl or diamond or ruby, studded to it, most charismatically. This poetical extravaganza turns into needle -tip precision, when the great monkey king Hanuman, starts talking to Sita.
In the very first stanza, in the very first line, he has an amazing message for Sita, separated from her husband and starving to hear a word of consolation and assurance.
This is how Hanuman introduces himself to Sita:
अहम् रामस्य संदेशात् देवि दूतः तव आगतः |
वैदेहि कुशली रामः त्वाम् च कौशलम् अब्रवीत् ||
‘I have come with Rama’s message, Videha Raja putri! . The virtuous Rama Enquires about your welfare”
Imagine how Sita would have received the message, ‘ I have come with Rama’s message!’
Then the assurance:
‘your Rama, be assured, continuous to be virtuous. Don’t entertain any doubt on that account.
‘कुशली’ Rama: the virtuous Rama.
And also, Devi, don’t have any doubt in your mind whether he is interested in your welfare or not. He is anxious about it.
कौशलम् अब्रवीत् |
In the next verse, Hanuman reminds Sita that Rama is a great archer. He is a great Vedic too.
यो ब्राह्मम् अस्त्रम् वेदान् च वेद वेदविदाम् वरः |
स त्वाम् दाशरथी रामो देवि कौशलम् अब्रवीत् || ५-३
Rama possess BrhmAstram.
This is to remove any apprehension in her mind, if any, as to whether her husband would be able to conquer Ravana and free her.
And Rama is a great Vedic exponent too. He will never deviate from the Path of Dharma.
And then the next and most important message:
Devi, such a Rama enquired about your welfare!
Does Sita needed such an assurance about Rama’s intentions and ability and repeatedly to be told by Hanuman that he was anxious about her welfare?
Think about her situation, then. Absolutely hopeless, under the wrench-like grip of a mighty demon, with a huge army, who had been torturing her directly and indirectly. The Rakshasis, day in and day out had been praising the might of Ravana. Rama was a sanyasi and apart from his brother, he had no other support. Had he been in the throne, things would have been different with a mighty army and many other kings to support him.
In the guise of a sanyAsi, Ravana carried away Sita, by treachery. He could go to any extend to harm Sita. Rama was aware that the Jadayu bird, who intervened and tried to stop the kidnapping was mercilessly slashed to the ground by Ravana. Though he didn’t know where she was and in which state, Rama was worried about her and welfare was topmost in his mind. That was effectively conveyed by Hanuman. There cannot be anything more reassuring for a wife under the custody of the usurper than to learn that her husband is concerned about her safety and security.
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Perinkulam story – continued
There was a big rock formation on the main road of the South village, which was removed and the road leveled, by Doriappan mama who also took lead in the construction of a Mantapam for the Krishnaswamy, where the marriage of my first sister took place over five decades ago. He had a small elephant, Krishnankutty, fondled by the villagers. The temple chariots started rolling through the main street of Thekkae gramam only after the blockade was removed.
Water scarcity was a major problem and I have seen womenfolk carrying water, all the way from the well adjoining Perinkulam. Most of the occupants were priests with a meager income but lead a satisfied life as their needs were minimum. They were seen moving with barren chest across the streets, some with a thorthumundu, a small piece of cloth on their shoulders. They never wore their footwear inside the village. I had seen my father removing his footwear and holding those in his hands, while entering the village, during his visits. He lived at Olavakkode, where he had a hotel, but used to frequently visit the village. There was a small elementary school and students went to Alathur for high school studies. There was a bank in the Thekkae gramam and another one in the Bank Road. Brahma sri Krishna VadhyAr, his son Kailasa VadhyAr , Ramu VadhyAr, Konthai VadhyAr and Tiruvilwamalai Ramaswamy VadhyAr were known to me personally, in the Thekkae gramam, to which my father belonged to. I also knew Vicha VadhyAr of the Padinjare gramam.
Sri. P. G. Gopalakrishna Iyer, the head master of the NES High school, Alathur and Vakil Viswanatha iyer were my father’s cousins.
I have heard about Sri. Raghava Sastrigal, a famous Vaidik and astrologer and have met another prominent astrologer Mookkunni Thirumulpad, who wrote my horoscope and also Shiromani( forgot his name though related to me ) . The benevolent Chamikutty Nair was liberal in supplying provisions from his shop on credit, to the cash-starved Brahmins and never troubled the defaulters! I know him too.
I am told that his shop is not there now, but opposite to it, blooms red lotuses in an abandoned pond!
Many of our villagers used to visit us, on their way to receive or see off their relatives at the Railway station, which was close to our house. My father was known as Olavakkode Ananthan and his nickname in the village was KariakkAr. Villagers were experts in giving nicknames, appropriate and funny. None knows me in my village by my furlong- long passport name!
We have a vacant land adjoining the temple, sanctified as the parking place for the Ratham, chariot of our Krishnaswamy. My knowledge of the Agraharam is limited as I didn’t live there, though the very name, sends emotive vibrations through my nerves. Whenever I enter my village, I bow my head down in reverence to the air and soil with which is mingled the memories of my forebears. Their worldly remains were charred to ashes on the bank of Chooriappan kulam and I used to spend some silent minutes musing on the pleasures and pangs of their lives about which I have heard stories from my father. My blog contains a few writes up on my ancestral village. I was excited when my youngest son Srikanth and his wife, married just a few days before, took active part in the car festival, during our last visit. The satisfaction that our children carry on our ancestral torches of culture is unique. The neipandams, (hand torches soaked in ghee and ignited ) the grand kids carry, when a dead body is removed from the house, symbolizes their carrying forward our tradition?
The shape and occupancy of the Brahmin Agraharams are changing fast and in due course, the tile roofed, top -slopping houses in two rows will be replaced with monotonous flats albeit with better comforts ( see pictures 4 &5 below) . The charm of thinnais, the raised platforms with polished floors in the front, which used to serve as our drawing room, visitors lounge, game center, individual and group meeting platforms etc will be lost for ever. The present generation and perhaps the next might fonder the memory of Thinnai, koodam, kottukoodam, chAipu, matchu, arai etc ( various portions of the house) for some more years and afterwords, like all other old objects, those too will get submerged under the waves of the Past. I will miss the top -opened Nadumuttams , in the heart of the houses, the big receptacle of sun light and rain.
There are stories of miracles about the village deities but I would not like to dwell on that topic. I have, however to mention two happenings of personal experience.
My younger brother, Viswanathan, as a child, had an aversion for cooked rice; he used to abhor the very sight of it . My father, once arranged for PAyasa neivedyam with rice and distributed the prasadam to children in the mantapam before the shrine. Vicha, on his own, came and sat along with other kids and tasted the neivedyam served on a plantain leaf. From then on, he had no problem in consuming cooked rice. He started eating much more than me! Now, both of us don’t go near the rice food, for a different reason!
Another event I observed was, a Garuda bird used to appear in the sky and circumambulate the chariot at the time of Ratharohanam.
In the olden days, our elders never used to wear shirts or sandals while pulling the chariots. It was a regular practice to prostrate before the chariot, at the time of installation and demounting the idols from the chariot. Before each house, women used to wait with lamps, fruits and flowers to receive the chariot. Sambaram, further liquified butter milk or coconut water used to be served, free of cost, at many places. Many are still following these practices. The elders used to distribute small coins, called, ‘ther kaineetam’ to children and servants. Clothes too used to be donated by those who could afford. I remember having received a four anna coin from my Sivaswamy Chithappa as ther kaineetam. While I stayed in his house during a holiday. His mother, my Venku Chithammai patty has gained a seat in my stories for her ‘PahavAnae Saranam’ phrase. That was her equivalent for ‘do they duty, that is best; leave unto thy God, the rest’ .When things go beyond my control, I too repeat her oft- used phrase. Incidentally, the villagers were never short of wits and humor and conversation skill, though were short of money.
My father was an expert conversationalist with wits and wisdom. None of his children, inherited his qualities of maturity, courage and will power, though he was a school- dropout. His personal charm too. His walk, from his village to Palakkad, with my mother and me as a baby on his shoulder, for starting a small business, despite his traditional background , was the beginning of our migration, which, has landed now his kin, in countries beyond seas. In every family, there will be one person, who starts the first walk.
I envy the villagers’ cool – headed approach to problems and courage to face calamities, Awesome was their attitude of taking life and events, ‘as they unfolded’.
My ‘NamAmi nithyam Navaneetha Krishnam ‘ stotram is a humble Tulasidalam, dedicated at the lotus feet of our Krishnaswamy.
We have left Perinkulam , seeking food and shelter elsewhere. But, our village will never leave us. Go to any remote corner of the Globe, you will see one or two Perinkulams.
Perinkulam lives!
Index of pictures:
1. The chariots in a row.
2. A row of old houses
3. Mahalakshmi temple





