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  • The Hindu Temple in Tampa

     Satatyanarayanaswamy Temple in  Tampa Florida  is on a hillock and you have to climb nearly fifty steps to reach the temple walls covered with carvings and statuary . The statues of Jaya and Vijaya, on your left and right welcomes you at the entrance.The earth-toned gopuram, which breaks above the tree line, the walls of the same tone but enriched with elegant statues, the open space around with a banyan and neem tree pair sheltering a snake temple and  a navagraha group opposite to that provides a distinctly unique charisma to the complex. A team of ten from India spent ten years for completing this  architectural achievement. A serene lake with a single swan on the side, adds beauty to the artistic extravaganza.
    Crossing the ‘kodimaram’ or flag post, you enter a spacious hall with high roof around which, there is a ‘prakaram’ for ‘pradakshianam’ or circumambulation.  Facing the entrance is the main diety of Satyanarayana, in His resplendent grace, opulently  ornamented and to His right is  His Divine consort Mahalakshmi and to His left, the  Mahlingeswar. In between are the shines for Sree Rama parivar and Radha Krishna love birds. Before you approach them, turn left, take the blessings of the Vinayaka swamy , move ahead pray all the Gods at your front, collect prasadam, turn right and enjoy the Valli, Devasena sametha Sri Subramania swamy’s elegant kalyana kolam and take the blessings of that  celestail celebrities too. Columns on the south and north walls exhibit figurines of the avataras of Vishnu and Siva. The interior of the spacious shrines are covered with glazing black marbles,  all the deities are richly ornamented  and draped with velvety apparels. No unwanted sounds , inside or outside, no tit bits anywhere, neatly maitained, purohits are courteous as in all other temples I have seen in USA.
    I was however, sad to see the single swan in the adjoining pond roaming alone without a companion. I do not know whether that lovely bird is a male or female but when I saw it , dipping its head inside the water and lifting it up elegantly and swimming all alone , I wished how happier it would have been had it a companion to rub its lovely body and twist its neck with that of another one. In the moonlit nights, that single bird would have longed for a mate so that it could tell stories about the shy stars silently hiding behind the silvery veils of the clouds, while the moon approaches with smile and satisfaction of their presence. When the winter winds shakes the water and makes the bird cooler and cooler every time it dips its body into it, how can you blame it for asking for a warm hug from another co-species ?
    After all, was this bird not known for its helping attitude towards one of the ever green lovers of mythology , the lovely  Damaayanthi, whom even the celestial kings longed for and Nala who underwent untold miseries, though born as a prince. The immortal picture of  ‘ hamsa -Damayanthi by Raja Ravivarma still illumines my mind as well as the kathakali padams of ‘Nalcharitham’.
    ” Oorjithasaya parthipa vara jan, upakrama cheyyam
    Orthu kandolam uthamanam nee,upama thava nahi moonnulakilum”
    ” Oh, the great king, your are honest and upright with no equals in all the three worlds. I will help  you”
    I could not help looking up and asking the Divinities in the second floorSri e ” “Ithu nyayama ?’ Is this proper ?
    Guess what they replied
  • Kailasa vaadyar and karimpuchar

    ,Sri. Kailasa vaadhyar of Perinkulam was one among the hundreds and odd vaadhyars who had come to Hyderabad for an Athirudram, long ago. He passed away last year at his 90 plus, peacefully. ” Let me die happily at home, instead at hospital with needles and tubes all over the body”, he requested his son and passed away as comfortably as he would while going from his house to the temple. I have already a write- up on him, titled, ‘Agnimeelae purohitham’.

    ” I am a strong man but wept after reading your story”  wrote a reader recently, referring to the poverty prevailed in the brahmin houses those days about which I had briefly mentioned .
    This is a lighter version :
    One day I took vaadhyar on my LML vespa as  that was the only vehicle I had then and showed him the city.I stopped near the ‘monda market’ to buy some fruits.
    ‘”Oru aavarthy Vishnusahasranamam on pinnalae  okkanthu mudichootten- I have completed reciting Vishnusahsranamam once, sitting at your back”,  he commended and picked up a brass tumbler from his shoulder bag , noticing a pull cart with a bundle of sugar cane sticks and a crushing machine on the road side. He asked me to buy juice for him..
    “Vaadhyar, for you ? ” I asked him, unbelieving that he would have the drink from a street vendor.
    ” Am I note adding sugar to my coffee and vellam for the paayasam ? Have those not passed through several hands and machines?. Here it is one man, one machine and the juice directly falls into my tumbler. And I am thirsty”
    What a practical traditionalist.
    “Pinnae, chela vasthukkalukku asudham illai”  The jovial vaidheekan smiled and whispered in my year.You know what he said?
    I don’t want to mention to you and receive your blows..
    Vancouver
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    Comments :

    Hi,
    I am sad to hear the sad loss of one Vaideeka.
    We must promote the Vedha Adhyayanam of Ten more vidhyaarthees now!
    Referring to the last part of your e-mail – “Pinnae, chela vasthukkalukku asudham illai”. I do not know what he referred to. But that is true.
    Vatsyayana says: “A dog’s mouth is considered impure generally, but during hunting, it is considered pure; A cow’s udder is considered impure except whilst milking; A woman’s mouth is considered impure except during conjugal bliss (with a lawful wife)”.
    Just felt like mentioning.
    Thanks!
    Bhuvaneshwar D
  • I have nothing to teach you

    Subject: [Pattars] I have nothing  to teach you
    My classmate Sri. Krishnamoorthy had this to say about my post on ‘Kavassery and Pallavur ”
    “Dear Siva,
    I went through your article on Pallavur and Kavasseri, with a hope to find some guidance about the localities. I am terribly disappointed that it contained descriptions of one or trwo personalities only, not a word about the geography, people and their habits.”
    He is right.  I don’t write on those because there are several other sources such as travel guides, Google search etc to help you on those subjects
     My interest is to attempt to touch your finer feelings and try to vibrate those intimate inner  strings. I am a ‘vainika’ in that respect and not an information bureau. I have nothing with me to teach you.
    I shall be grateful if my respected readers could keep this is in their mind, while reading my stories.
     I was moved when a day or two back , a reader said this :
     ” Dear Shri Sivasubramanian,
    It was a rare treat, one of the beautiful portrayal,narration or story telling which i chanced to read today and i sincerely want to congratulate you for this and pray for your good health and happiness.
    It was a casual search for an email from a friend “parasu’ (whom i met after a gap of 50 years at Thrissur during the golden jubilee celebrations of Government College of Engineering),that made me look at the US brahmins mail of May 19 2011, where in your story of parasu vadyar not just attracted me but made me read with intense interest couple of times and i liked it so much because of its simplicity and familiar back drop and events.Though few tear drops fell at the end, i realized that it brought freshness and a light feeling removing the heaviness of the crowded life.
    Thank you for this nice piece”
    That exactly is my aim .
    Love and regards,
    sperinkulam
    Ocala, Florida

    Comments :

    Kalakkittel MamuJ

    Regards,
    UMA SUBU http://indiatempletour.blogspot.com/


  • Never lose hope

    Never lose hope.
    But the doctors did lose hope. “You can take him home,” they advised the old man’s children,”No scope of his survival. We are sorry to say that, but we have to”
    They brought him home.
    “The pulse rate is nosediving,” remarked the first son.”Be ready with the ambulance number”
    “In my memory” boasted the second.
    “Cruel you are”. Commended the third.
    “Stop fighting, please” pacified the youngest,”Let dad leave peacefully”
    How to perpetuate dad’s memory in physical form was the next topic of discussion.
    “We will construct a patasala, school for studies on spiritual science” suggested the eldest.
    “Is there any connection between Appa and aadmeekam? ” retorted the second.
    “Perhaps a charity trust?” suggested the third.
    “Charity?’” chided the fourth son,” has he ever spent a pie on charity?”
    While their husbands were in serious discussion, their wives, in low face, discussed how the belongings of their father in law, was to be distributed.
    “Leave it to me,” assured the eldest among them.
    “I came first into this house. It means it was I who suffered most and therefore eligible for the major share”
    “Suffered most?” Chided the second,”what suffering? Spending his money lavishly for silk saris?”
    They started quarreling. While their pitch was raising, the old man’s bed moved.
    All the sons rushed towards him.
    He opened his eyes and asked for water, by body signal. They happily and carefully poured a few drops of Ganga gel into his partially opened mouth.
    “I want to sit” desired the recovering patient and with uncontrollable happiness, the affectionate children made him to sit.
    “Ice cream” he demanded.
    “Ice cream?’ they all screamed,” you are diabetic”
    “What if?’ supported the daughter, “it makes little difference at this stage” A daughter is a daughter.
    They gave him ice cream. His face brightened.
    The rejuvenated called all his children closer and murmured, “I want to get married, find a mother for you”

  • A vibrant discussion on virginity

    Friends,
    When Kushubuoo used to appear on the silver screen, I am told, that her ardent fans in the front row used to  jump , dance, whistle  and clap.  I believed the news.
    When,  Kushboo canvassed for Kalainger’s candidates, I am told again, that  the ilanjers ( youngsters ) 0f Chennai swirled, smelling her scented sari. I believed that news too..
    But I CANNOT believe what I see before my eyes : An eighty plus man of indisputable intelligence  carrying an  elephant size orthodox ideas on his head, quoting kushboo  to support his call to youngsters to consult a lawyer and prepare a notorized document before going for nitchitarthasm.
    ” Khushboo, declared in public that in India, to her knowledge and information, not a single educated woman is a virgin on her marriage day”.

    Who is Kushuboo ? Amartya Sen’s statistics  adviser ? Aadhaar card recorder? She is not even a census worker ! She is a cinema actor. What is her place in our discussion here ? Why should her charisma attract the veteran to drag her here ?
    Should we, responsible family heads, who have sons and daughters of marriageable age, go by what she blabbers ? Accept that  as Vedavaakyam and ask our children to enter into a pre-matrimonial, signed, stamped, notorised agreement ?   And how do you accept ‘ her knowledge and information’ as a guideline for our youngsters ?

    Marriage is based on belief. Human life is based on belief. If a man or woman is determined to deviate from the correct path, even one hundred written documents will not deter them.

    When I go to see a girl for my son, 

    ” Kozhanthai kku chamkka theriyumo ? can she cook ?”. That would be my first question as I am eager that my son should not starve, she should not starve.

    “Theriyumae, my daughter is expert in cooking noodle ” The proud mother will claim. 

    ” Parma santhosham, Very good ” I will  reply pushing a sweet chip into my mouth ,” as long is she doesn’t faint at the sight of the cooking burner, I am happy. My daughter or DIL will train her”.

    “Kozhanthai padduvalo -can she sing ?” my next question.

    ” Oh, Latest Hindi song kelungo, first classa paduval’ proud mother again. ” she sings cinema songs well “

    ” Oh, more than enough, I can teach her Carnatic music”  I will give an eye-signal for the boy and girl to talk in privacy  and try to know about each other. I will move away from the scene  with my chellapetty, betel mix casket and keep an eye on what is happening in the assembly. .

    If one of you in my group venture to ask the girl whether she had slept with anyone before, I will throw my vettilai petty at your head and you will never again take the risk of another pon parkal.

    And your fear that American culture is invading India and gays will parade through the Kasi streets or garland Kanchi Kamakshi is all wrong. It is our culture that is overflowing in America. I had dinner this evening in Dr Kitambi’S house. There were a few other doctors too, all settled here for the past 30-40 years. They allo say that if west attacked India with their weapons earlier,we are now invading the West with our intellectual power and China with their products. Temples are coming up wherever there is an Indian enclave, they say. I myself have seen several Temples coming up. Last  Saturday I attended a sastha prethy in Tampa. Next Saturday Kitambi is organizing a Tyagraja aaradhana. Last month he organised a dance program with all blind youngsters from Bangalore. I will send you the video clippings. you will be really happy. Completely blind children between 10-20 playing  kolattam and other dances. This is not Kushuboo type certificate. 

    And as I told you earlier, insinuations are not the accepted instruments for arguing in a friendly forum of dignified men and women.

    And Brahmanothama!  How long are  you going to talk about Periachies and Muniyandees ?  Leave them to enjoy their toddy in their huts. Don’t go near them. Your sudham will vanish ‘sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo’

    Thanks again for joining me in this enjoyable discussion. I love your prose; you love my dialogue. you love my women characters. Let our members have some fun.
     
    Prnamam
    sperinkulam
    Ocala, Florida
    Jan 28, 2012
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    Dear fellow-Iyers, fellow-Brahmanas and fellow-Pattars
    I heartily welcome my loving and respectful humble anujan Sri Sivasubramanian Perinkulam’s further demand:-  “Marriages and Divorces —  What’s this?”  What he really means is “Virgins and vamps  — What’s This?”
    I have answered him before, quite nicely, and I shall be happy to answer him again, even more nicely:-  This is the reality in this world today.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.
    Living in the United States of America, pulling the wool over your own eyes does not negate facts happening all around you.  “Pre-nups” are the norm.  Preparing for divorce before even solemnising the marriage is the norm.
    Most anti-husband pre-nups are drawn up by unscrupulous lawyers to victimise the husband.  If you have not kept track of the happenings in the divorce courts of USA, then you will certainly deny, as you emphatically do now, that the Elizabeth-Taylor culture prevails.  Equally will you deny that chastity in men and women before marriage, virginity (or Brahmachaaryam as we Brahmanas term it) is a rare gem.
    You are entitled to believe, and preach and teach, that all’s wonderful, all is pure as the driven snow, no sin or deceit exists, in marriages in India or in the USA, or in the world.  Also, that no divorces exist (or should exist), that marriage is forever and a day.  You are fully in line with the doctrines of the Roman Catholic Church and the High Anglican Church.  But not the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter-Day Saints, or the myriads of Free Churches.
    The ugly fact is:-  The American culture of permissiveness (mis-named “broadmindedness”) is spreading like wildfire throughout India.  We shall soon see in Varanasi, Rishikesh, Ramesvaram, Guruvayoor, Sringeri and Kanchipuram, gay parades mimicking those in San Francisco and in New York.  We shall eventually see gay priests and gay priestesses in our temples.  Preceded by agitation for freedom for gays since “all gods are equal”, “all men and women are co-equal.”  The grand and glorious culmination of Westerrn Universalism?
    You might have forgotten that the once-wildly-popular cinemactress in Tqamizh films, a Muslim woman with the screen name of Khushboo, declared in public that in India, to her knowledge and information, not a single educated woman is a virgin on her marriage day.  That is “inside information” for you.  The Indian Courts upheld her right to say so.
    That is what you find confirmed in connection with proceedings in the divorce courts around the world.
    Of course, “women are not that bad.”  Those who are good, are very, very good;  and those who are bad are horrid. But our esteemed and educated New Prophet-Saviours condemn outright all “good” women.  You condemn them for accepting good aedice and attiring themselves in traditional “kosha-podavai” on solemn religious occasions.  You condemn them for praying to their own gods and goddesses, as they have done for generations.
    Concurrently, you praise and support those who publicly and vociferously advocate that young Dvija men and girls must marry those who are outside all varnas.  You condemn those who advocate that these marry within their own varnas.  You smear and sneer at those who dare to stick by their traditional Brahminic practices day in and day out.  You praise and support those who reject all these as out-of-date and obsolete.  You condemn the notion that only Brahmanas should be priests in the sanctum sanctorums of traditional Hindu temples and recite Veda mathrams before the duly installed deities there.  You concurrently praise and support the movement to equate non-Hindu deities to traditional Hindu ones, implying that Muniandy should replace Lord Shiva and that Periyaatchee should replace Durga in all our temples.
    If I have touched a raw spot, by waving a red flag of caution needed by Brqhmin bachelors in making an important lifetime decision, that was to draw attention to the existence of warts on the face of some way-out preachers and teachers.
    S Narayanaswamy Iyer
    USB POST dtd  jan 28
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    Friends,
    I am ashamed to observe that a Brahmin in his eighties , a scholar, a man of maturity and wisdom, a doyen in several brahmin groups and above all a husband, a father to his daughters , a brother to his sisters , use such a rude language to talk about the women folk.

    Are there any Mary in your family ” who fleeced him white as snow ?’ None in mine. Among your friends or relatives ? None in mine. Why do you threaten then, the Brahmachari Bhuvaneswar, that the girls will dumb him after marriage,divorce,remarry and all such trash. Why talk to him about Elizabeth Taylor or UK, USA Aunties, who sleep , marry and divorce, even if there are any, in those countries? Talk about our girls, Iyer, Iyengar or any brahmin girls in our agraharams, towns, cities.
    Even in USA, UK, Europe and Canada I have seen several old couple taking care of their partners, having lived together for several years .In Florida where I live now husbands and wives, in their eighties and nineties, come to Malls together, sometime in push carts,shop and go.
    Good and bad people are there every where.
    As an elder man, advice the bachelors to look for educated girls from good families, talk to the parents, tell the girl openly about them and   also tell her what they  expect from her, discuss thoroughly all personal matters, come to a good understanding and marry. “Hire an unscrupulous lawyer and sign a pre-nuptial agreement “. Will you do that for your daughter ?
    It is true that in our society, there are some divorce cases unheard of, before. Let us find out why they are happening and take steps, if possible to avoid such unfortunate events in future.
    Bhuvaneswar or any other Easwar, if you go by the advice of this man of negative thoughts, you will have as partner in your bed only a  notorized document !
    Why will our youngsters go by the advice of ” priests and :Prophet-Saviours of Western Universalism ?”  Don’t they have their own intelligence to depend on ?
    And, a word, personally to Bhuvaneswar. As an eligible bachelor from a respectable family, you should not have talked about the pre-marital virginity in this forum. Any prospective girl who has read your article will think twice before she responses to your matrimonial  request. You are sometime in a hurry, as I can see..It is OK. You will get a lovely girl as life partner, who will make you happy,who will make your parents happy. FOUR SUCH GIRLS ENTERED MY FAMILY DURING LAST YEAR AND ONE MORE IS EXPECTED THIS YEAR.
    And Bhuvaneswar, women are not that bad ! I am telling you from my personal experience. THEY ARE SIMPLY GREAT!
    Love and regards,
    sperinkulam
    Jan 20 2012
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    Dear Brahmachaari Bhuvaneshwar D
    How over-sensitive, naive, and innocent you are !  Or, at least, appear to be !
    Iyer forums, Brahmin forums, Brahmana Association forums, Pattar forums are today full of intimidatingly righteous feminists and female chauvinistic champions who will tear you to little bits, for daring to dent their firm-held “beliefs”  —  and “non-beliefs”.
    The new Vedam is this.  Married women and unmarried girls have more rights that you.  They follow the Elizabeth Taylor creed of as many marriages, divorces, re-marriages, re-divorces as possible ad nauseam (till you vomit) within a woman’s lifetime.
    There are “qualified” and unqualified divorce-advisers, just as there are marriage-counsellors   —  in the USA, UK, Europe,. and elsewhere, who run “Dear Auntie” columns in women’s  magazines and columns over the Internet and lecture in TV shows.  These she-hawks advise girls and young women to catch men for “security”, i.e. sleep with them, marry them, and divorce them —  all for their money.  (“Catch a rich man,” is their hymn. “But, dump him quickly.  And, after a decent interval look for another sap.  There’s one born every minute.  A girl must live.  And live comfortably.”)   But start divorce proceedings only after giving birth to one child.
    They highlight “successful” women, who have contracted marriage after marriage, done divorce after divorce  —  and accumulated tens of millions of American dollars for themselves.  Plus country homes, beach chalets, and city condominiums, country club memberships, yachts, limousines, rare works of art,jewellery, furs and dresses, carpets, and a partridge in a pear tree.
    You might not have not heard the new, revised, nursery rhyme:-
    “Mary had a little lamb,
    She fleeced him white as snow.”
    Or heard the old ballad of the badlands:-
    “If you have the money, honey,
    I have the taaaaaime,
    But if you have no money, honey,
    I have have no more taaaaaime.”
    It’s either lifelong security for the woman  —  or no marriage.
    What is essential before marriage is reliable professional advice and precaution.   Simply stated, this means hiring

    an unscrupulous, hard-nosed but experienced lawyer, getting him to draw up for you a water-tight and leak-proof “prenup”, that is, in American lingo, a pre-nuptial agreement to be signed and sealed before a Notary Public by your husbands-to-be and yourself, laying down that in the case of a divorce, you will get 99 percent of all their worldly assets;  and that after the divorce, you will keep all your own, plus 99% of theirs.   Only remember, your lawyer will get a cut (possibly 50%) as his fees.  He might offer to waive all or part, “for a consideration”  —  if you know what that means.
    All hail, women’s lib!
    Do not cringe.  There are priests and :Prophet-Saviours of Western Univerfsalism today who preach and teach that  women are equal to men, all gods are equal, all faiths are equal, that temples, mosques, synagogues, churches, voodoo and vedam are all equal, everything is equal, and so are marriages and divorces, virgins,. widows and divorcees, the barren and the fecund, the emasculated and the whole.
    S Narayanaswamy Iyer


    From: Bhuvaneshwar D <d_bhuvaneshwar@yahoo.com>
    To: “Iyer123@yahoogroups.com” <Iyer123@yahoogroups.com>; “keralaiyers@yahoogroups.com” <keralaiyers@yahoogroups.com>; “Pattars@yahoogroups.com” <Pattars@yahoogroups.com>
    Sent: Wednesday, January 25, 2012 2:47 PM
    Subject: Virginity – reg
    Dear Members,
    I was shocked to see a thread on a Facebook forum for iyers, on the topic of virginity not being a yardstick to measure a girl’s character. And to my dismay there were youths pouring in saying it does not matter!
    I am starting a thread that has no controversy, but will be considered highly controversial.
    My arguments are (were on fb) as follows:
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    Losing virginity before marriage for whatever reason is wrong for both men and women.
    Saying that men have sex before marriage and so why not women does not make sense – two wrongs do not make a right – they only compound the heinousness of one another.
    It’s like this – I am a virgin and I have every right to expect that my wife should be so; And a virgin girl has every right to expect her man to be a virgin. No doubt.
    And yes, it is infidelity to the future spouse if one has sex before marriage; And saying loyalty after marriage alone counts is not sensible in our society and dharma. It may be ok in the west where it’s normal to sleep with many if not one person, before marriage and divorce allows a remarriage!
    I am shocked this issue of virginity is brought up in an Iyer forum.  Someone quoted Kamasutra.
    Kamasutra – it describes how a wife must be loyal to her husband, how she must be devoted to household duties etc. Are we following them as well?
    In the name of modernity and freedom of speech, we cannot destroy out culture and dharma.
    If someone is single, and virgin, because he wishes to be loyal to the girl he’d marry who he does not not know who it will be just as yet.
    If a person “truly loved” someone and lost her/his virginity, that person must make it clear when looking for the next partner.
    Just as the non-virgins insist on their right to marry regardless of their virginity status, the virgins have the right to know the sexual history of the potential partner and insist that they marry only virgins. Their rights to choose a partner with no sexual experience before should not be ignored.
    One cannot say “it’s none of your business”, “My character does not depend on my virginity” etc. I will not judge someone’s character and make comments, but if a person refuses to tell me about her past, I will stop considering her as a potential life partner. you need not tell all and sundry about your virginity, but if a potential life partner asks about it – you are under an obligation to reveal, and this applies to both man and woman.
    And will I judge a girl’s character by her virginity? I can only say this much on a public forum:
    If I am looking to marry, and if the girl is a non-virgin/refuses to talk about her past, I would not marry her, however great her other “accomplishments” may be. It’s my personal choice of adhering to our dharma. And I have that right to politely refuse to go any further with the alliance talks on the grounds of her sexual past.
    And if I am not looking to marry her, her sex – life is of no concern to me – I am not a moral police. So, I’d not judge her character on that.
    There is another psychological problem here with women who do not want their sexual past to matter:
    But I cannot rate the character of a person very high, who does not bother to think of being loyal to the person who she is eventually going to marry, however deep she may be in love, however a smooth talker the boy she loves might turn out to be. marry, tie the yellow thread and have sex all day, who cares?
    Many of them want their loss of virginity to be accepted as they want it, regardless of what men and society think!
    Now, a marriage is a union of a man and woman – if a man does not want to marry a non-virgin – that should be respected, as he is a partner and he has the right to choose to marry a virgin.
    Women cannot bullishly state that men should not question their virginity and that they have the right to not disclose it to their potential partner.
    If a lady is ok with losing her virginity, she should be ok with honestly saying that to the potential partner BEFORE MARRIAGE. So that the guy gets to decently move away if he wants to marry a virgin.
    To hide it is a violation of the husband’s rights and emotions, when he legitimately wants to marry a virgin, himself being one.
    There is a fine line of difference between asserting one’s own rights and doing so the extent of denying others theirs.
    Bhuvaneshwar D
    Comments :
    Thanks for keeping me in the loop.
    I have shared this exchange also.
    Keep it up.
    I am enjoying myself.
    It is as thrilling as an India Pakistan ODI or T20 match.
    Regards
    GV
    ————————————————From: Indian Homemaker <indianhomemaker@gmail.com>
    Date: 29 January 2012 20:49:50 GMT+05:30
    To: G Vishwanath <gvshwnth@yahoo.com>
    Subject: Re: SP’s dignified reply to NSI’s sarcastic mail on BD’s post on virginity.
    Aww!!! That’s such a matured, sensible wise letter!! Hats off. Such sensible and respectable advice to BD who I think has heard too much advice of the other type. My admiration for SP has gone still higher. Thanks for —–sharing.
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    in a way in this discussion i feel u have returned their dignity back to them instead of speaking like a market product it is men who should know what to discuss in so much an elaboration in a forum like this, it is very cheap minded and stooping so low to talk about women like this, do they really need a bride when every second they watch a fair skin walking all around and salivating most times
    with kind regards
    sundari kannan
     
  • Our GODS and their gods

    Friends,

    My revered elder brother, senior to me in age and superior to me in knowledge, has once again exhibited his ‘vaachalatha’ word power and not ‘vagmithwam’, if he has any. I am always prepared for a debate but he has never given me a chance for that. He disastrously deviates from the subject and collects all sorts of trash from all over the world and throws the bundle at your face to blind fold you. But Truth cannot be blindfolded! That is the truth.
    1. The Brahmasree has wandered all over the world unnecessarily in his ripe old age, to collect all irrelevant laws, in no way related to the subject and produces as supports for his arguments, when there is no argument from his side at all. Abuses are not arguments. When you come for a debate on a particular subject, as a leading criminal lawyer, which you claim you are, you should know that you have to argue on the matter. Not on how the opponent wear his tie or komanam.
    You have not contrasted a single point of mine, though you have poured tons of filth on my head. 
    I had quoted from Rig vedam and Adharva vedam, just one each, revelations to show that the root of our beliefs, culture is based  on the theory that God is one-eakm sat, though that Sovereignty is called by different names-vipra bahudha vadanthi. If you disagree with me on that point, in effect, if you disagree with Vedavaakyam,  you should have argued for your theory on ‘OUR GODS and their gods’ .
    Instead, pitiably, you talk of the laws enacted by Norway, Brazil and another half a dozen countries! Why do you bring them here ? What is there relevance here ? I did not say a word about the western Universal-ism at all. I talked about our people, our belief, our practices.  
     
    2. ” Amavasya and pornami” and another hundreds of pairs you talk about are also irrelevant, imaginary intrusions-I am not going to say a word about them, because I am not their kartha.
     My point is very,very simple. Easwara viswasam is based on our belief. We believe that the idols installed by us according to agamasastras are ideal for worship. God lives in them. A ‘pandaraam’ in your language and also a paraya or chakkiliya again in you language, install a small stone with or without a roopam, shape and With or without a mantram and BELIEVS THAT IS GOD.  Man, it is that believes that counts. How did Kannappa pull out his eyes, not one but both and paste it on a stone in the wild. ?He believed that that shapeless simple, rough stone was his GOD !! Why did Nandesswarar, whom you insulted as a mere stone statue,  move a bit, to facilitate better view for a ‘parayan’ again I use your language. Did the ‘animal’ do it for a ‘baksheeh or kaikooli’ ? I remeber you said something to that effect. Did it move at all or was it the belief of Nandanar that it moved ? 

    You have not gone to Sreekanteswarm temple on a pradosham evening. You should see how the women, mostly non brahmins, weep in front of the idol at Deeparathani time.They have not learned Rudram or Chamkam, like me and you. They have only bakthi. That exactly is what the God wants.  Before the God, I repeat, all are equal. And that Supreme entity, again quoting from Rigvedam,

    ” Eaka eavaagnir bahuda samidha 
    Eaka sooryo viswamanyu prabootha:
    Eakai voshaa: sarvamidahm vibathi
    Eaka vaa idam vi baboovasarvam”
    For you and me that power, mahasakthi, is Mahadevar or Madurai Meenakshi;  for others, Chami and vellai, IT could be Maruthakaruppan and Mariyatha. If you don’t like those names, please keep away but do not insult ‘their gods’ . It will be helpful to remember that  that Chami and Vellayi  might be the ones to carry you and me in an ambulance to the hospital when we struggle for breath or they could  be the ones, wearing a white apron and gloves,  who cut open our heart to reactivate it.
    3. I know how you made my sister in Dubai to weep by your unbrahminical remarks. Let us not talk about her.
    4. Let us also not talk about your insult to Anjaneyaswamy  ‘as just one among us in the Que to worship Ramachandraswamy’ The Lord with His Divine consort lives in Hanuman’s heart. Not in yours .
    ” Devendradi samastha deva vinutham kakuthadootham bajeay”  – where are we poor mortals, before that Maha yogi !
    5. The ‘vedamantra swaroop swamy’ may be a  ‘pandaram’, a nomad with a stick and coupeenam, but he is a ‘Jnana panditha swamy’ too. When you found a pandaram in human form standing behind the Lord  to serve him,Your brahmanatwam came to the fore front. Your bakthi should have.
    6.I have requested you several times not to touch my Kunjammalu, Kamu,Parsurama vaadhyar, Ammalu and several other imaginary characters. They are sacrament to me as are to several of my readers. Visit my website and see the ‘comments’ column, if you want to oppose this statement. Kunjammalu, though an imaginary character, is intelligent, a Sanskrit teacher. She is not a fool to tolerate if the tottering old man misbehaves with her.
    7. India is my country. I lived there for over 70 years. I have my own people and property still there. I am now in US as my children do not want   me to live all alone in a big house in Hyderabad,  while my four grand children, three  children and several other relatives are here. I may go back any time to India and comeback here. Aren’t  you too live in a foreign country now ?
    8.About my patriotism or belief in God, I do not require a certificate from any one.They are purely personal matters. We are in a common forum and let us discuss any points on common interests. Abusing the opponent is not in common interest. You have the habit of belittling every one. All of us, has some amount of intelligence may not be to your level. No need also for that .
    9. You did not have the basic courtresy of wishing me for my 75th birth day. Nothing surprising, as we know about you. But when I came to your gate with a picture in my hand of palabhishekam to the Brihadeeswaraswamy and a New year greeting in my lips, you insulted me.
    That was an insult to my Mahadevar. You should have got up and recited panchakdharam if not Rudram.
    In Kiratham kathakali, there is a scene, where, unable to tolerate the pain of Her husband in the form of a hunter, from the arrows of Arjuna, Parvathy in the form of a hunter woman curses Arjuna, ‘noonameyyunna banangalookayum soonamai poka Pkava” Let all the arrows you throw at my Lord, turn into flowers!
    Let all the  arrows you aim at other members of this forum and other fora, turn into flowers.
    I respect your wisdom.You and me do not have many sunrises and sunsets to witness.
    “To every man upon this earth
    Death cometh soon or late.”
    Divert your mind and energy towards that ”SAT”, which  “vipra bahudha vadanthi “, instead of abusing others.
    Namskarams
    Sperinkululam,
    Ocala, Florida.

    Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2012 06:19:03 -0800
    From: s_narayanaswamy@yahoo.com
    Subject: Re: [Iyer123] Our gods, their gods–and Western Universalism
    To: iyer123@yahoogroups.com; sivaratna@hotmail.com

    Dear fellow-Iyers
    We, Iyers, Iyengars Brahamanas, Pattars seem to have a sudden New God in the Firmament  —  and, in oder to expound his faith and doctrines, we have also a New Prophet-cum-Saviour, who is EVR and EMSN rolled into one.  

     My little note of five short paragraphs has evoked from this New Prophet-cum-Saviour a torrential and highly emotional outburst of twenty-six paragraphs spread over four sheets of A4-size paper all forcefully set out in thick bold black print  —  almost shouting from the top of the temple flagpole to drown out the truth.  To him, the Truth hurts, of course.  The absolute Truth hurts absolutely.  Especially when set out soberly and somberly, in small print. 
    One of our more prolific contributors, this Prophet-cum-Saviour has newly discovered, out of the cerulean blue sky, WESTERN UNIVERSALISM, whose basic tenets are:-
    Eternal Religion gives way to enacted law.
    All men and women are the same. 
    All temples and places of worship are the same. 
    All gods, daemons, and spirits are the same. 
    All religions, faiths, creeds are the same. 
    Everything is equal to everything else;  no distinction exists anywhere, in anything, at any time; to any degree  —   never existed before, will never exist in the future.  Utopia everywhere.  God is in his Heaven (or Hell), and All’s Right With The World ! 
    Our newly-self-christened Prophet-cum-Saviour will slash you to slivers of meat if you dare to disagree, or even think otherwise.   This is the Brave New World!   His Brave New World. 
    But is it?
    Enacted law in Norway says that Anurupa and Sagarika Battacharya from Kolkata, parents of a three-year-old boy and a one-year-old girl, and who work and live in Norway, are guilty of unforgivable crime against their two babies.  Acting accordingly to this enacted law, the authorities forcibly removed the tiny tots from their parents’ custody and proximity, and placed them under alien foster care  —  to be reared “properly”. They are still in custody.  The law is adamant that it is right. 
    The hapless parents’ great crimes?  They fed their children by their own hand, because the children did not know how to feed themselves.  They also let the children share their own beds at night. 
    Enacted law in Australia said that parents of aborigine children  —  the black-skinned race existed and flourished, prayed and played together, cooked, ate, cured their illnesses through their own native medicines, long before white-skinned Europeans in the British Isles learned not to live in pits in the ground, learned not to cover their naked bodies with woad [blue dye] to catch the sun and protect their skins from the cold, learned not to hunt for grubs in rotting wood to feed themselves  —  are genetically incapable of rearing children, and that all children born to aborigines should be captured like wilk animals and be transported away to special camps, there to be “brought up properly”.  All the children died in captivity.  As did many aborigine parents “in the Outback”, pining for their absent progeny. 
    Enacted law in the United States of America says that the brown Native Americans do not own the land or the resources under it, but the White Invading Europeans do.  Therefore the Native Americans are confined to small undeveloped “reservations” in inhospitable and inaccessible places of the country, and forced to fend for themselves. 
    Under the doctrine of “The only good Indian is a dead Indian,” enacted law in the United States of America gave White Invading Europeans the right, under God, to hunt down and kill off in one-sided genocidal war after genocidal war, in holocaust after holocaust, from the shores of the Atlantic Ocean to the shores of the Pacific Ocean, every Native American who dared to oppose them. 
    Read, for example, “Indians and Other Americans  —  Two Ways of Life Meet” 274 pages, by Harold E Fey & D’Arcy McNickle, read “I Will Fight No More Forever  —  Chief Joseph and the Nez Perce War” 398 pages, by Merrill D. Beal, and read “Men To Match My Mountains – The Monumental Saga Of The Winning Of America’s Far West” 562 pages, by Irving Stone.  You will even find accounts of cannibalism  —  white men killing and eating the flesh of their Native American guides and porters after crossing the Sierra Nevada, in the last-mentioned book.
     Enacted law in the United States of America gave White Invading Europeans the right to poison the wells, streams and other drinking and cooking fresh water resources of the Native Americans, the right to toss into the latter’s tepees and wigwams pieces of cloth and blanket deliberately infected with smallpox, a hitherto unknown disease in the New World, and against which the Native Americans had no defence.  The right to burn down tepes and wigwams, and destroy stock of food and clothing, after forcingt the Native Americans to fglee form their settlements.  The right togun down all bison, elk, deer, and other animals on which the Native Americans depended for food.
     Enacted law in the United States of America gave White Invading Europeans the right to slaughter Native American women on sight, the right to string up their naked bodies high up between two poles with their torsos stretched out by ropes ties to their wrists , the right to cut off their breasts, and make tobacco pouches out of the dried breasts, and to flaunt these prizes in the bars and saloons of the country.
     Enacted law in Saudi Arabia prohibits praying to anyone other than Allah, even in the innermost privacy of your own home, even if you are not a Muslim.  You can be put to death for defying the law.
     Enacted law in Singapore prohibits the importation of even one stick of chewing gum, or one stick of cigarette.  You will be swiftly hanged by the neck until you are dead, after due process of law, if you are found in possession of 12 grammes of heroine or similar narcotic drug, even if you are only in transit and do not exit from your plane on the airport runway or exit from your ship in the harbour, and do not set foot at all on solid Singapore soil. 
    Enacted law in India has authorised seizure without compensation, of the ancestral fertile agricultural lands of hundreds of thousands of expert Brahmin agriculturists and foresters, lands on which they and their families depended for a living, and had done so for generations.
     Enacted law in India has authorised fragmentation into unviable little plots of these seized agricultural lands, and to distribute them among individuals who had formerly been employed to till the fields or otherwise to help in tilling the land, planting, watering and harvesting crops, under supervision of the owners and their families.
    Enacted law in Brazil allows white wold-be settlers and ranchers to machine-gun down and to slay by machete any natives they meet in the deep dark jungles of the Amazon basin, to seize their land, to cut down all trees, and turn the land into huge ranches for raising beef cattle and construct abattoirs and beef-packing plants.
    And so the list goes on. 
    Our Prophet-Saviour of Western Universalism waxes eloquent on “the theory that there is only one god.”  He trots out the tired tirade quoting our Rig Vedam.  He concludes passionately with the fervent supplication:  “Differentiating between (our god and their gods) will only split our society further and isolate us more and more.”
     What noble sentiments. What self-evident truths, axioms, to be accepted without proof! 
    Is all this fiery oratory only to flay practicing Brahmanas and practicing Hindus who pray to “our gods”?
     Will our red-blooded Universalist convince the Protectors of the Holy Places of Islam; convince the Pope in Rome and his Cardinals; convince the Defender of the Faith sitting on the Throne of the United Kingdom of England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland (whose ancestors were Emperors of India and Empresses of India) and the Archbishop of Canterbury, convince the Grand Patriarchs of the Orthodox Christian Churches, convince the quarrelling hundreds of reformist and independent Christian sects, convince the Heads of the Hasidim, of the Orthodox, of the Reformist, and of the Conservative Schools of Judaism,  —  to accept his theory that there is only one god, so they should all drop their differences and merge into one whole Soup Supreme together with Hindus, as was the case before Judaism arose, and give birth to the Nazarene creed and its brood of dissidents, and gave birth to the Mecca-centric followers of Muhammad?  Convince them to demolish their basilicas, cathedrals, and churches,  their mosques and mausoleums, their synagogues and prayer-houses, their grottoes and cave-shrines?
     Would it appease our red-blooded tomtom-beating Universalist a bit, if I were to gently remind him that he appears incapable of distinguishing between “non-Brahmins” entitled to Upanayanam and all that confers, such as Kshathriyas and Vaishyas, and those falling outside the four varnas such as worshippers of the phalanx of “Karuppan, Karuppaayee, Maareeaayee, Madurai Veeran, Muthallathu-raaja, Mooneeaandee,  Aatchee, Kaava,-theivam, Ayyanaar, Naachiappan, Naachiammayee, and many, many more”?
     “Our gods and their gods  — What’s this?”  Our rhetorician demands.
     This is the reality of this world today. Nothing less.  Nothing more.
     Of course, he is free to reject the evidence before his (closed?  Partially closed?) eyes, and dwell in the realm of  fantasy.  He is free to say that all men and women are the same, all temples and places of worship are the same, all gods, daemons, and spirits are the same, all religions, faiths, creeds are the same.  He is free to insist that:
     Voodoo and Vedam are the same
    So are the Devil and the deities
    So are Ganga and Koovum rivers
    So are Kashmir and Kanyakumari
    So are Aani and Maarghazhi months
    So are Amaavaasya and Pournami
    So are the ballet and Bharathanaatyam 
    So are Idi Amin and Nelson Mandela
    So are James Joyce and Siegfrid Jung
    So are Pidgin and elegant English
    So are Rafflesia and the rose
    So are the vamp and the virgin 
    So are koorkan-kizhangu and Elephant Yam
    So are plywood and sandalwood
    So are vinegar and wine
    So are rice powder in water and cows’ milk 
    So are Singapore and Shanghai
    So are Ocala, USA and Osaka, Japan
    So are faeces and manure
    So are Eskimos and Papuans
     He is free to insist that, in his Brave New World of Equality and Universalism, all metals are equal;  therefore lead is equal to tin is equal to copper is equal to silver is equal to gold.  Similarly, all carbons are equal.  Charcoal is equal to anthracite is equal to diamond.  His logic is irresistible  — or, in his own words, muddled “because of superstition and stupidity and also greed for free flush (whatever that means – non-coin-operated modern toilets?).” 
    When all is said and done, what can you possibly make of one who cannot distinguish between his distorted imagination of my allegedly “visiting the Pazhani temple, with freshly collected cow milk from brahmin cow”, and the truth, which I related as to how I was cheated by the rascally paal-kudam supplier at Pazhani Adivaaram who had surreptitiously filled the vessel with water mixed with rice-powder, and boldly cheated me by assuring me that it was fresh cows’ milk milked that very morning?
     Also, how can you possibly rely on a man’s ability to tell the truth, when he cannot distinguish between my praising a Brahmin married woman in Dubai who faithfully observes all our rituals such as Vara-Lakshmi Nonbu and is a dharma-pathni to her Brahmin husband, and my condemning a totally different woman who uses the foulest of languages on the Internet, so much so that even our tolerant moderator had to excise the entirely of her two e-mails when I quoted them verbatim to disprove our Prophet-Saviour’s false accusations?
     Further, how can you be sure of where a man’s loyalty lies or where his orientation is, when he broadcasts that every Shiva-Lingam has a monkey’s head and face protruding from the top and a monkey’s tail protruding from behind, since his unshakeable belief is that Lord Shiva is an avathaaram of Hanuman, and vice-versa?  How can you trust him when he sneers at a Brahmin priest pouring water on the Shiva-Lingam which, he smirks, bears the River Ganga on its head  —  so pouring water on the head of Gangadhar is eminently stupid?
     And how pious and god-fearing is a man who goes to Shiva Temples in south Kerala during festivals, to meet buxom young black outcaste women (in snow-white saris) at night and there, after a private stroll hand-in-hand through the deserted temple kitchens,  hugs them to his chest, murmuring “I like you,” in the darkness?
     The final sting in the tail  —  or the utmost acme of hypocrisy.  “We survive only if our country survives,” he declaims.  Which country?  Then United States of America where he is comfortably settled?  Truncated, riven, vivisected India  —  or what remains of it now  —  which he fled? Canada and Vancouver, from where he continued his diatribe against Brahmins?  Some new destination?   Pre-historic Gondwanaland?  Bharatha Varsham?  Bharatha Khandam?
    Although his ingrained anti-Brahminism surfaces every now and then, what about the survival of Brahmins as a community?  What about the survival of Brahmanas, Kshathriyas, and Vaishyas, as those entitled to access to the Vedas?  How about the survival of Brahmanas, Kshathriyas, Vaishyas, and Shoodras as the four varnas mentioned in our Vedas?  How about the survival of Vedic Dharmam?  Sanathana Dharmam?
     S Narayanaswamy Iyer

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    Friends,

    Even a lay man with peripheral acquaintance with our scriptures knows that the basic concept of our belief,  philosophy, poojas  and  Aacharanushtanas  is based on the theory that there is only ONE GOD 
    ‘ekam sat’  but that single supreme power is called by different names.  

    When we worship before a deity of  Vishnu or Siva or Markatha valli thayar or Mariamman, the inimitable gem shines in our heart,

    “Aakasath pathitham thoyam, yadha gatchadi saagarm
    Sarvadeva namskara Easwaram prathigatchathi”

    As water which falls from the sky flows to ocean, our namaskarams to  all Devas reach Kesava.

    A number of sookthams can be quoted to support the above statement. 

    ഇന്ദ്രം മിത്രം വരുണ മഗ്നി മാഹു –
    രഥോദിവ്യസ്സ സുപര്ണോ ഗരുത്മാന്‍
    ഏകം സദ്വിപ്രാ  ബഹുദാ വദന്തി
    അഗ്നിം യമം മാതരിശ്വാനമാഹു :
    Indram, Mitram, Varunam, Agnim, aahu-
    radhodivyassa suparno garutmaan
    Eakam sat vipra bahuda vadanthi
    Agnaim, yamam, maadariswanamaahu:Meaning : This God is called Indra, Mitra, Varuna, Agni , Garuda.
    It is eakam and sat- The learned call it by different names
    Agni, Vayu, Yaman etc.
    ഋഗ്വേദം :
     Rigvedam 
    ——
    സ  ഏഷ  എആഷ  ഏക വൃത്ഏക ഏവ
    സര്‍വെ അസ്മിന്‍ ദേവാ ഏകവൃതോ  ഭവന്തി
    Sa easha eka eak vrut eaka eava
    Sarvey asmin Devaa eak vruto bhavanthi’
    He is ONE. ONLY ONE; all  devas become ONE in him.
    Atharva vedam
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    I was therefore surprised, when a senior co- member, not  an X,Y, OR Z but a vedic scholar known for his wits, wisdom and vocabulary, talked in terms of our Gods and their gods ! Proclaims he, ‘encourage them to build their own temple for gods.’ .
     He also says,  “The “non-brahmins” have their own gods.  Karuppan, Karuppaayee,”:..
    No,no,no, Bramashree. Not all non brahmins. There are very few who worship karuppan and karuppayye.The rest, the majority of them, come to worship our ‘appans and aayees’, some observing fasting and other strict discipline for more than a month, walking mails bare-footed, with unalloyed bakthi. Those who go to Vaishnodevi, Varnasi, Rishikesh, Kedaranath, Badrinath,Madhura and so many other great shrines are ‘non- brahimns’ and you should go there once to see their bakthi. They may or may not have poonaal visible out side but deep in their heart, undivided devotion overflows. Otherwise they would not have spent their hard earned money for long trips which some time are risky too. Do you want all the Kshatriyas, Vysyas and soodras not to enter ‘our ‘ temples’ ! If the Nair Service society or any other non-brahmin organisations in the North, West or East read this post asking them to have their own temple—-My God ! save my beloved swajathi!.
     You can be prosecuted under law for such a disparaging statement. And being a leading lawyer you should know this..
    Cherunattori Bagavthi is my kuladeivam. She holds prominently a sword in her right hand. Sword is a destructive weapon. All ‘our gods’ have some weapon or other in their hands..’Our ‘ Vishnu is ‘gadhi, saarnghi, chakri and in fact sarvapraharnayudha, Maha prabhu. Our Devi is ashtoubujanghi ,with eight hands wearing weapons in all the hands. Wearing sudha vastram, applying viboothi all over our body and then chandanam and kumkumam over it in layers,we worship her as  ‘ madhu mamsopaharaini’. . Innocent lambs who cry for their life were sacrificed beofre the Kali maatha in Calcutta and perhaps that inhuman activity is still continuing.Kali in that temple sits protruding her tongue, which they say is asking for blood.There is a Mata temple in Gohati, which I had visited but forgot the name, consecrated by no lesser soul than Adi Samkaracharaya, where birds were sacrificed. Even Kolkota Kali deity too was consecrated by Snkaracarya. In all those temples,poojaries are Brahmins, devotees mostly are ‘non brahmins’. So our Gods too demand blood sacrifice !
    Because of superstition and stupidity and also greed for free flush, these ugly practices have entered our temple worships..Let us correct them. if we can.
    ‘Entering into trances and shouting and screaming, including mass hypnosis and hysteria’ is not the practice only in ‘their temples’. Go to Sasthapreeti. When one among us wearing poonal screams and shouts, it becomes the instant manifestation of the God  ‘Sastha vandhirukkar ‘. You know why? It is in that hysterial state that the God in sweating human form, hands over a plantain leaf bundle for our kalan, olan, avial, iditchu pizinja payasam, valia pappadam etc,etc.!!
    This is not the first time that the learned brahimn is using the word ‘pandaram’. When he visited the Pazhani temple,along with this family donning freshly washed panchagatcham, with freshly collected cow milk from brahmin cow, he was shocked to see a pandram standing  near the idol, ‘kondango oothareen’ he demanded, it seems!! Our friend saw only that pantaram and forgot to watch the lovely face of Murugan or his flag or mount. This pantaram word  remains me, a folk prayer heard in childhood, ‘Andi pantaram unnai ventikontanae’ I hope that the other friend who introduced this topic will not call Pazhani Muruka Perumal as a ‘kshudra deavatha ‘ .
    There are several temples in Tamil Nadu, installed by Sidhas,who are not Brahmins, being worshipped by Veda brahmanals.There are several Devi kshetrams, prominent ones, powerful ones, where poojaries are non brahmins. Each temple follows certain padathi. Namboodiries in Kerala Temples or potties in some,Deekshithars in Chitambaram etc.
    I do not know  where ‘babies, three-to-five-year-old girls, virgins’ and other ‘catches’ are sacrificed.,I will report to the police if you specify the names of the temples where ‘kolaiveri’ is still in vogue.
    And above all, please,please, remember that differentiating between our deivam and their deivam will only split our Hindu society further and isolate us Tamil brhmins more and more.
    As mentioned by me earlier, we survive only  if our country survives.
    Love and regards,.
    sperinkulam
    Ocala, Baltimore.
    Jan16, 2012
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    Dear fellow-Iyers
    Just two comments:
    One.    If you go round any city looking only for smelly latrines, you are sure to find a few.  If, on the other hand,  you look for clean kitchens, halls, dining rooms, living rooms, bedrooms, you will find a great many more  —  many more than you can count.  So with Brahmanas.
    Two.  The “non-brahmins” have their own gods.  Karuppan, Karuppaayee, Chinna-karuppan, Periya-karuppan, Maareeaayee, Madurai Veeran, Mooneeaandee, Aatchee, Chinnaatchee, Periyaaatchee, Kaaval-theivam, Ayyanaar, Chengaliyappan, Veerappan, Mooneechaamee, Karuppanchaamee, Thiroupathee, Periya-aathaa, Naachiappan, Naachiammayee, and many, many more.
    These demand blood-sacrifices, whether of babies, three-to-five-year-old girls, virgins, goats, sheep, fowl, or other catches.  They also demand offerings of toddy, arrack, chaaraayam, liquor distilled from reeds and grasses, from seeds and grains, from tree-bark, tree-roots, and other intoxicating liquids.
    They require display and offering of torture instruments, such as ropes and cahins, cutting blades, swords, sharpened spears of bamboo, wood and metal, tridents, barbed spears, curved and double-edged long knives, cat-o-nine-tails, thumb- and finger-crushers.  The list goes on and on.
    They require the infliction of pain, and the entering into trances and shouting and screaming, including mass hypnosis and hysteria, as essential parts of the worship ritual to these non-brahmin gods.
    Why not encourage them to build their own temples to their own gods, and leave ours alone?  Then they can proceed to train anyone and everyone to become pandaarams there.  And drag in the crowds by display of superior techniaque and skill, not limited to “possession by spirits”  and “exorcism,” of such possessed individuals.
    S Narayanaswamy Iyer
    Comments:
    Namaskarams.  As usual, you hit the nail on the head; but I am sceptical whether this is going to change the outlook of the individual.Regarding the Gauhati temple, I presume that you are referring to Kamakhya Mandir.  This temple witnesses animal sacrifices every day.  Despite this, large number of devotees visit this temple and I had also visited in 2003.  This temple is supposed to be in the place where the Yoni of the Mother had fallen.  Hence the monthly periods are rigorously followed in this temple and since this is supposed to the Principal Temple in Assam, when Kamakhya is closed for Monthly Periods, all the other temples are also kept closed.regardssaikrishnan
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    You have written all that I have wanted to write.
    I prepared a manuscript condemning this co-member’s e-mail, but I stopped because he is a Vedic Scholar and a very old man, so as a token of respect and I confess, fear of curse, I kept quiet.
    I agree with all that you say.
    Love and regards,
    Bhuvaneshwar D
    That was a mature and dignified reply to an arrogant snob.
    I love his prose.
    Never much cared for the content.
    Regards
    GV
    Dear Sir,
    Namaskarams.  As usual, you hit the nail on the head; but I am sceptical whether this is going to change the outlook of the individual.
    Regarding the Gauhati temple, I presume that you are referring to Kamakhya Mandir.  This temple witnesses animal sacrifices every day.  Despite this, large number of devotees visit this temple and I had also visited in 2003.  This temple is supposed to be in the place where the Yoni of the Mother had fallen.  Hence the monthly periods are rigorously followed in this temple and since this is supposed to the Principal Temple in Assam, when Kamakhya is closed for Monthly Periods, all the other temples are also kept closed.
    regards
    saikrishnan
    NB:  Hope you will be pardon me for pointing out- your mail could have been edited to weed out the errors in spellings.  Normally I love reading your mails ( this mail is no exception ) and hence thought of pointing out this.  My apologies to you in case I have offended you.
  • Chooriappan kulam story

    Chooriappan kulam stor
    Water source was a major criterion when men started looking for suitable sites for settlement. Even animals and birds migrate to areas close to water bodies. Most of the large human civilizations has developed on the bank of mighty rivers.
    It was therefore natural for the Tamil brahmins who migrated to Kerala to settle on the bank of rivers .They dug ponds where rivers were not available.
    Here is the story of Chooriappan kulam, in perinkulam, as told by Ambi, my BIL when we met recently in Vancouver. In fact some one from one of our groups had asked me the name of the person who dug that pond. I could not answer then and floated his inquiry to my friends .None replied.
    Opposite to the Navaneetha Krishna swamy temple in south Perinkulam, there was one Bhaskara Iyer, who was called Pakkumama. I knew him and his family. They helped us a lot for the wedding of my first sister, which took place in the mantapam in front of the temple, shown above. That was some 50 years ago and it is her husband who told me this story. Pakkumama’s  great  grandfather was Suryanarayana Iyer, known as Choori appan in the village. He had a long cherished desire to dig a pond for the usage of the villagers.
    Chooriappan mama saved a small amount from his meager income and preserved the money in three cloth bundles in a safe place in his house, which only his wife knew. One night a group of thieves entered his house and asked him to part with everything he had. Mama looked at his wife’s face and replied that he had nothing with him, and even for his daily food he was depending on the temple, just opposite to his house. Mami mistook what her husband told the thieves. Obviously she would have becomes nervous seeing three or four thugs, who bolted from the blue, midnight.
    “Entha sanchi eduthukkinduvarunum, -which bundle should I bring ?” The Innocent woman asked her husband.
    ‘Ellathaem konduvanthu tholai- Bring all the bundles, you damn woman!” Mama thundered out of understandable vexation.
    Mami brought all the three small bundles and placed before her husband.
    What an innocent woman, she was!
    Chooriappan mama told the thieves, ‘ I swear by the God, watching our action sitting there, just opposite. This is my life savings and I have been partially starving to save this amount which is meant for digging a pond for the villagers. It is for a good purpose and if you doubt my words, take these bundles straight away but start digging the pond tomorrow .
    “If you still disbelieve me and my Krishnaswamy,” mama cursed, ” neenghal nasamai povael- you will perish”
    The thieves did not touch the money, but believe my words, came next day in a group and dug the pond.!
    So next time when you take bath in a village pond , remember those good souls like Chooriappan mama, who had struggled to construct a basic facility for the co- dwellers.
    And also, remember the hands which planted the banyan tree in your village corner, which gives you shade while waiting for a bus, in the hot sun or poring rain.
    While passing through villages, I used to observe, Chooriappan kulam story.
    From my blog.
    Water source was a major criterion when men started looking for suitable sites for settlement. Even animals and birds migrate to areas close to water bodies. Most of the large human civilizations has developed on the bank of mighty rivers.
    It was therefore natural for the Tamil brahmins who migrated to Kerala to settle on the bank of rivers .They dug ponds where rivers were not available.
    Here is the story of Chooriappan kulam, in perinkulam, as told by Ambi, my BIL when we met recently in Vancouver. In fact some one from one of our groups had asked me the name of the person who dug that pond. I could not answer then and floated his inquiry to my friends .None replied.
    Opposite to the Navaneetha Krishna swamy temple in south Perinkulam, there was one Bhaskara Iyer, who was called Pakkumama. I knew him and his family. They helped us a lot for the wedding of my first sister, which took place in the mantapam in front of the temple, shown above. That was some 50 years ago and it is her husband who told me this story. Pakkumama’s father was Suryanarayana Iyer, known as Choori appan in the village. He had a long cherished desire to dig a pond for the usage of the villagers.
    Chooriappan mama saved a small amount from his meager income and preserved the money in three cloth bundles in a safe place in his house, which only his wife knew. One night a group of thieves entered his house and asked him to part with everything he had. Mama looked at his wife’s face and replied that he had nothing with him, and even for his daily food he was depending on the temple, just opposite to his house. Mami mistook what her husband told the thieves. Obviously she would have becomes nervous seeing three or four thugs, who bolted from the blue, midnight.
    “Entha sanchi eduthukkinduvarunum, -which bundle should I bring ?” The Innocent woman asked her husband.
    ‘Ellathaem konduvanthu tholai- Bring all the bundles, you damn woman!” Mama thundered out of understandable vexation.
    Mami brought all the three small bundles and placed before her husband.
    What an innocent woman, she was!
    Chooriappan mama told the thieves, ‘ I swear by the God, watching our action sitting there, just opposite. This is my life savings and I have been partially starving to save this amount which is meant for digging a pond for the villagers. It is for a good purpose and if you doubt my words, take these bundles straight away but start digging the pond tomorrow .
    “If you still disbelieve me and my Krishnaswamy,” mama cursed, ” neenghal nasamai povael- you will perish”
    The thieves did not touch the money, but believe my words, came next day in a group and dug the pond.!
    So next time when you take bath in a village pond , remember those good souls like Chooriappan mama, who had struggled to construct a basic facility for the co- dwellers.
    And also, the hands which planted the banyan tree in the village corner, which gives you shade while waiting for a bus, in the hot sun or poring rain ., head- load- relievers, on the road side, granite platforms supported by two granite pillars.
    What a relief for those who carry heavy loads on their head! And, big granite tubs to store water for animals and birds!
    Simple acts, by people who nourished great thoughts!

  • I am wearing the pearl chain 2day, which u gifted

    With my sister’s family  in Vancouver
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    ” I am wearing the pearl chain 2day, which u gifted for my wedding.  hope u remember ?
    thanks athan”
    That is my cousin’s daughter, through a mail, which I opened early morning today.
    How can I forget your wedding, my child ? That was organised by your husband without any support or guidance or participation of his parents who were against your marriage . The plus point that you were known to them from your childhood did not overtake the Iyer-Iyengar difference, though without much delay, the disparity matter silently got  submerged by the parental love, happily for all.
    I have a habit of accumulating gift times as my family is big, my friend- circle is big. Jewels, brass lamps, paintings, books or any ornamental or useful items, not very expensive, I gather and stock. Whenever I meet my relatives or friends , being the eldest in the family, I give some gifts. However small those might be. they cherish the gifts even later, as this girl has, after several years or as my sister did when I met her recently in Vancouver. The day I went there, being Karthikai, I gave her some cash, as her elder brother, a practice still in vogue in our families, when the deepams, lamps are ignited by sisters praying for the welfare of their brothers. Last time, I gave the cash was several years before and she was, therefore,excited beyond words when I placed a few notes on her wrinkled palms this year. Next morning, she came close to me and with the excitement and enthusiasm of a child, wearing new uniform on the school reopening day, showed me the sari she was wearing and asked me, ” do you know which sari, this is ? You gifted this on my wedding day. You came to Bombay unannounced and when I woke up, appeared from a corner where you were hiding and placed this in my hands with your blessings.”
    AS I mentioned earlier,small, small gestures give big happiness, if those are soaked in affection and unselfishness.
    Last time when I went to Kalpathi  for the car festival, I bought a dozen small drums with a handle and two strings attached to the sides, for distributing to kids. In fact, I wanted to buy big drums but how to bring them to USA ? When I presented those to my grand children, oh, you must watch the happiness and thrill in their small sweet faces ! The scores of dolls dumped in their little stores suddenly became useless and the whole house reverberated with the ‘tab,tab’ noise made by those little ten rupee worth imps!  Ten Rupee could buy a ton of happiness !
    There are some sad stories too, related to gift giving and taking..
    When my second sister’s wedding was conducted at our ancestral house , I had invited my school teachers. One elementary school teacher called me aside and asked for five Rupees. I thought it was for his return trip or petty purchases and gave him fifty Rupees.
    “Ithu kayyil irikkattae, masterae-sir, keep this with you” I said. “Ithrayonnum venta, anchu uruppikamathi-I want only five rupees ” he said and collected only a five rupee note from me.
    He handed over that note to my sister, placed his hand on her head and blessed,” nannai varattae- may good things happen !”
    Before the couple left, I asked them to visit the teacher’s house and distribute some money to his children.
    The word ‘athan’ in the above post  catapults up some sad memory in me .,
    I had just completed my SSLC exam, when I went to meet my Ambikkuttan athan, dad’s nephew, who was then living in our house in Perinkulam. He used to visit us often, during my childhood days, sit near me, transfer stories into my ears and simultaneously food into my mouth.  While working in Bombay, he lost his first son and subsequently his eye sight too. I spent a night with him when he recollected our family events, right from his grand father’s time and narrated to me, as if he was redoing the earlier exercise.  Next morning, when I was about to leave, he noticed that I didn’t have a cloth to change.
    He picked up from his wardrobe a new dothi, plain, single, unbleached piece and offered to me. ” It is OK, athan, the one I am wearing is clean. I will change it after going home ” I replied. He requested, begged, pleaded. The juvenile pride or whatever you want to call it, did not allow me to accept that offer, whole-heartedly made by an aged, close relative, from whose hands I had eaten food..
    After a few years Athan passed away. My father was near him then. Appa had to cremate his nephew as Athan’s children could not arrive in time.
    ”Athan was praising you a few hours before he breathed his last” Appa told me on his return. He said, ” I am proud of Muthanna
    ( that was his pet name for me ). He will never accept any favour from anyone under any circumstances”
     I did not take it as a complement. I considered it as a lament of a sorrowful soul on its last journey. You know why. By then I had realized that the reason for my rejection could have been misunderstood by athan,  as his in-affordability then, though I never had that in my mind when I said  ‘no’ to him.

    I wept inconsolably. “what happened ?” Appa inquired. “poor Athan” that was all my reply. I didn’t have the courage to tell him the dothi story.

    Appa is no more, Athan is no more.  I have now unloaded the dead albatross from my neck , thanks to Bhuvana’s ” I am wearing the pearl chain 2day,—–“
    Love and regards,
    sperinkulam
    from Ocala, Florida
    Jan 5, 2012
  • My New year started with a Big Bang

    Things always happen in a big way for me. This New year day was not an exception. The pick up started two days before, with a series of fare well parties hosted by the physician friends of my nephew Ramu, for his parents who were leaving back home after a stay of 6 months in Vancouver. The hosts, mostly from Andra Pradesh enjoyed my company too as I could speak in their mother-tongue.The best way to gain the friendship of any one in a foreign land is to say a few words in the language which his mom spoke to him first.

    The next one was a big bang – a ‘sadyogatham’ aaseervadam, ‘blessings’ from a Big Brother in another continent abusing me in sudha Samskritam, deva bhasahi or the language of those in Heaven. The act which merited an abuse from His Holiness was my New Year greetings ! He doesn’t consider Jan 1, as the dawn of New year.  For him and “all other Brahmanas and Hindus of every persuasion,  Nandhana Samvatsaram,13th April 2012 ” is the New year day.

    As far as my limited knowledge goes, it is not so. The 13th April is celebrated as the Pongal, thamizh puthandu orTamil varshapirappu and there ends the matter. For all the routine business of the ‘lesser souls’ English calender is followed. Till the next April 13th, they do not think about the varushapirappu because there is no need for that. And remember, the Tamil varshappirappu is only for those who speaks Tamil and not for all other Brahmanas and Hindus !
    I have seen this argument in other Brahmin fora too. All our documents, personal and official , right  from the birth certificate to the certificate of death are in dates of the ‘English’ calender. Our electricity,gas, telephone,water bills and election dates too.Tell me one occasion when we, ‘ Brahmanas and other Hindus’  follow the Nandana samvasatsaram or any other Tamil or Malayalam or Telugu year? 
    For janma nakshtram or shradham or any good and bad occasions, we mention the Nakshatram orThithy but instantly relate that to the “English’ calendar dates. Especially for those who live in countries where English is the predominant  language, where their children and grand children speak mostly in English, why do they feel shy to accept greetings on the English New year day ? You speak English, write English, think in English and subscribe to a group whose name is in English letters.I 123 or 4 B or US Brahmins, but when I come to your house to greet you on the dawn of Jan, you turn your face or turn it towards me only to insult me !! Why this hypocrisy ?.

    Wishing him on a ‘wrong day’ was not the only crime committed by me. There are many:

    I.“the much-trumpeted Rudrabhishegam to the avathaaram of Maruthi Aanjaneeyaswamy Hanuman, he of the Supreme Chalisa whose greatness supersedes all our four Vedams.”

    It is true that I shared my happiness on a rare occasion in my life with my net friends and if it is a crime, my heart felt apologies to him. You all greeted me, blessed me, sought my blessings and if I apologize to you, I am discrediting your messages of well-wish. 
     I never said that the  Abhishekam was done for Anjzneyaswamy. .Here is the relevant  para :
    ” On the left is the Lingam where abhishekam is performed, next ‘ashtow bujanghi’, then Sree Rama with Sita and Laxmanan, then Radha and Krishnan and at the right extreme Venkitachalpathy. Nandi and garuda await at the sannidhies of the Lingeswara and venkiteswara respectively. Two steps below to your left is Govardhan Dwarakesh and to the right  Kumarswamy. There are two rooms on the sides of the hall, where the  idols of Mahaganpathy, Sarswathy, Padmavathy, Sri Laksmi , Anjaneya and jain theethankaras  are installed.

    2. “for elevating the towering  Nagna Mahavir as equal to, if not superior to, the consecrated deities at Greater Baltimore Temple, in particular the recipient (same shape, same deity as the one at Brihadeesvara Temple in Thanjavur)  .
    Where have I ‘elevated’ the ‘nagana Mahavir ‘ ‘as equal to, if not superior to ‘other deiteis ? You have read the above para of my listing the deities.

    Then comes the biggest joke- “the Supreme Chalisa whose greatness supersedes all our four Vedams.”
    No, Sir.This is another lie. I have never said so. Please go into the I123 or any other archives and if you can show that I had said that  the Chalis’s greatness supersedes our vedams, I will throw my yegnopaveethjam. And if  I gain the bet, he who made a false claim,should also undergo the same punishment.  

    There are many assaults on me such as  I am a “Great Joker who can outperform any cirque mondiale contortionist entertainer” etc but I ignore them as blabbering of an unsteady mind .
    I am not unused to his verbal assaults. But, when I came to your gates with New year wish and a picture of  Brahdeeswarar, when all of you raised from your seat and prayed. ‘Hara, Hara, Mahadeva ‘  he insulted Him by abusing me.
    The Brahadeeswarar will pardon the one who ignored Him. He is “kripasamudram, sumukham,thrinaetram “
    any way my New Year Day was spent in three flights and four air stations, happily as usual. 
    Love and regards,
    sperinkulam
    from Ocala,Florida
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    A blessed soul, on our behalf, is pouring sanctified milk on the Mahalingam of the Mahadevar at the great Brihadeeswara Temple. Amazing isn’t it ? Pouring milk  and water on a head which carries the sacred Ganga !Let that milk falling down from the Mahadevar and Maheswari’s  head and body which sanctifies ‘the aapathala nabhasthaladi bhuvanam’ enrich your soul, invigorate your body!Another year is at our threshold. Let us receive her with open hands; we are known for welcoming our guests with ‘ arkhya pushpadi’ respects. This guest will soon become a part of our family soon and we will learn to live with her. Let her be friendly to us. Let we too enjoy her company. Let her association become pleasantly memorable.WELCOME 2012.HAPPY NEW OUR TO YOU, YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS.Sivasubramaninan from Vancouver
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    Comments:

    Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 03:34:53 -0800
    From: s_narayanaswamy@yahoo.com
    Subject: Re: [Iyer123] Welcome 2012 — with a sting
    To: iyer123@yahoogroups.com; pattars@yahoogroups.com; usbrahmins@yahoogroups.com; thatha_patty@yahoogroups.com; 4brahmins@yahoogroups.com; sivaratna@hotmail.com

    Dear fellow-Iyers, fellow-Braahmanas and fellow-Pattars
    Sure   “Let we too enjoy her company.”
    In fact enjoy also the august company of him, who grandly sneers at a disembodied “blessed soul”  —  not a highly-qualified and pious Sivaachaariar, not a living human priest named kurukkal, learned in the Vedas and in the prayogams applicable to temple rites  — “pouring sanctified milk on the Mahalingam of the Mahadevar at the great Brihadeeswara Temple. Pouring milk  and water on a head which carries the sacred Ganga !” (What sheer eloquence!)
    And “let we” enjoy the company (and the new-era preaching, screeching, and teaching) of him to whom — Nothing is sacred.  Nothing is beyond being besmirched, being ridiculed in public.  Nothing is so ludicrous as the sight, the temerity and the stupidity, of other Hindus worshipping their time-worn and eroded gods once held in high esteem in a vanished age.
    “Let we” look forward to a good beginning, to an even better Gregorian/Christian/English year —   for mud-slinging at, and sarcasm against, Hindu gods and their devotees;   for elevating the towering  Nagna Mahavir as equal to, if not superior to, the consecrated deities at Greater Baltimore Temple, in particular the recipient (same shape, same deity as the one at Brihadeesvara Temple in Thanjavur)  of the much-trumpeted Rudrabhishegam to the avathaaram of Maruthi Aanjaneeyaswamy Hanuman, he of the Supreme Chalisa whose greatness supersedes all our four Vedams.
    “Let we” wait and enjoy more antics from this Great Joker who can outperform any cirque mondiale contortionist entertainer.And let us lesser souls meanwhile wait piously, patiently, perfectly calmly,  for 13th April 2012,  Nandhana Samvatsaram,  Uththaraayanam,  Varsha Ruthu, Mesha Maasyam,  Krishna Paksham,  Ashtami Thithi,  Brugu Vaasaram, Pooraashaada Nakshathram  —  to welcome the “real” new year, along with all other Brahmanas and Hindus of every persuasion.S Narayanaswamy Iyer
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  • Pitchumani and his non vadama wife – Chapter 09

    ‘There is apparently a force in the Universe working towards order than disorder’Seshumama’s speech became confused, his face, left arm and leg got twisted.I knew that he had a paralytic stroke and in such cases, timely intervention and medical treatment are absolutely essential.
    When I started the vehicle, to take him to the hospital, one “Ottappattar” (single brahmin) came from the opposite direction and though I do not believe generally in ‘sakunam’, I waited for a few minutes, went inside the house, drank a cup of water and then only started my car. I sincerely prayed that the guy who came from the opposite direction was not a brahmin but a chettiar or of any other poonal wearing caste !” stroke is a ‘brain attack’ that happens in the brain rather than in the heart”, explained,Dr.Rao.”Every minute lost, from the onset of symptoms to the emergency contact, cuts into the limited window opportunity for intervention. Longer the delay in getting the medical treatment, the more damage a stroke can do and the chances of recovery are less.”Dr.Rao admitted Seshumama in his own ward and said,” You did a good job in bringing him here in time. He will be under my direct supervision, though another expert will treat him.You all can go home and relax. The hospital will take care of his food and medicine requirement”None of us went back and in fact everyone came from home and also some friends, hearing the news.
    I know that Dr Rao doesn’t like a crowd in wards. So, we all came out and after sending others home, I stayed back, seeing Vishnu Namboodiri, clad, as usual, in his ‘kasavu double’ and ‘melmundu’ and sitting under the tree, chewing pan, completely relaxed and smiling. Well built, fair skinned, pleasant mannered and jovial, Namboodiripad is, in looks and character, opposite to the dark and dry like a stick, ill mannered and irritating, Chamianna. Namboodiri has nothing to claim as his own, no house, no source of regular income, no family, except music and melody and love and goodness flowering in his heart; He spends every moment of his life, singing Sanskrit slokas and Malayalam poetry and katahkali songs, when he doesn’t chew betel leaves, which of course, he does every alternate hour.
    “Periase, varu, onnu murukkam” (come, let us have chew of betel leaves). Vishnu invited me . I am not a regular pan chewer, but to do that along with my friends is a pleasure, inherited from my father. For my father, it was a celebration as well as a tonic to remove the stress and strain and also a constant companion. It was a pleasure to watch him slowly opening his silver casket, removing the top and bottom parts of the leaves, cleaning them by a gentle rub on hands and applying the calcium paste, slowly and leisurely as if the very purpose of taking birth in this world was to enjoy eating betel leaves.
    Whenever there was a kathakali program around Palakkad, Krishnavadyar used to come all the way from Perinkulam, and as a child, I remember accompanying them to watch the shows.  Both of them used to sit in the front row with their ‘chellappetty’ and enjoy the dance and songs as well as eating betel leaves, through out the night. How content and happy they were, with these small pleasures, I used to think often, when, at later days,  I used to spent sleepless nights , due to some worry or other, real or imaginary, even after obtaining, fortunately, almost everything I asked for, from life.

    ‎”Look at that coconut tree’, Namboodiri said,”every part of it, the stem, the leaves, the seeds, even the outer shell of the seed are useful to us. When they die, apart from their flesh, the animals leave, their horns, claws,and skin, for our use and birds, their feathers. Only man, leaves nothing useful, when he quits the world”
    .
    “Be thankful to the Creator for that, Vishnu”, I said, ” Otherwise, we would not be talking like this, enjoying betel leaves; Someone would have killed us and taken away our skin or bones or nails or teeth.”
    ” Who was that madama, foreign girl, I saw, along with Seshumama’s family? Vishnu inquired about Liz .When I explained to him her background and that she was to marry mama’s son, Vishnu said,”Earth is but a small pebble on the beach when compared to the size of the known universe; the known universe again,a small grain of sand, when compared to the unknown one. We go on making compartments and compartments, within that small place, close all the windows and doors and struggle for pure air.””Are you looking for your antharjanam ( his deceased wife), among the stars,Vishnu ?”‘”Why should I look up, when she is within me and not a single moment passes without her touch,without her smile,without her laugh, within me.Death is not the end of life; but a part of it.If you still wants to believe that she has left me”, he continued with a smile,
    “yes, she got down at Coimbatore and I will be getting down at Erode or Salem. Ithoru theevandi yathrayado,Periyase !”(life is nothing but a train journey)
    He got up, put his melmundu on his shoulders and closing eyes enjoyed the Viswaroopam of the Lord,”Anekabahoodara vakthra nethram—” kings and slaves, humans,animals and birds, sun , moon stars and sky, everything living and non living,seen and unseen, heard and unheard, rushing towards that huge mouth,in terrible speed.
    “What a magnificent woman  Leelavathi was?”, I thought while walking towards the car along with Vishnu, “And she was his only asset, and when she was taken away, Vishnu became not living, though alive, a walking corpse . He could, however, manage to hide agony by wrapping it with with his loud laughter and infectious smile.
    Seshumama was brought home after a week and Liz wanted me and Meera to join Seshu family for dinner that night. Dr.Rao with family also was invited.
    ” I have made all arrangements for the wedding of Ravi with Lakshmi. Give me the matter for printing the invitation card and arrange for your purohit”, Dr.Rao said. “The wedding will be performed strictly according to your customs and there will be no interference from our side”
    ‘Won’t it be better to perform Pitchumani’s wedding also on the same muhoortham?”,I asked, “because there are hardly ten days left for their return to U.S.A”
    “Ya, Pitch’s wedding also can be performed the same day,” said Liz,” but not with me. My short stay in this house changed my thinking, my vision and attitude towards family life. I have decided that I will not stand in between Pitchu and his parents as, all said and done, there is bound to be a vaccuum between me and the elderly couple who speak different language and are used to a different type of living. I will not be able to cook what they like when they come to US and I will not even be able to share their feelings. Pitchu was not born in wilderness as a cactus in a desert; he was raised in a garden. I never realised before coming here that the family bondage could have such an influence on an individual. l love Pitchu now, more than any time before.  We had discussed this issue in detail and Pitch agreed to accept my decision reluctantly.
    I have found a girl for Pitch in Meera, whom I feel will be an ideal partner for him. Dr.Rao has already spoken to Meera’s parents and they are willing for this alliance provided Meera agrees for this proposal.. I think Ravi already had a talk with Meera yesterday and her response is positive. Athai is happy about this alliance and she has agreed to obtain the permission from Pitch’s parents.  I am sure that Perias  too will have no objection.
    “I have now a second home in Hyderabad and have found my parents in mama and mami. I will come here every year, for Mother’s Day”
    ”Mera thamaak karabh kardiya, thum” I told Meera and hugged her.
    While going to bed, I remembered what novelist R.K. Lashmanan, said while concluding his short story ‘ My old home’.
    ” Hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said to not exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually, the earth had no roads to begin with, but when men pass one way, a road is made”
    Weather we walk through the roads already made or make new roads, let us not claim them as our own.
    ‘There is apparently a force in the Universe working towards order than disorder”, my father used to say, “call it by any name you like’
     Bon voyage Liz and happy wedding to the other youngsters !
    Concluded.
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    Comments:
    Hi Siva,
    It is very sad that the saga of Pitchumani has to come to an end

    really enjoyed this
    I am in a vacation in London with my wife to be with my son and DIL
    It kept me going
    Thank you
    regards
    ramani krishnan

    Thanks for being with me to hear this story patiently.
    Love and regards,
    sperinkulam
    from Vaancouver
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    Comments:

    Respected Sivasubramanian ji,
    I used to read your mails and this Pitchumani story is very nice.  I appreciate your way of writting.  May God bless you as well as the couples you
    have mentioned i.e. Ravi & Lakshmi and Pitchu & Meera.
    With kind regards,
    M.N. Mani Iyer
    Bangalore.

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