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  • AMMALU IS ALWAYS RIGHT –

    The dawn broke over the hills auspiciously on the day I left for US.  Ammalu’s   prayer before  hitting her bed  the previous night, was not in vain. ‘Nalekku kannai thorkkarathe nallatu kananame, Krishna!” –“Only auspicious things should I see when I open eyes, tomorrow”.
    When I opened the front door to welcome the heavenly glory slowly emerging from behind the eastern hill,  Ammini amma, my former colleague and wife of my friend Gopalan Nair, staying in the opposite house, was waiting at the front gate with a bucket- full of water and a broomstick.  With wide-opened eyes I looked at her wondering  why she should  clean our frontage and before I could ask for the clarification, she started sweeping and cleaning,  turning her back at  me. Instantly,  from nowhere, Saniyan (that was the name given by Ammalu to my neighbor’s pet dog; actual name Sawny), came running wagging its tail, made a right turn, rested its huge body on the gate, lifted a leg and standing authoritatively  showing its  back towards me, emptied its bowl  exactly on the black granite slab laid for the purpose of drawing the kolam.
    Ammalu, wiping her eyes came out of the bed room and was shocked at the awry sight in front of the house.
    ‘Krishna!’ she lamented to her God, “did you wake me up to see the back of Ammani  and saniayan, early in the morning?”
    “What is there for you to see?” she directed her anger towards me,” Why don’t you get inside and attend to your routine?”
    Gopalan Nair retired as a professor. The movies showing  American professors entering the campus with an umbrella in their hand prompted Nair to carry one with him, even while going for a morning walk. The stick is  a necessity for him as a support but his entry into our house, holding an umbrella and stick, early morning, annoyed Ammalu.
    “Kodai, vadi, choolu-ini ethavathu bakki irukko-umbrella, stick, broomstick( all inauspicious objects) anything  left?”  Ammalu’s  anger was  understandable.
    “Ammiarea, kappi ready ayo-is coffee ready?’” I could hear Nair’s  inquiry and Ammalu also would have heard it. Otherwise she would not have replied in a low voice, ‘Kappi on mottai thalele kottaren- I want to pour coffee on your bald head”
    ‘Ammalu, one cup for me too” demanded Ammini who joined us, with another bucket of water and broom stick, as the dog’s menace could not be wiped off with one bucket of water .
    “Nee enthikkidi Ammini. Chumma chumma choolem morathem thookikindu kalam karthale ullevarai?”
    So early in the morning why do you come so often with inauspicious broomstick ? “ Enquired Ammalu, in a pathetic voice .
    ‘So what Ammalu?’ I admonished her, ‘you still believe in such stupid things? As a good neighbor and friend she wants to help you as the maid servant has taken off today”
    ‘Mannan katta-rubbish” her husband came out with the truth. ‘Ammini wants to give you some materials to be handed over to her daughters in US. She is preparing the ground for that”
    ‘She has already done so” I interjected  pointing my finger to the corner where baggage was arranged, “that black suit case is full of her things”
    Nair wanted to say something but paused as the panthalu from the temple was entering with a broken coconut and some flowers. ‘Meeru America veluthunaru katha, prasadam theeskkondi” . I requested him to keep the prasadam in the pooja room .
    ‘Oru ottappattarum vandaya?’ -And you, a single Brahmin too  arrived to complete the list of  inauspicious things?).
    Panthalu would not have understood a word of Ammalu’s contempt.
    But I understood clearly that Ammalu had a point when Nair explained why Ammini was showing unusual interest in the cleanliness of our frontage.
    “Sami, this woman is mad!” That is OK. All husbands say that. But what he said subsequently was not  OK.
    “She wants to send through you, three  portable granite grinders with pestles to be delivered to our daughters in America. Those are for powdering chukku, dried ginger, for preparing chukka vellam, medicated hot water for drinking”.
    Sakunam (signs and signals)  is showing its teeth well in advance!
    Ammalu is always right.
  • Bury the blunders of the past

    “Innale chaithorabaddam, lokark-
    kinnathe aacharamakam
    Nalathe saastrmathakam
    Atil moolaika sammada, Rajan!”

    (Maha Kavi Kumaran Asan)
    Oh, King! Yesterday’s mistake can become today’s practice and tomorrow’s sastram.(Therefore), do not say,’yes’.
    No one will go near a widow today to tonsure her  or break her glass bangles and will not dare to do that in future also. We have come long way from those medieval madness  and inhuman intimidation of innocent women.
    Women in our society were venerated as visual goddesses and no worship was complete without the wife standing behind the husband. Their opinion was sought on all major issues and in many cases their words were final.
    The Indian house- wife was  a synonym for sincerity, selfishness and sacrifice. Let us talk about that and teach our children to learn from them.
    And bury the blunders of the past.

  • The Winter Winds from the West — Chapter 04

    Thripundram, Thiruman, Tattoo and a fancy hand bag?

    After paying a silent homage to the departed soul of the ‘King  of pop’, Michael Jackson, one of the most influential entertainers of all times, right before the house of his last stay in Hollywood,  we moved on to the Hollywood walk of Fame, a side walk along the Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street. It serves as an entertainment museum, embedded with more than 2,000 five-pointed stars featuring the names of not only human celebrities but also fictional characters honored by the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce for their contributions to the entertainment industry. Street- shows mimicking the popular artists, display of various physical skills. enchanting parades of fictional characters and showcasing the latest trend in the fashion industry are some of the attractions on the street. You can have a photograph with  dummies of your historic heroes or a warm hug with your favorite cine star- for a price, of course.

    The concrete blocks set in the front of the  Grauman’s Chinese Theater, which bear the signatures, autographs, footprints, and hand-prints of nearly 200 popular motion picture celebrities from the 1920s to the present day, are another attraction.This theater is an important land mark, opened in 1927 with the premiere of Cecil B, DeMille’s film The king of Kings and a venue for some Oscar award ceremonies and several prestigious parties.

    I am not aware of any place in India,, where foot prints of celebrities are preserved though there are several holy places like, Gaya, Badarinath and Rameswaram  where the Hindus worship imprints on rock etc, believed to be the foot prints of the Gods.

    I see around a large number of women proudly projecting the tattoos on their body and that sight brings to my mind the three black dots on the chin of a village girl which added abnormal beauty to her well-chiseled face. There was a black dot on her Adam’s apple too and it was exactly below the dots on her chin giving an impression that it has just dropped, after a quarrel with the others in her chin.

    “Kathukuthy thakkai pottu kuriparppen, ammea!
    Kuriparppen ammea!
    Kanthasami vandhu undhan kurai theerppan”

    That is Rakkamma, a dark skinned damsel, sitting on the ‘thinnai or raised platform in front of my house, whom, as a child, I used to watch with admiration and  enjoy her melodious songs. A bundle of colors, wrapped in a red and yellow cotton sari, long hands adorned almost up to half the length with multicolor glass bangles, the humble and humorous villager used to visit us often, carrying a friendly though caged parakeet in her basket and a magic wand. She was many things- in -one. A palmist to alleviate the anxiety on any front, a mid -wife to help the pregnant women when they needed most the help of another woman and a baby sitter when the mothers have to go to the river for a bath and a money lender for my father when he falls short of cash to pay the wages of his employees.

    I do observe keenly( from a safe distance of course),the mailanchi/marudani/hanna paste, applied artistically on the hands and feet of girls and young women  during wedding and other auspicious occasions and appreciate the intricate designs of the cosmetic coloring, but on many such occasions, the three  simple dark spots on the chin of Rakkamma, used to pop up in my mind.

    Here in Hollywood as well as in several other cities, women, project  the elevation, depression or even level of their body, by painting, some delicately but others elaborately and by trimming their apparels at the required level at the required places so as to obtain the maximum effect of the art work. Even men project their well developed muscles with paintings of cobra,scorpion, wild animals, birds and several other designs, an effort to show-case their masculine power, I am told.Those with impoverished muscles like mine, paint their bald head or neck. My head (exterior!) is enriched; so I do not have that option too.

    Tattooing has been an age old method used for various purposes, in several countries- For branding and identification, as a mark of status, rank,decoration for bravery, sexual lure and mark of fertility.Some believed that it helped to ward of ill effects and some had religious significance for that. Slaves and convicts and outcasts were identified by these marks and so were the cattle stock.

    The art of tattooing is gaining importance as a powerful tool for attracting the opposite sex, in western countries.

    Ammalu, however, dislikes  the extravagant display of designs on the body and call it  derogatory-‘maha avalam!’

    Looking at the big, round red colour dot on her forehead, I ask her in a slow voice.

    ” Don’t I lavishly paint white lines on my forehead, chest, hands and some time on my big belly too? Don’t we anoint the idols of our Gods with sacred pastes vertically or horizontally.  Even the stamping of Sanku-chakra mudras on shoulders is tattooing. You are free to express your dislike but  don’t condemn  the artistic designs as ‘maha avalam”

    “What a lovely piece!” She points her finger to a hand bag displayed on a show window, without answering me but looking at another direction.

    “That is maha avalam”  I tell her and I have a reason for that. Buying a fancy hand bag from a shop in Hollywood! Am I crazy?

    Siva,
    Baltimore,
    Jan 20, 2010

  • The Body and the Soul

    As posted to the 4 Brahmins Yahoo Group.
    Friends,
    Sri.Sri. Muralidhara Swamiji’s upadesams are always in such a simple language that even a lay man like me with  no basic knowledge in Vedas or vedantham, can understand what he says.
    However, I am not able to follow the the below mentioned message quoted from the learned Swamiji’s talk:

    What happens to the soul after it is departed from the body?
    Sri Sri Muralidhara Swamiji:
    “If someone commits suicide to escape trifle worldly issues, it is indeed pitiable and deplorable. This is because the soul undergoes unbearable pain until their ‘karma’ on earth comes to an end.
    Such a soul roams around and tries to catch other weak people and trouble them. Those people who practice black magic deploy these roaming spirits for their mundane and sinister needs. Exactly the same thing happens, if someone dies in an accident or account of murder etc. I have witnessed this myself”.

    Are there still black magic practitioners in this country who deploy the roaming spirits and if so why are we not taking any action to stop such crime? If some one dies in an accident or murder for no fault of him why should his soul suffer? Or is it due to his past karma-in which case none can do anything-he has to suffer. Why make a hue and cry about and it and why the police , why the courts of justice?
    As  a child I have heard several kuttichathan stories and mantravadam in Kerala but neither in Hyderabad where I have lived for a long time nor in the west where I live now, none talks of such happenings. Even in Kerala, the place I used to visit often, none tells me about such practices. But if black magic or satanic tricks are really in vogue anywhere, we should be alert and we should act.
    And the Poojya Swamiji says that “I have witnessed myself”. As a curious learner I would like to be enlightened on this aspect. What is that he has witnessed? Has any one else in this forum had such an experience?
    This note is a product of my ignorance and I assure you that it is NOT due to my arrogance .
    I request the moderator and understand this and allow me to have the benefit of my doubt cleared.
    After all, as I understand, this forum is for improving our spiritual knowledge too.
    Love and regards,
    Siva

  • Result of love marriage

    Posted by AVMV on the 4Brahmins Yahoo groups

    Dear Cheenu and all friends,

    Keeping in tune with our Cheenu’s light-hearted (yet profound) picturesque observation on ‘Kalarppu Kalyaanam’ (emphasis being on ‘Kalarppu’ and ‘progeny’) of the  ‘progenitors’ thereof, I wish to share a limerick (tongue-in-cheek verse for some!!…short, irreverent, often bawdy verses…for many) with oblique reference to natural ‘Laws’. The word “law” could also be applied to statements of observed fact of a rather different kind; for example, as a handy expression to sum up a general tendency, in cases where a given effect usually, though not
    necessarily, follows a given cause. Thus the **Mendelian “law” of inheritance expresses the observed fact that the mating of, for example,  black with white will—-taking it by and large—-produce black, white and mulatto offspring in a certain numerical proportion. (Mendel was very good in Maths).

    The Limerick??
    There was a young lady of Starky,  Who had an affair with a darkie.  The results of their sins  were quadruplets, not twins,  One black, one white, and two khaki.
    A Bonus Limerick:
    There was a young lady named Bright,  Whose speed was much faster than light. She set off one day In a relative way,  And returned the previous night.
    Finally, to me Smt. Shanthi Subra’s rejoinder appeared to be more of a caustic remark on ‘MK’ than eulogizing him on his unsolicited advice on ‘kalarppu kalyaanam’.
    Warm rgds
    AVM~V
    20-01-10
    **PS:
    The foundations of the modern science of genetics were laid by Gregor Mendel, an Austrian Monk, who carried out experiments on the inheritance of characters between generations. Mendel worked on inheritance in sweet-peas, and selected characters that bred true; that is, the characters did not blend into one another in the next generation. Characters chosen for study by Mendel included flower colour (such as red versus white), plant height (tall versus dwarf), seed coat (smooth-coated seeds verses wrinkled seeds), pod length (long pods versus short pods), and so on. Mendal eventually formulated the three laws of genetics, known today as the Mendelian laws of inheritance. These are the law of Segregation, the law of Independent Assortment,  and the law of Dominance. Mendel’s work went unnoticed for nearly two decades after his death in 1887, but was eventually recognized widely by the scientific
    community.
    Sarvasya cha Aham hrudi samnivishta:
    (‘I’ am installed in the hearts of everyone)
    –(Gita 15.15)

  • The Winter Winds from the West — Chapter 03

    The thin veil has vanished.
    There has been continuous snowing since last night; glistening thin white pellets are still dropping. The sun, in the distant horizon,  is slowly raising his head , veiled by a thin layer of muslin cloth- like mist  , to watch the lavishly spread  luminous white marble chips spread all over on the earth’s surface and on the top of the slopping house tops.. As if to compensate the loss of colorful leaves during autumn, the nature has decorated the sad, silent and moaning dry trees with shining white snow petals in abundance which hang like pendants of pearl from the branches.
    I am sitting close to the window in my study here, gazing at the unbelievably amazing extravaganza of nature, which will not be opened before you every day, even during the winter season here.
    When nature gives, it gives in abundance.
    P.K. comes in along with his wife, touch my feet as a mark of respect, while bidding farewell. I hate anyone  falling at my feet but accept the salutation of these youngsters, unwilling to offend their sentiments.
    “ Thanks, mama, for those consoling words and that warm hug” said P.K. while I hugged him again close to my chest..He continued,” for a moment I thought it was my departed father who had followed me from the temple and accepted me on his hairy chest”
    Sri.P.Krishnamoorthy, my son’s friend came to Baltimore yesterday  to perform his father’s  sraadham, annual ceremony for the departed souls, in the Greater Baltimore temple, not far from our house. Availing permission to be absent from his work, with much difficulty and driving over 100 miles, he comes twice an year to perform the annual ceremony of his parents and a spends a night here with my son recalling their school days.
    P.K. came to America over ten years ago to earn his living, as he failed to get a suitable job matching his qualification in India and also wanted to study further. By sheer hard work, he prospered in this country and unlike many other youngsters, saved enough money to assure a comfortable life to his parents back home , educated  his siblings, performed  the wedding of his sisters and gave a fitting farewell to his parents who closed their eyes with the satisfaction  that the offspring left behind them in this world was an asset indeed.
    The old couple’s only unrealized  wish was that they could not visit the country of settlement of their son  and smell the  soil in which their grand children were born.
    “Call me there every year for the annual ceremony. I will cross the seas, flying over the clouds, happily”  His father, from his death bed, had told Kittu  with full hope that his beloved son would offer him sesame  seeds and water, after his departure from this world.
    . “Nanum avar koode varenda, Kittu” –I too will come there along with him-His mother too said. Their last wish suited Kittu as well.  It will be practically impossible for him to visit India twice an year, to perform the annual ceremony of his parents, considering   his busy work  schedule,  wife ‘s job, children’s education and several other factors.
    I accompanied him yesterday to the temple and the pandit , wearing crystal clear pancha and equally pleasant  smile, conducted  the ceremony strictly according to the vedic sanction. It was a solemn occasion with no intermittent cell phone sound or distracting talks or bargaining for the fees, though the priest’s  pronunciation of mantras  was slightly different from the vaadyars from the south. There was also some minor variations in the procedure, for example,   archana or floral tribute along with arkhyam ( offering of water) for the departed souls , devathas (divinities), Rishies (Saints)  and  great aacharyas (teachers) like  Bheeshma, Anjaneya etc  was performed with great dedication.
    Kitto  and  his wife were completely satisfied and sincerely believed that his father’s soul would have crossed the  oceans and accepted the beloved son’s offering of fruits, vegetables and cereals, comfortably seated on  darbha grass neatly spread on the bamboo mat placed over an absolute clean floor surface.
    Their happiness, unfortunately was short- lived. When we returned home for food , Kittu, unexpectedly saw the  print- out of  some of the posts from our forum’s website, which I had placed in a tray on the computer table for studying .  Those were related to the commentary on Bagavatham, a Hindu scripture, by a well  known vedic exponent.
    One of the extracts said:
    “Do not perform sraadha in foreign countries and call the pitrus there! When you do avahanam of the Pitrus in the kurcham, they actually come there”
    (Explanation:  In the annual ceremony, the departed soul is invited to be seated on a spread of darbha grass and the belief is atman (soul or spirit) does respond to the call and accept the offer of clothes and food in the form of water, sesame seeds, fruits, vegetables etc. In a more elaborate form of annual worship, the offer is made through the tongues of the holy fire generated for the purpose,accompanied by appropriate mantras.
    According to the exponent, the Bagavatham do not sanction the invitation of pitrus or departed souls to foreign countries.)
    The second  one was the learned Veda exponent’s reaction to a query :
    “Oru payyanukku, avan thayyarukku karmam pannarathei vida verey periyya velai enna irukku ?  Appadi leave kedakkaleinna, velayei vittu vittu varattum.  Intha velei pocchunna innoru velai kedeikkamala irukka  pokarathu ?”
    (Explanation: For a son, what other activity can be more important then performing the ceremony of his mother? He should resign the job if permission to absent from the work is not granted. After all, he should be able to get another job)
    Kittu went through the comments, remained silent for a while, lifted his head and with tears rolling down his cheek, asked me, “did I commit a sin by inviting my father to cross the sea and  come over here to accept my offerings?. Intha velai pona (if I lose this job ), won’t my family be in the street mama?” I patted his back to console him.
    ”Please answer my query, mama!” he pleaded again,” did I commit a sin by inviting my father to cross the sea and come over here to accept my offerings?”
    “No my son” I consoled the youngster, hugging him close to my chest, “ Your father would have come even to the Sahara desert to respond your sincere invitation. The scriptural sanctions seize to act beyond the border of life. And remember, the sanction of your own conscious, clear and pure as the snow around here, supersedes any dictates, from the present or past, human or divine.”
    I watched silently while that obedient and worthy son was moving along with his wife towards his Mercedes-Benz.
    In the distant sky the sun shone  brighter. The thin veil  has vanished.
    Love and regards,
    Siva
    Baltimore
    Jan 08 2010

  • The blunder of Bheeshma and Janaka?

    There has been an exchange of thoughts,  on astrological predication which kindles my interest in knowing more about this science or art or ignorable irrelevance or whatever you call it..
    Two astrologers never agree; so, where is the lacuna? Lack of clarity of the basics or lack of prudence in calculation ? How old is this subject? Has the Vedas mention about it? Puranas did not seem to have worried much about it. Had it been so, The wise king Janka would have chosen a husband for Sita as per the astrologer’s suggestion and perhaps saved her from the mental agony she had undergone in her married life. Even the all-knowing Sri.Krishna did not think of the planets when he grabbed Rukmini’s hands in a temple and rode to his palace. In fact, in the olden days,  brides from the royal family were given the privilege of selecting husbands of their choice.Even gaandharvaa type of weddings -meet and marry-was allowed. Bheeshma did not consult an astrologer before forcefully taking away three royal sisters to Hasthinapur-( how I wish he had!). So, when did the astrologer enter into our society and prevented the eligible couple coming together in wed lock, threatening the curse of some planets which roam in the sky?
    But one thing is sure; not only in India, but elsewhere too, astrology was in practice during the earlier days and a lot of thoughts have gone into that matter and a lot of debates and discussions have taken place. But for me, Sri. Purandaradas is the guide:
    ‘”
    Saklagraha bhala Neene Sarasijakasha!
    Nikhila vyapak Neene Viswaraksha!
    Ravi, Chandra, Budah, Neene, Rahu kethu Neene
    Kavi,Guru, Saniyu, Mangalanu Neene,
    Dhivasa varavu Neene, Navavidhananu Nneene.
    Bhavrogha hara namma Beshajanu Neene.
    Paksha, masavu Neene, parvakaalavu Neene,
    Nakshathrkeeyike karanavu Neene.
    Akshaya drowpathiya mankathava Neene
    Pakshivaahana deenarakshakanu Neene
    Rithukaalavu Neenu,vrathadhinankalu Neene,
    Krathavu snanavu, sandhya gathiyu Neene.
    Ithilhi nannodaya Purandhara Vitalaa!
    Sthuikea silukatha Mahathmanu Neene
    Sakala graha——–”
    And no regrets. In fact I am benefited. As per the three astrologers whom my people consulted, I would have died thrice and had I believed in their predication, I would have died two years earlier to the first date, just out of fear!
    But you may discuss. Let some useful information come out.
    Love,
    Siva,
    Baltimore

  • Twin swords of Hindus

    From: V Muralidharan

    To: 4 Brahmins and USBramins Yahoo Groups

    This is to all Hindus:
    Recently I heard some people criticising Aiyappa Bhaktas and Bangaru Adigalar devotees. They were telling that it has become the fashion for every one to take a van or bus and go to these temples etc; These are dirty low cost people etc.

    But actually these two groups are serving a great purpose which all the Hindu saints and RSS and VHP and BJP etc could not achieve! They have most effectively brought the christian/muslim conversion activities to a grinding halt, wherever they are there.
    The aiyappas are spread over all castes and is a massive movement of Bhakti. The Melmaruvattur Adi Parashakti movement is well rooted among Backward classes and schedule castes. Both these groups will have to wear a mala, special clothing and do fastings and pujas for about 48 days after taking bath every day. They do it with such intense devotion without any daily sermons. They do not drink or smoke or eat non-veg items in those days. They also avoid sex. (there may be a few cases of violaters of the codes, which can be ignored).

    They spend their own savings and make a trip to Sabari mala or Melmaruvattoor. On the way they visit hundreds of temples and there is an atmosphere of sanctity all through. Many daily drinkers have given up the habit after a visit to these places.
    Every slum is now having a small Adi Parashakti shrine and every locality a Aiyyappa centre. The christiam missionaries are helpless in these areas. They are not able to do anything with their money inducements.
    These Bhaktas are the twin swords of Hidus against conversion activities.
    All Hindus should realise the importance of such mass movements in social transformation and in protecting our culture and civilisation.

    Regards,
    V.Muralidharan.

  • The Winter Winds from the West — Chapter 02

    My real problem.
    The winter winds are seeping through my skin like silk worms crawling up on a dry branch. Like a thorthumundu (white bath towel) dipped in the Kalpathy river water and spread for drying on a rock on its bank, a silver cloud is hugging the huge palm tree in the back yard ; Like the tears of a hapless woman, droplets of water drip silently from it towards the earth.
    I am awake lying on a soft cotton mattress surrounded by soft cotton pillows pushing my torso deep inside a velvety blanket, enjoying the lavishness of the lush green grass bed bordered by oaks and palm trees, seen through the adjoining window. There is absolute silence in and around and I can hear the beats of my heart.I am certain that I am awake but then how do I clearly see the slim silhouette of my Ratnam approaching from the grove of pines! Now she extends her slender hand through the window and prompts me to go out. But how do I get out of this mess of cables and books and dvds and decorative pieces spread all over my bed room ? I now realize that even if manage to exit, I have no wings and I well not be able to fly along with her.
    “‘Shall I call Aparna?” She is vocal when she is silent and I can follow the words which
    never comes out of her mouth.
    ‘No” I tell her . My words float in the air and echoes back into my room.”Let the poor thing enjoy her X mas holidays”
    “‘But You longed me to call her name at least once, before.”
    Yes, I did and this is what happened.
    A couple of weeks after my daughter Aparna was born, her mother had to undergo a minor surgery to remove the puss formation on her chest. While recovering from the influence of the sedative, lying on a table in the hospital,she half-opened her eyes and muttered, ‘Aparna”. I was pained and jealous that this woman for whom I have given everything and am prepared to sacrifice even my life, remembers even in her sub conscious mind only the name of her daughter born just a few days ago and not mine!
    Later, when I mentioned about this incident to her, she smiled and wiped her moist eyes.
    Years rolled by. Aparna was admitted in a maternity home and I was waiting anxiously outside, pacing the long corridor, praying silently for her safe delivery . Unable to bear her cries calling her mother, I begged,prayed and pleaded to my wife to call her name once, just once ,so that my dear little one will forget her pain.
    I begged, prayed and pleaded, but she did not call her daughter’s name,even once..
    Or could it be that she did call but the gigantic clouds in between did not allow the call to pass through?
    Despite their high position, they were perhaps, as jealous as I were in the recovery room of a surgery theater,long ago.
    ‘Sadyotham prapadhyami’ mantram accompanied by the metallic sound of the pooja bell gush through and I open my eyes and wonder how could I hear my own voice emanating from a land far, far away from Ocala, where I lie down on a silky mattress adjoining a window opening to a lush green lawn?
    It takes some time for me to realise that sleep was a reality and my thoughts were unreal.
    This has been always my problem- To distinguish the real from the unreal.
    Love and regards,
    Siva
    Ocala
    Dec 21  2009

  • The Winter Winds from the West — Chapter 01

    The tail saved me.

    When I came out of the JFK airport on 16th. morning, the weather was harsh but the warmth of the hugs by the tiny tots, Ananya and Nikhil, my grand children and son Sharath and Meghana,my DIL, who received me at the exit gate a few minutes earlier,sustained me for sometime. Enjoying the laddu which I placed in her mouth and dazzling with my birth day presentation of a black and white stone- studded necklace ,Meghu splashed an affectionate command to her hubby to take us to Sri.Mahavallabha Ganapathy temple, a 30 minutes drive from JFK airport, situated in Flushing , New York. My fourth visit to America,which might become my second home now on, thus commenced on an auspicious note.

    Like many other temples I had visited earlier in US, this temple too is maintained absolutely clean and the idols are artistically decorated and poojas sincerely performed. A big Vinayaka idol, glittering with gold ornaments and multicolouor garments blesses you from the center stage and attracted by his golden tusks,one broken, I sang:

    “Okka panti pottivada— -,Neekkune

    vandhanmu cheseadahanura” .

    Equally attractive are the other idols – the Shiva lingam,Vallidevasen a sametha Subrahmania Swamy, Venkiteswara Parvathy,Mahalakshm iand other devathas and Navagrahaas. This temple which was started in a small frame house over some 30 years ago, has now a wedding hall, auditorium, Ganesha patasala, canteen & staff quarters and above all a long corridor leading to the main temple, with granite statues on both sides, elegantly placed.The temple offers a wide range of services like Abhishekam, Annaprasanam, Ganapathi Homam, Namakaranam, Satyanarayana Pooja, Upanayanam, Vehicle Pooja, Weddings and so on. After enjoying the excellant south Inidan snacks from the temple canteen, we drove back to JFK airport and I flew to Tampa, to live with my daughter in Ocala, Florida,where the weather is more favourable.

    Unlike New York, where the weather was harsh, the tolerably cool wind in Florida reminded me the ‘maram koctunnamanju’ climate in Kerala during peak winter some thirty, forty years ago.


    The climate has always been Florida’s most important natural resources, which is reflected in its official nickname, the “Sunshine State, with pleasant warm winters with periodic invasion of cold air and humid summers .Many from other states migrate to this place for holiday and retirement.

    There was instant moon rise on my grand daughter Divyaa’s face the moment she saw me and Raaghuv,elder to her hardly by an year, rushed inside to pick up an instant artificial tail for me and commanded to jump along with him form the sofa. Looking pathetically at my arthritic knee joints and at his little anxious face alternately, I recalled a few lines from my own poem which I composed for my grandson Nikhil’s first birthday in August 2008..

    “Thatha falls when Nikhil pulls

    Nikhil laughs when thatha falls

    And thatha calls for nikhils’s hand

    They roll and roll and laugh and laugh.

    Fall is fun, for the little one;

    And he bounces like a rubber ball;

    Fall is fall for the older one.

    He moans and naps and worries all”

    That gave me the courage and ultimately when I took the plunge I did not fall flat or moan.

    Because there was a long tail hanging from my back.!

    Love and regards,

    Siva

    Ocala, Florida

    Dec.19, 2009