Pilgrimage thoughts

It was one the most beautiful moments in my life. I walked a little slowly to adjust my eyes to the change in the light and savor the moment. I was in the presence of one of the most magnificent and venerated idols in South India. Suddenly, I was propelled forward in a spurt. It was a miracle I thought, god himself had pulled me towards him. One more jerk and I came to my senses. I was being pulled forward by the staff employed to do exactly this!

It is true that we are overcome by emotions as we enter the garbagudi of a temple as renowned as Thirupati and try to linger as long as we possibly can. Those of us fortunate, are allowed to remain by standing on one side, while the rest are forced to move on in a few seconds . It was frustrating for me as I was in fact with this privileged group, Ram, Shakku and Vishwanath, but got separated due to my tardiness.

I well remember an earlier episode some forty years ago, when the staff held us prisoner due to their internal fights and politics. We were not allowed to go either forward or back. I was very upset and being much younger almost came to blows with the staff. But, what really remains in my mind is the exquisite ritual that followed, Lord Venkateshwara being covered with exotic garlands to the chants of the priests. Those were the old days and we witnessed this ceremony, really an artistic display, seated in front of the idol during the whole puja.

Similarly, at the temple in Srirangam, I was shocked by the constant shouts to move on. This was from a group employed for the sole purpose of moving devotees forward and out in no time. They must have been chosen specially for their very loud and a gruff voice. Latha and Jayaram, who were my guides on this trip, took this in their stride. I was very upset and I shouted back in anger and totally forgot that Lord Ranganatha lies supine and thus missed having a darshan!

While there are many such instances that come to my mind, the trip we made to Badrinath with Raghu and Vatsala was memorable. It was nice that we had Rohini with us, still curious about our religion and our belief. As we drove up the Himalayas, we did see god everywhere. I suppose the tall peaks and the deep gorges affect us and we do feel his presence as we drive up.

We were privileged, thanks to Raghu, in that we did not have to wait in queues and were not asked to move on after a few seconds of darshan. I was especially impressed with a small girl who managed to stay at one corner almost the whole of the puja by avoiding the watchful eyes of the security. The security were on duty to ensure that the rest of the people were moving on. In my estimation, she managed to add more to her merits for the afterlife, while we spent some of it for being treated to a special privilege.

Probably it is this ambivalence of mine , I am dazed by the beauty and grandeur of these temples but am dismayed at the way they are managed, keeps me from going on more pilgrimages when in India.

However, my most memorable experience is my visit to Shirdi more than forty years ago. As I stepped into the main hall, no garbagudi there, the whole congregation broke into a bhajan. The feeling this moment created in me was one of ecstasy and it has stayed with me forever and has influenced my life ever since. I also loved the fact that the idol of Saibaba was accessible to all. I liked it even more when I saw people of different religions present there and that there was a muslim shrine situated next to the temple.

These trips I have made with family and friends have taught me that the way we thank or plead with the almighty is similar and at the same time very individual. I believe the lesson we get is that we should try not be judgmental but cherish these moments that are given to us. We may read signs or obtain answers from these moments or they may just stay with us as wonderful memories. The memories that have stayed with me and Tara are the 'suprabhatam' of M.S. Subbalakshmi filling the valley in Thirupati, the glaciers and snow clad peaks behind the Badrinath temple and the morning prayers reverberating all around.

Comments

Rohini said…
I remember the badrinath trip with fondness too...and the valley reverberating with music early in the morning was something else! I enjoyed the trek up one of the slopes too. My fainting in the temple and then getting an audience with the Shankaracharya was interesting too :-).
Anonymous said…
hi!
what you write about teh mountains really strikes a chord. their towering presence commands respect, the loftiness humbles.religious.
you have beautifully written how many of us feel affected in our temples.
priya ramaswami, bangkok.
Sriram said…
The topic of temples and their atmosphere is definitely an interesting one, some definitely have vibes, while some turn you off. I am sure a lot of it is based on one's own mental makeup and frame of mind.

Might have talked about this in one of my earlier emails, but the grandfathers on the two sides, while equally religious and spiritual, had totally different personalities in that arena. Tata (father's side) was an extremely private and introverted person, very happy performing pooja at the small altar in the house and about the only time that I saw him come to temples was during the big family functions. I don't think that he ever went to temples by himself, definitely did not go on any pilgrimages, and did not really have any inclination towards it. He totally shunned mathas, ashrams, etc., and never went near one. You know how Mama was, at least after retirement, very active in Andavan Ashram, regular trips to temples, going on pilgrimages, etc. But in spite of their personality differences, they respected each other tremendously, and Mama broke down completely and was unconsolable when Tata passed away in 1973, and Jayaram had to take him back home before the actual funeral rites. Of course he was a major presence during the ceremonies later on, joining the other Vadhyars in all the chanting.

My initial regular trips to the temples was of course with Appa and Amma, and I remember the Friday ones to the Malleswaram Ganapathi temple. The priest would automatically start the Archana in Tata's name when he saw us, even with Tata perhaps never having gone there! We also used to go to the Seshadripuram Rama temple occasionally, and I have to say that it got me into the good graces of our class teacher in high school (an Iyengar, who must have had a lot of problems at home, and used to sit in the temple for quite a while in the evenings after school)! The one temple that I used to like going to was the Satyanarayana temple in Visveswarapuram, mainly because of the open layout of the temple with lot of light streaming in, the nice idol, and of course the sajjige prasadam.

Tirupathi temple is very difficult to manage, unless you are part of a VIP group with special privileges. I think that one visit was after Rangaraj's wedding, and Ramu never got to see the temple because he was so busy organizing everything! Second trip was to attend the Upanayanam of a neighbour friend, and I went there on my own from Madras. Decided to climb the hill, and Hawaii chappals got cut midway and had to be discarded. The rocks were very hot in the summer, so it was pretty bad the rest of the way. It turned out that footwear stores are not allowed in Tirumala, so had to manage barefoot till we came back down to Tirupathi, so it was a very memorable trip, to say the least!

I have never been to the famous temples and pilgrimage centers of the north, I might have inherited Tata's genes in that I don't really have any urge to go on such trips, but we will see.

Regards,
Sriram

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