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Hindu saint worshiped as Sufi saint in Karachi, Pak

Just learned through a You tube video that the Jeev Samadhi (Kaarana Samadhi) of a Yogi (Sadashiva Premendra) from 13th century is in Karachi, Pakistan. Hahaha, no wonder they made it into some sufi saint’s! No way can you make these people believe the truth. One more thing, in case of Jeev Samadhis with or without a temple consecrated with them (where Yogis/Siddhas may have performed their ‘prana pradhishta), the aura is supposed to be present for a thousand years minimum before declining. ‘Prana Pradhishta’ makes these shrines most powerful that you can feel the soul vibrations of the saints who attained their Jeev Samadhis in these chosen locations. Of course you just cannot make these guys accept facts – and here the fact is presented from Tamil Nadu which is thousands of miles afar – and that too in enemy nation following Sanathana Dharma. Siddhas and Yogis in India wandered far and wide through out Bharatha – from Afghanistan and Himalayas to the very tip of the Indian subcontinent Kanyakumari where the three seas merge, in those days. There were no geographical dividing lines then. Plus, in the 13th century CE, even Afghanistan and Pakistan of today might have been still predominantly Hindu-Buddhist or might have just started to undergo mass forced conversions by tyrannical invaders. I am not at all surprised to learn this fact about the Yogi. It just suffices to know that the famous sufi saint of Karachi is after all a Hindu saint; the place has improved now as some popular journalists keep updating readers frequently on that in media. Good to know whatever they may choose to believe in, the Hindu saint is worshiped in the heart of Pakistan as a sufi saint by whatever name. Distortions/corruptions might have happened through centuries. Its taboo for anything to be Hindu in Pak. After all, we know where all the Shiva Linga rules – inviting devotees and so-called believers from around the world – who actually do pradikshanas (circumambulation of deities – a normal and regular form of Hindu worshiping ritual in any Hindu temple) around their so-called sacred shrine, this congregation of many nationalities, that they normally never perform in their other places of worship.

Anyway, Yogis and Siddhas of India are phenomenal. It makes me sad, they are almost nonexistent today in this increasingly materialistic world where everything is so horribly twisted and contorted and the truth is never let to come out. Feels good to learn about this great Yogi who is believed to have lived for hundreds of years. (Yogis and Siddhas can go, without taking food or water for centuries. You can still come across a few in the Kumbh. Those who bath in fire everyday, those who stand on head for years etc). He also had penned ‘Maanasasancharare’ and other literary works besides playing a role in consecrating some famous (and now ancient) Hindu temples in Tamil Nadu which are standing good until today.

The exact date of Shri Sadashiva Premendra’s Jeev Samadhi is inscribed to be 1253 CE. The good thing about south Indian history is that, all this can be found as inscriptions in our  roughly hewn granite temple walls and floorings in perfect condition even today – after over a thousand years or so. We have temples dating back to over 2000 years that way in our state all with the inscriptions in tact. The ancient script has slightly undergone a change but historians/anthropologists easily can figure it out – even I can at times. I could read some in Kanchi Kamakshi temple really. I couldn’t believe I was reading something that was written over 700 or 800 years before. I wish some noted journalists of Pak are given visas to visit our ancient and historic temples that have been there for millennia to understand what their homeland is and who they are really. Past may not matter much to some, but past is relevant to understand what we have become today. I will ask Modi ji to consider special visas to neutral Pak writers hahaha. On a month long temple tour of India. They are not merely temples, they are our original recorded unblemished history. History undistorted.

Yogi Sadashiva Premendra supposedly attained three states of Jeev Samadhis -,He shed his Thooola shareera (physical body) near Karur, in present day Tamil Nadu, Sookshama shareera in Manamadurai also in Tamil Nadu and Kaarana shareera in Karachi (today’s Pakistan). The samadhis in Tamil Nadu stand good until today. The saint wandered all over akhaand Bharat. No reason for stone edicts to lie. That too to lie in the 13th century. Inscriptions were also made in north Indian Hindu temples but most of them were razed by the Moguls. The south escaped this cruel fate. If you even try to explain to a non Hindu how there can be 3 samadhis to a Yogi – they just cannot grasp it following an organized religion where there is hardly any quest to find the ultimate truth or for reaching the higher realms of spirituality. So I stop here. Amazing, amazing.

Dear Pakis, you can now safely climb out of your bunkers

Pak media deliberately missed covering Bilwal statement that hundreds of terrorists were moved to safety by Pakistan govt/army to secure them safe from India. Especially the too much talkative journalists of theirs.

Pak media misses covering the abduction and forced conversion of Hindu teen girls in big scale again but talk big on secularism (in India only mind it)… (happens right under their nose but lecture others) (INTELLECTUAL DISHONESTY/SELECTIVE AMNESIA)


Panic and pandemonium prevailed in terror haven Pakistan when news was out that Modi ji was addressing the nation (our nation India) in a special tv telecast. Our neighbourhood antiheroes put up a brave face still but from inside their bunkers, especially their rowdy journalist bastards. Probably expected a rain of missiles from India or a surgical strike or a full scale war. Even I thought so but had to leave on an errand without listening to our PM delivering his televised speech. Turns out that he was announcing to the world India’s promotion to the elite space club with missile capability for destroying a satellite in motion in space. Well done ISRO, DRDO ! That our prime minister decided to bring the news to the public underscores the vitality of the achievement, a big, big feat. A super defence system for India, a deterrence for the aggressors. However, Paki nuisance cases need not have to fear because, (1) they don’t have a satellite intelligence/expertise/capability in the first place to put one into orbit (except for those like we launch at home during Diwali), (2) they cannot do in 2 or 3 millennia without stealing the technology. Yeah stealing is possible as they did with the Patriot missile. They dismembered the Patriot missile launched by the US in Afghanistan within their border and copied the technology. So a similar attempt is possible but knowing ISRO, knowing what it takes to run a space mission as an Indian citizen avid space watcher and also watching our neighbourhood substandards in everything from tv programs to even garam masala (sold in shops here), i just know its impossible for them. Never. Which means, Pakis can relax that they have no satellites to be threatened by India’s elite space status now that we can destroy their satellite (if any).

So dear Pak road side romeos and terrorists and big talkers (but no do-gooders), relax and climb out of your bunkers for now safely. For the moment you are free. And of course you are always free of our Indian space threat. But then i can’t rule out another surgical strike or even a limited/full scale war with you if you act funny. Behave or face consequences. Stop nonsense in all forms and focus on productivity (of not a dozen kids. don’t misunderstand 😀 ) So long as sabotage is your mission, you will be miserable and you will try to make life miserable for others which means we Indians must squash you.

Don’t push us to that extent. Haan?

There is no need for Sadhguru to explain his life to anyone.

For years, I too misunderstood this man. When he was writing this column, ‘athanaikkum aasai padu’ (desire for everything), i was in no mood to read it in the Tamil weekly. Besides, i was young and too much was happening in my life too, though not always pleasant. But many of his followers found him around that time. He wrote in the name of Jaggi Vasudev. Before even i read him, i had judged him as ‘one of those gurus.’ Its a pity that i similarly missed the Tamil author Balakumaran. With a stubbornness i refused to read both that i now regret. May be had i read them a lot earlier, I would be a different being now.

Even after Sadhguru became popular, I steadfastly refused to hear him out. I finally found the ‘Sounds of Isha’ to my liking. I must say the Maha Shivrathri festival in Coimbatore drew me to his brand of spirituality. Also the last straw was my recent visit to Isha where I saw for myself the immensity of his visions that broke my resolve of not accepting anyone for a guru. I am now a changed one in many ways.

I have questioned in this very same blog of mine years back, why those like Sadhguru are not ready to attain Jeev Samadhi. I have also mentioned of rumours about his wife’s passing. Now I understand better and I need no more explanation. No need I feel, for Sadhguru to explain himself to people something that will never be understood by them. For one thing, like me in past, they may cling to this adamant attitude. Secondly, people tend to like to dwell in such petty world where demonizing others can give them a cheap thrill. Thirdly, that is their level of spiritual or any form of maturity/understanding. I trust. Believers trust. Trust is the basis for laying a strong foundation for anything worthwhile. Prana Pradhishta – i heard about it. It is inconceivable for most and undoable, but then I believe, to those with highest levels of spiritual maturing, yes, this is possible. These dimensions of spirituality cannot even be imagined for most of the human race. Only a Hindu/Buddhist/Jain can even perceive what this is. You have to live this culture, you have to live in this Punya Bhoomi to grasp such a concept. Jains in India do not even eat root vegetables like potato for instance because roots are life carriers. Extreme spirituality makes some Hindu sadhus live as ‘aghoris’ feeding on only the dead in the cremation grounds that are wasted already – not those that can flourish. Hindu sadhus’ penance without eating food for years, drinking water for years, standing on head for years  (this tribe has almost dried up today) is unthinkable, unimaginable to most others especially the Abrahamics.

Coming from Tamil Nadu where most ancient Hindu temples were raised over ‘Siddha peetams’ I can completely agree with this. I can understand this. Temples in south India were always consecrated over jeeva Sidha samadhis. Even the one in my street is a Siddha peetam. The presiding deity Shiva sits as Shiva Lingam over the Siddha peetam. We worship the Siddha who gave up His life for holding Shiva over Him. Such is the Sanathana Dharma. We give up life – shed life voluntarily. We are the last to take others lives. Which is why most of us are vegetarian. No Hindu butchers in entire India. No Hindu butcheries. Similarly Jains in India until today leave their material attachments on inner calling anytime and renounce the worldly life to attain Nirvana. A family of four millionaires – father, mother, two teenage kids did it in south India only months back. Jains fast for days endless even now and leave their physical bodies. Normal, average people not necessarily monks. Once their family duties are over, they choose to leave earth and attain Nirvana voluntarily shedding their physicality. However, they may not always get to choose their moment as they reach this level without much deliberation or mental preparation unlike Sadhus who foresee it and plan it for months or even years. Swami Vivekanand did it reportedly. In some countries this may be called suicide. Not in India. This is the way we have lived for millennia. Thanks Sadhguru for highlighting what we have been forgetting for centuries.

A friend was similarly telling me once how her great grand mother chose to die on a particular date and time, having fulfilled her duties. The old mother was too very spiritual and had become detached. She shed her body at her time of choosing. Yes, our people have done that. Our ancestors. If we cannot do it today, it is because we are materialistic. We have bonds that we do not want to break. ‘Koodu vittu koodu paaidhal’ – this act is called in Tamil. Old Tamil/Hindi pictures had such scenes pictured. This is what the film ‘Avatar’ is all about – Avatar ofcourse is a Sanskrit word. The story is a beautiful make-over of the very ancient Hindu concept of reincarnation. Your soul can leave your body at your will – ancient Hindus did that reportedly (not all)but this necessitates highest level of spirituality. This is where meditation helps in. And this is where precisely Yoga fits in. Yoga is just a tool to work with – like basic a,b,c for mind/body control. From here, you start your schooling.

I observed my father’s thidhi today. Traditionally a woman cannot do it. I do it in a temple whenever I find time. Today I merely cooked my father’s meal with a payasam and vada and offered him a shirt and trousers. My father met with an unnatural death. My friend unexpectedly called today and came home who I fed with with vada and payasam and tea. I am a Hindu and I believe this is a sign that my meal pleased my father wherever he may be in today. Whichever world. I am raised in such a way that I look for such signs and i believe in these signs.

Spiritually every Hindu is inclined that way. Nothing to us is a coincidence. I have had numerous such occasions in the past where I have had reasons to believe that there were some ‘signs.’ It is useless trying to explain such profound heartfelt things to an Abrahamic or Atheist. I don’t even attempt. It is enough if we know and believe deep down our heart. We know this is no hallucination or brainwashing or fanciful imagination.

However, I am not yet ready to accept anyone as my guru. But Sadhguru helps a lot. Happy with this degree of spirituality of mine. I am a samsari. I want to pet my grandchildren someday. I want to shop and dress up and indulge in normal pleasures of life. Not ready for anything more. At the same time, I feel a reckoning in me like i’ve never felt in my life before. It is like, for the first time ever I sense, I am ready to go if my time has to arrive even this very moment. My son can take care of himself. Only one bandham can stop me: that of my husband. He is someone who cannot live without me. Other than that, i have no other strappings to bind me to life even though to others i may appear very average – the typical shopping-chatting-gossiping housewife who does not more. That’s why i can understand about Sadhguru’s wife. I am at the lowest level of the spiritual pyramid. If i feel that i am okay to leave, i can imagine what others in the highest levels of enlightenment may feel like. Of course God willing, I want to be there to pet my grandchildren someday – alongwith  my husband. It is a wish. It is not in my hands – nothing is.

I continue my rituals of Puja at home and visit temples as much as I can – i am glad in Isha they do not downplay the regular rituals like some gurus do for instance. I am comfortable with whatever rituals we follow in our family. I am adapted to them since my childhood.

In Tamil they say, ‘kaaikkira maram thaan kalladi padum.’ The tree that springs fruits will have to face the stones. If there is no fruit in a tree, who is going to stone it.

Yes, of course, I am passionate about elephants. That still aches my heart a bit. But I am sure the elephants will find their way around. From what I heard, it is the christian group of Karunya institutions who have taken over forest lands illegally. I have friends based in Coimbatore who swear this and they have no reason to lie. Besides, it is public knowledge.

We are not building Hindu temples or championing for Hindu dharma in America or Africa or Australia or Europe. We want Hindu dharma to flourish and not die in our own dharmic Hindu country where it has its roots. The propagation of Abrahamic fold in India MUST STOP.

Definitely will make more visits to Isha. Happy to listen to Sadhgur in You Tube. His service brings tears to my eyes. I am very emotional. That is the greatest impediment for me for moving to my next level of spirituality. I am still materialistic and not able to break that jinx. I won’t force anything down my throat but i shall try (as i do now without success). Let me see.

Meanwhile, I am glad India still produces such great visionaries and mystics. Their service to not only Hindus but entire humanity is immeasurable. I am glad i finally found my way. Better late than never.

Rahul Gandhi, Are You There Beta?!

Rahul beta . You think you are getting smart.

No Indian citizen doubts our armed forces. We trust Rafale over your Howitzer-Bofors. Let me ask you one simple question. You may say anything but listen me out.




Clarify that first.

Publish in  media your foreign trips itineraries. You can still cook up everything. How do we trust you. There are so many black spots in your calendar. Who are you with. Where do you abscond. How and why should we believe you. Fill up all your blanks in public.

Do you retain Italian citizenship. CLARIFY. COME OUT AND REFUSE AND PROVE. Because we believe you may have.

Clarify on Vadra. Asking you one question: Was Vadra ever Ambani range??? How did he suddenly become so rich. Get transparent.

You don’t live frugal. Just what is your inheritance. What is your source of income. Or your volume of inheritance. What are your personal holdings. Publish every single detail to dot. Without working for a single day in your life, how do you afford this lifestyle. And of course your mother Sonia Gandhi.

Your father, grandmother etc won from Amethi. Who should Amethi stink after over 20 years of being your constituency.

Publish answers for all these questions and convince us. I as a citizen of India, have every right to believe in my heart that Lal Bahadur Shastri was murdered. I believe I can guess who ordered him murdered even if I was not even born then. So what can you do about it. You think we Indians are fools. You think you can get away with all these lies and scams and crimes even after decades?

What is your qualification to become a prime minister? Other than your Ghandy name tag. Gandhi I mean. Except for your dynastic licence, what merit you have to even think of such a high office. Are you not ashamed?

So just keep your bloody mouth shut. It will be a sad day for India if you have to become our prime minister some day. PLEASE FEEL SHAME, HANG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME, GO BACK TO YOUR ITALY AND ENJOY LIFE. BE HONEST, LIVE FOR YOURSELF. ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE. GET MARRIED. HAVE BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN. GO WATCH TENNIS. HOLIDAY IN ALPS. And do come back to India every year. Mingle with the public. Let us see if you mature after 10-20 years. Who knows you may be ready for us and we may be ready for you. If you still really love India, and feel more Indian than Italian, then may be we can consider you. I will never rule you out. Become someone who we Indians may grow to like and RESPECT – in future, if not today.

Nothing in this world is permanent. I still love your innocence that is precious. Do not allow yourself to be pawned in this game of politics. You still strike me as a decent human being. I am forced to like you because, I cannot see evil in you. I like you despite your congress party. Please leave dirty politics.

I don’t know whether you will ever get to read this post of mine. I doubt it. But I am sure you will be happy as a normal/average family man. Embrace life, live for yourself, quit politics. Ok Beta??


A Billion Heartbreaks

This nation of mine India has seen a series of bomb blasts owing to Pakistan terror outfits sponsored by both their military and elected governments over decades. The first earth shattering one happened just before I married in 1993, that of the Bombay Stock Exchange blast. As a working girl, I recall hearing the radio commentaries in my bank as my colleagues stayed glued to news bulletins on hourly basis. In those times, many of us were trading already somewhat meagerly in the markets – manually. Only brokers had access to computers (as our departments were computerized one by one starting that year). BSE was computerized and my male colleagues would be frequently on phones talking to their brokers who then did a roaring business having access to computers in their workstations. For the first time in financial markets, stock values were transmitted live which was a feat in those days. In fact my interest in stock markets perked in that phase of life. Which is why BSE mattered so much to me, especially in that exact point of time.

So nothing could have devastated us more than the bomb blast at BSE masterminded by Dawood Ibrahim, planted by Pakistan, now living like a prince in Pakistan with their government and military protection. The blasts killed hundreds of innocent Indian traders and investors in the exchange in the financial capital of India. The terror attacks aimed at bringing the Indian economy to a stunned standstill. Well, it did not achieve that. If anything, we Hindus are made of sterner stuff. We picked up from the pieces even if had paid a huge price and made good the huge human and financial losses.

The Mumbai Stock Exchange blasts got etched in my mind in that young age as exchange brokers became our news bearers from national tv news that was relayed from Delhi. It was an age still before the credit cards and mobile phones and computers. We had only the print media apart from radio and tv news casts. BSE bomb blast was the first major mass terror attack in India in my living adult memory. Things as ghastly as that were unheard of until then. We had had two prime ministers assassinated beforehand, still that did not daze the nation as the bomb blasts did. Only train accidents killed us Indians in hundreds before that. That an Indian muslim and Pakistani govt/military together orchestrated the blasts was incomprehensible for us Indians. Although we put behind the economic losses in days, the shock and dismay stayed with us for a long time. We Hindus learned a hard lesson: who we should NOT AND NEVER TRUST. This is something America and UK and Europe and starting to learn just now.

Ever since there have been periodical blasts in Mumbai, Hyderabad, Bangalore, Coimbatore, Delhi and of course in Kashmir. The Mumbai 26/11 terror attacks by Pakistanis gained media attention worldwide. Pakistan once again was in denial mode. But their own God spared Ajmal Kasab who would live on to tell us the Pakistani hand in planning and executing terror attacks in sovereign Indian soil. Kasab was later hanged to death. Had it not been for Kasab, Pakistan and China and even our own leftists in India would have blamed Hindutva men for ‘staging’ the Mumbai attacks.

Everytime there is a bomb attack in India, we go numb; we freeze; terrorism is such a dastardly cowardly act that you forget how to react for a moment. During Mumbai attacks in 2008 when Pakistan terrorists who had reached Mumbai via sea in unearthly hours hoodwinking patrol, no fires burned in our kitchens; nobody celebrated or partied; whole of India went into mourning. I know, because I felt heartbroken, I remained so for weeks after that. It took time for us to return to normalcy. Social media was not as active then as it is now. Still, I know how India stumbled. Right then we wanted a revenge on Pakistan. To blow up Pakistan. We missed a golden chance.

During Kargil war started by Pakistan, I was still young and in Malaysia. How much we hung on to news from India in those days. Almost everyday we called home to check what was going on. Although we had internet even then by way of dial-up network (year was 1999), news was never up to date. What we NRIs went through then was miserable. Out of India, but our hearts beating for India. India had the moral support of all Asians then, no doubt. To my knowledge no one supported Pakistan at least in theory. No chinese liked Pakistan, at least Malaysian chinese. For one main guessable reason. Terrorism and war were still new vocabulary in the world gaining popularity since the turn of the millennium only. India however was fighting her own lonely battles already.

Even before Uri, there was Pathankot bombing. There have been terror attacks in India carried out by Pakistan on daily basis that we have lost count of our martyred brave soldiers ambushed and slain to death in connivance at times with local Indian muslims. This we call Cross-border Terrorism and it is worse than a full scale war. It takes a huge toll on soldiers’ morality and bleeds you gradually. It is proxy war really. This is the dirtiest work and injury inflicted by Pakistan on India.  Indian muslim implication is the hardest thing to digest. That your own blood could turn against you. This harsh reality tears your heart. Disloyalty and betrayal are the worst crosses we Indians especially Hindus have to bear. Yes, we breed local terrorists. I hope even America and UK will agree because they are facing a similar situation: homegrown terror.

Pulwama has broken a billion hearts. Not seen such a collective rage and anguish in India in a long time. Precisely I am seeing the same reaction I saw after the 26/11 Mumbai attacks. At that time however, it was Congress govt in power.  Now it is BJP headed by Modi. It makes one hell lot of a difference.

I hope the sacrifices of our bravehearts will not go in vain. They have laid down their lives for the nation: 40 of them. It is easy to preach that hate is wrong, but then a venom must be and can be treated only with another equal venom. Adharma does not deserve Dharma. Adharm has to be fought with Adharm only. So says even Lord Krishna in Bhagwad Gita.

Demolish, dismantle Pakistan. Modiji.

A billion hearts lie broken. They will heal only when we avenge Pakistan for our martyred heroes. Jai Hind!


Astras To Vimanas… (Missiles to Spaceships)

Hindu Puranas were/are full of flying machines. Gods and Goddesses flying in the space. In fact, Ravana is supposed to have abducted Sita when She was in Vanvaas with Rama in a Pushapaka Vimana (a golden flying chariot) only from Dandakaranya, a region in today’s state of Chattisgarh in central India to Sri Lanka, few hundred miles/kms. Missile descriptions are in Mahabharatha – used in the Kurushetra war. All this is recorded in Hindu scriptures dating back by millennia when neither there was any notion of an aircraft nor an inkling on dynamite/missile technology.

‘Astra’ means a missile in Sanskrit. Brahmaastra, for instance, was supposed to have been most powerful.  It could burn out the opponent to ashes. It could hit a flying/moving target. Like air-to-air missile. Which is why India named our air-to-air missile as ‘Brahmos.’ Pioneer in the field but having had lost everything and the link to our glorious past, we are here rediscovering them yet again. Nagaastra was another super missile. Whether it is Ramayan or Mahabharat or any other branch tale of Hindu history (or mythology as some say although most Hindus believe this all existed in another plane of time), you see vivid descriptions of these astras and how battles were fought using/mastering these astras. Unimaginable that Valmiki knew about missiles 2000 years back or Ved Vyas did when they penned the Ramayana and Mahabharath respectively. Sri Lanka went by the same name. Gandhar kingdom of the Kauravs is now Kandhahar in Afghanistan, almost the same name. Geographical accuracy is astonishing. Ram Sethu, the man made bridge between south Indian coast in Tamil Nadu to Sri Lanka has been found to be in tact and it was very much navigable until a few centuries back. NASA has reconfirmed this is no natural geological formation but is oldest man made structure. Lying under the straits today in the ocean waters, Ram Sethu was rechristined as Adam’s bridge by the British (one more attempt to deny Hindu history and authenticity).

Hindus used to be ridiculed for believing in these things for thousands of years, before mankind in modern times even imagined the concept and thought of turning it into reality. The Kailasa temple in Ajantha had clear ‘helicoptor’ landing markings (as if) at an elevated level and the age of the ancient temple complex is yet to be exactly calculated. How do you explain these ‘amaanushya’ sightings.

‘Your Gods fly in sky?’ ‘Your Gods use missiles???’ are some of typical ridiculing questions others always ask Hindus. Barbs regularly used to put down world’s oldest religion (although Hinduism is not a religion. Sanathana Dharma is way of life that was invented by no private individual in his dizziness/dilemma/delirium seconded by a handful of sychophants).

Once upon a time, even I have felt vague about our extraordinary Vimanas and Astras and Gods and Goddesses. Overwhelmed may be. A treasure trove of knowledge based belief passed over generations that is unshakable. A scientific world that seeks more evidence. Caught between the two, an average Hindu cannot supply proofs but at the same time cannot discard the age old belief system ingrained in him/her that is so profound and deep-rooted. Some things in life you just believe in. Unquestioningly.  Like yesterday I was listening to Sadhguru’s lecture on You Tube. As per science, our physical body is reality. Life itself is not realizable. Intangible. So to non believers who question Hindu Dharam, this is what I can say. You can only touch and feel the body and therefore believe the body. But we are the people who can magically feel the life, the soul. A million/billion years of scientific research in more sophisticated tech lab will not let you separate the life from the body other than by way of death when the life will be lost to you. Your evidence stops with the material body. A Hindu sees beyond the body, a Hindu sees the spirit. Science can explain with evidence only the body. How will even science explain the intangible Life.

Which is why intuitively we Hindus believed in what our forefathers told us. We have believed always, we believe in our Pushpaka Vimanas, our Astras and in our Flying Gods with their Animal/Bird vehicles.

When reciting Ramayana (Sundara Kanda), i no more flinch reading about flying mountains that finally are made to drop to their present positions. Ramayana talks about mountains under the sea. Imagine Valmiki writing this 2000 years back. One such a mountain springs up to surface when Hanuman tries to fly over the sea to Lanka (Sri Lanka). By the way, Hanuman Chalisa states the speed of light almost accurately and it has been around long time from before the speed of light was estimated by the western world. As a teenager, I had my doubts and misgivings, not denying that. But over years, as science grows more advanced, the more strongly I believe in my Hindu dharma and in our ancient Hindu history that is too very ancient and ageless to be documented.

Who founded Hinduism. Why do we have no prophets or angels. Why no Vatican/Mecca like center. Why no Bible/Koran like code book. Who is our religious chief (like the pope). Why do we have no set of rules. There can be only one answer. Because we know who we are. We do not have to substantiate our existence or creation. We have come straight from our Creator. Why cannot Hindu origin be traced back to roots.

Most Hindu scriptures like the Vedas and Upanishads were not written down. They were passed over thousands of years by word of mouth only – through learning.

What really kept us Hindus believing in our ancestors was that, how could someone have had such a vivid imagination unless it was true.  How could someone sculpt missiles and ‘vimanas’ (spacecrafts) in stones and write about them in scriptures when the rest of the world was at least two or three millennia away from evening conceiving in their minds in what we believed in from the start of human civilization.

Thank God, there is a lot of rethinking these days and many around the world now come to agree/accept that perhaps in another plane of time, Hindu civilization did exist at a far superior level when Gods flew up the skies in chariots and fought battles with demons (bad elements) with their astras. Each Hindu god had a pet animal/bird vehicle (exactly as in the picture Avatar). Somewhere and somehow a very advanced civilization was lost perhaps due to what we may describe today as ‘apocalypses’ (catastrophes) and the secrets have since remain buried.

Where we go from here we do not know. At least there is now a rethink and  reevaluation of opinion on Hindu dharma and origin of life itself.  No more one dismisses ancient Hindu beliefs as ‘tall claims’ and no more ridicule. Somehow we have come to a starting point to begin with. Debates are on. Which is a big change of scene.

I don’t have to turn to others way of life because I am the follower/descendant of Shiva Himself. Everyone is. Whether European or American or African or Asian. I may say, I have not strayed and have remained His follower for over two millennia (as my family has always been Hindu like most Indians).

Kailash is too ambitious otherwise I wouldn’t rule it out in future. However, if Lord wants me to set my foot in His abode on earth, He knows when and how to call me.

Petraal Thaan Pillaiyaa..

Today is the 81st birth anniversary of my dear Chithappa,  my uncle. Not my own, he was married to my maternal aunt, my Chithi, my mother’s younger sister.

Almost 50 years, until now in my life, he was there lighting up the way for me. Something my biological parents did not do.

Petraal thaan pillaiyaa. Goes the famed Tamil phrase. You don’t have to breed biological children to become a parent and vice versa. You have to be blessed with a heart by birth to become one. If biology is the natural criteria to define a parent, then why do we have axe murderers in our midst who have birthed children.

Never mourned enough for my parents; they left too early when I did not understand the void they had left behind. Did not even miss them physically because my Chithi and Chithappa were there for me.

My Chithappa whose dhoti i wet i believe as a toddler, my chithappa who came with me for college admission, competitive exams, interviews… My chithappa who took me to my first job and left only after seeing me take my seat…

My chithappa who made me do Angapradhakshan in Tirumala-Tirupathi temple, made me climb up on foot the seven hills to Tirupathi temple, who introduced me to my God and Goddess…

My chithappa who would never miss wishing me on my birthday or wedding day; who  along with my chithi gave me away in Kanyadhaan during me wedding , who sheltered me when I delivered my son … who would never let me leave without getting my son food parcels…

I still had a home to go to … After over 20 years, it was for his death that I stayed overnight in Mylapore, my birth place. My chithi is still unable to come out of grieving for my chithappa. He was a human like none other I have come across in my life.

During my recent visit to Kanchipuram, 70 km from city, I was thinking of him. This town gave me my chithappa. Little would he have known that his life would be dedicated to another family abandoned in Chennai.

Chithappa touched everyone’s life. From the fruit and flower sellers of Mylapore to grocery shop owners to neighbours. He rendered service without a third person knowing of it, given his limited economic capacity. His day started with a Puja at home. Then visiting Valleshwara temple, Kapali temple everyday. Sometimes Perumal temple. A regular every saturday at Devastana Venkateshwara temple in T Nagar. His favourite deity was Perumal.

During the worst crises of my life, I had the courage to go on as I had a pillar called my chithappa to lean on. The trust and faith he put on me and my sis. Antagonizing his own family at times, looking after both sets of parents – my grandparents and his parents in their final stages rendering yeomen physical service apart from financial, support system for both sides families…. he was still such a simple man who subsisted on mere 4 clean white dhotis, 2 towels, 2-3 trousers and 4 shirts. His worldly possessions. Unlike many of his age, he did not hold on to his properties. Distributed everything without a ‘villangam’ or dispute among his kids leaving no ground for future complications. Every single thing about his life was planned – except for his death.

Last year this day I was in US. I called him to wish for his 80th birthday. His voice was inaudible already. I didn’t take it seriously. I believed he would be around for another 5 to 10 years. Very healthy man – no BP or diabetes or cholesterol even if he had had a cardiac bypass. Little did we know that a teetotaler like him could still get liver issues.

Spending last few days with him in hospital in July was a blessing for me. He spoke to me, my son and husband (via online chat).

He left at right age that I don’t regret. My only regret is that, I will see this great human being again only when I leave planet earth myself. And that I will see none other like him in this janam.

My chithi asked me to pray to him. He is our guardian angel. But I don’t. I feel guilty upto my neck for already burdening him with my parents’ responsibilities. I don’t wanna ask him anything more for myself or my family. I only want him to know, just the word ‘chithappa’ can move me to tears. That I miss him soo….. much. He will have no rebirth but if he does, next time I want to be born his biological daughter so that I can legally take care of him, and not be sidelined. I can legally serve him my best without being asked to stay out.

I  only have fondest memories of him in my heart. I cherish everything he has done for me. He was there for me right from my infancy when I was not even an year old. I hope I have made him proud.

Everytime we visited Mylapore, he would take my husband and son by walk to Valleeshwara temple and get them Dosa and coffee in Sangeetha restaurant. Simplest but greatest pleasures of life. Not on one occasion he missed that. Every visit of mine to Mylapore sees me shedding silent tears in car/cab. Every look at Valleeshwara temple, Kapali temple tower, the markets, the streets all invoke memories of him.

Never have I mourned so much for my biological parents this way. I have belatedly when I crossed phases like 30s, 40s, imagining their lives, reconstituting their lives in my memory but that is it. My parents sadly remain strangers to me. Strangers who I could never figure out, for they lived too short in this material world.

In today’s selfish environs, I think of my chithappa and God’s choicest blessings. God still sent me a substitute set of parents, to whom I shall remain eternally grateful. Seven janams may not suffice to repay them for what they have done for me and my sister. They gave us our lives, our self respect, our sense of security and more than all dignity due to which we are what we are today.

To my chithappa in heaven, I miss you terribly Chithappa. Why did you have to leave so early. Who is there to show me your selfless affection, to rush and get an auto for me, to call up and check if I have reached home safe, to withdraw cash for me from ATM and keep when I land midnight, to guide me through every phase of life. To give legal advice, to do documentation, to do errands, to buy me tiffin and coffee and jasmines … even framed pictures of Gods… My chithappa who gifted me my first framed God’s pictures when I started ‘thani kuduthanam’ , pictures of Satyanarayana to do my Pournami puja, bronze Pongal paanai for Pongal…

Every gold and diamond purchase, he had to be there to receive my precious jewelry by hand first. He was our lucky omen. Every new car or bike or whatever, he was shown first. Every new job or place, he gave us the first foreign currency. Malaysian Ringitt, Q riyal, US$ – whatever. He was the first to give us the currency before we earned them.

Whether even my biological father would have been like him, I doubt. Always the wise counsel. Always advice to adjust with elders in my family, to be flexible, to tolerate and love all, to forget the painful past but stay away from mischief, to avoid controversies for our own sake, for peace… to keep the family united…

I will miss my chithappa every single day of the rest of my life. No substitute for my chithappa. I don’t think he will have next janam either. Must have blended with the Jyothi. Must be in Vaikundam. A star shining bright from the heavens.

Thank God for living my life during his time, being under his protective wings. For being showered with him unconditional love and affection. Who knows there is a real God or not. No dead person has come back to tell us if there is a God really. But when I think of my chithappa, I know God comes to us in human forms like him.


Vasudeiva Kudumbakam – the World Is My Family

Watching a series of You Tube videos of dusky Hindu girls marrying white American boys. Chanced upon them accidentally. Since Google watches your every footstep, I guess these are recommended for me in You Tube just because I watched one mixed wedding video last week. Now I have a queue waiting !!!

Beautiful, is all I can say. No doubt the marriages will survive their lifetimes because, divorce normally never happens from the Hindu side. I have been told as such. I have seen Chinese girls marry duskiest Malaysian Indian men during our days in the south east Asian country. One chinese girl confided, marrying a Hindu Indian automatically begot you stability and security. They (the Indian men) are not bad. They are dependable and would not abandon families. In today’s times when rape incidents from India are making headlines in BBC, this is something I would like to remind myself always. Sometimes I think like fellow Indians, this is some agenda by the west. Tarnishing the image of the Hindu society systematically in the eyes of the world. Rape is a crime that happens around the world, not denying how heinous it is. Why focus and cover the rape crimes in India around the clock with such a precision?

Many Hindu men also marrying foreign girls. There are two mixed marriages in my extended family already. A distant boy cousin married a French girl. An other distant niece married a white American guy. Coming from a background where most of our marriages are arranged, I really have a tough time believing this… but it’s happening. Happening more and more … I saw the wedding video of my very conservative Hindu ex-male colleague’s son marrying a white American girl. The parents were crestfallen in India. Very orthodox vegetarian family. But still how they welcomed the bride into their bosom is awesome. Forgetting the differences for the only reason that the girl is their son’s love, the extremely religious parents of the boy changed their heart in a minute which I know could be impossible for most Hindus. Language/race/religious barriers all swamped in one go!

About the weddings being solemnized as per Hindu traditions, I bow my head in respects to these foreign families who may be having equal reservations about their boys/girls marrying Indians (especially those born and raised in India). The thousands of years old Hindu culture and civilization has its ups and pluses. I don’t think any American parent would similarly tolerate/celebrate, should his/her son/daughter be marrying a muslim bride/groom. The Hindu goodwill is something that cannot be damaged how much ever Pakistan and/or China and/or our own liberals/Congress party/media/BBC try!

I found that nobody stared at you if you walked in America with a kumkum dot in your forehead, in fact they said a ‘hi’ ! A Sari is an accepted costume. In these trouble times, I really feel this is some phenomenal achievement for us the followers of the Dharma. We never disturb others/anyone. Hopefully the message is reached.

In the wedding videos, the grooms donning the white dhoti and sporting the vermilion tilak in their foreheads, the brides wearing the saris, and their entire families dressed up in Indian costumes is amazing! I’ve imagined nothing like this in the past!

A friend’s daughter recently married a Chinese guy. Of course in Hindu ceremony. As more Indian men/women travel abroad, more mixed marriages are happening than ever before.

As a parent I do not know if I am for or against this trend hahaha ! Because we say in Tamil, ‘a marriage is a 1000 year crop (to be harvested over generations)’ … good or bad, marriage has to hold good for us Hindus. Divorces are happening now here and there, still extremely rare. Remarriages do not happen easily still even in these modern times. Hindu couples live like the albatrosses – together for life even in this 21st century. And more importantly, most of our boys not just girls remain chaste until their marriages !!! Which makes an eligible Hindu bachelor/girl very unique. Plus if they are well qualified academically and well settled, … I don’t have to say what a hot catch they must be. My only wish is that, whichever westerner marries a Hindu boy/girl keeps that in mind. They are not marrying an average man/woman of the world. They are not even marrying a muslim in whose society ‘talak’ (divorce) can happen at the drop of a hat and women marry many times if they are up to it. Hindu society is exclusive. Unless someone is prepared to make our kind of lifelong commitment, they should not play with Hindu sensitivity. Our culture is too different.

But kudos to those guys who are still marrying the Hindu girls in spite of our complexities! And the girls who are marrying the Hindu boys! Wish you couples blissful married life! What a respect they hold for Hindu beliefs and how respectful and loving their families are!

Most Hindus also believe, we beget the same spouses for seven janams (births). Every Hindu woman prays for such an after-life and rebirth even if she could be married to a wife beater. Wife fasting for husband’s ‘ayush’ (longevity) happens only in Hindustan.

In India we say, when a boy and a girl marry it is not the individuals who are marrying. It is families that marry each other. That is the kind of relationships we nurture. We are nosy. We gossip. We backbite. We are conservative. We follow a strange culture. But we are solid like bedrock, we are dependable and trustworthy. Boring may be, but non-aggressive and hardworking and intelligent and spiritual. Whoever is fine with that, welcome!

Beautiful Indian bride with the Sindhoor in her forehead, loaded with antique precious gold and diamond jewelry, draped in finest of silks, given away by her parents… what a dream wedding… Hindu parents performing the ‘Padha puja’ (rinsing the foot of the groom as he is marrying their girl)… in Tamil we say, ‘kankolla kaatchi’  – the sight that even our eyes cannot behold! Hindu weddings are fun and frolic! Bride and groom have games to play, Oonjal (to be sat in swing to swing as couple!) etc! Marriages are minimum 2 day affair! Big fat Hindu weddings can run up to 5 days !!!

Finally, its the conscious choice and will of two consenting adults. The rest of us have no say in the matter. But as someone who has lived in different parts of the world for a brief while, as someone who has traveled even if for a wee bit only, I guess I can air my opinion here on mixed marriages. Going by the look of love in the eyes of the marrying couples, there is no doubt these marriages are made in the heaven!


Reverse the scene to India: Suppose a Hindu girl falls in love with an Indian Christian/Muslim boy. No marriage without the conversion of the Hindu girl to Christianity/Islam. Brainwashed thoroughly, the girl is one big loss to the family. On contrary, it is unbelievable watching the American/Australian/European groom marrying a Hindu girl in a wedding solemnized as per Hindu customs and traditions – on chanting of the Vedic Mantras, with the holy fire as the witness.

An Indian Christian/Muslim gets paid for marrying (or trapping) a Hindu girl – we are told. We call it ‘Love Jehad’ in India where Hindu girls are targeted by muslim youth, pursued and married after conversion. Pricey catches. Curtains down with the girls donning the burka. The bond with the Hindu girls’ parents/family is forever broken.

Hindu girls are shouldering the responsibility of carrying forward the 10,000 year old native culture that has no founder, no Bible, no Vatican, no Pope. So every time a Hindu girls marries outside the community, it is our concern as we are a dying race already.

Be One Person Less Harming Mother Nature

Its not the question of whether Hindus are victimized in India or not. Its not the question of Supreme court interfering in Hindu affairs, not a question of what is legal and what is illegal. Its not the question of whether this is Christian agenda or Islamic agenda. It is not the question of whether this is a political vendetta. It is just that I want to be one person less harming Mother Nature.

We have all grown up lighting fireworks for Diwali. It is not that I am totally unaware of the pollution caused by vehicular exhausts or air-conditioners or factory effluents. It is still this small bit I want to do for Mother Nature – by lighting less number of oil lamps, by staying away maximum from fire works, by forsaking chemical Holi colours, by refusing to bring home a Coloured Ganesha.

There are more ways I show my love and respect to Mother Nature, Mother India: by swearing to keep off Kumbh Mela, by swearing not to bathe in rivers. My reverence for nature has no bearing to Christian conversion spree in India or Islamic terrorism.

I believe I am no less Hindu, following what my heart tells me in the matter.

I don’t believe either I have to be defensive about my stand. In the name of Hindu God, i wouldn’t want to do more harm to Mother Nature than has already been done.

An occasional sparkler is fine. After all, from 500 walas to 5000 walas, i have not left anything undone in last 50 years’ Diwalis in my life. As I grow older, I want to show love more explicitly to Mother India, Mother Nature that has got nothing to do with Singapore or Malaysia or America or London or Middle East. I want to be that one person less harming Mother India – Mother Nature.

Why Late Reaction From 80s Teens?

India now has changed a lot, lot since the turn of the millennium. The working atmosphere for women has seen a drastic change. Of course, women who graduated in 2000s cannot be just as naive as we girls were, growing up as teens in the 80s. If a woman does not speak up in present age, there are grounds for her to be questioned on.

Not in our conservative times. Suppose in 1980s you tell your father that a boy is daily waiting outside your typewriting institute (roadside romeos in those days were a torture) or following you to school/college, the next minute your extra classes or even education could get terminated. Worse, you stood the risk of being married off the next day!

Now, parents need not have to get into picture at all. Today’s girls are bold enough to take on nuisance cases by themselves.

I can’t believe our fathers used to walk us to friends’ homes in those days ! I used to go for group studies with friends whose houses were only a few streets away. If it ever got late (late means after 6 pm dusk), friends’ father or brother would walk me home!

Strictly no staying out of home after 6 pm without adult company.  No sleep-overs. Absolutely no socializing with boys/men, strictly no male friendship. Not even boy’s shadow was allowed to fall on us!!! We lived in an entirely girls’ hemisphere where men existed only in Mills & Boon romances!

Once we girls came off age, even public appearance in relatives weddings and other celebrations used to be restricted !!! Not a century back. I am talking of the 80s.

When I joined work for the first time, my uncle came with me (we took a bus) to check out if my workplace was safe for me.

After I got married, my father-in-law brushed aside my protests and came with me to my office, up to my desk in fourth floor! My male colleagues went aghast that the old man actually was there to see if his new daughter-in-law was in safe and secure company!!!

This is how my generation of girls/women grew up. Over-protected. So is this male chauvinism. Certainly not. Only if you have grown up feeling safe and secure under the wings of your father or brother will you know the difference between chauvinism and protective affection.

Therefore talking out anything in public was difficult for us. Believe me or not, either we were ‘shy’ or we were ‘scared.’

I have remained for months without conversing with the men who worked with me. The reason was, I kept hearing them discussing women and labeling any woman who was chatty and jolly as ‘easy.’ I preferred to be called ‘the snob.’

A friend reminded me how in my all-girls school, teachers started ‘screening’ us girls for busty figure right from standard 7 (12 years). School teachers were like our own mothers – that is how we saw them. A few rounded girls in my class were singled out and asked to cover themselves up ‘proper’ ! Their parents were summoned to school! We actually lived through such a phase !

Today in the same city, same country, how are teenagers. When my son was in Chennai, his school/college girls used to come home in briefest shorts and shoulderless tank tops ! Driving cars or scooters in that condition ! Mostly the girls would drop him if I would ask him not to take out car in late night – because girls’ parents were more liberal than me !!! Most times in sofas they would lean against each other in front of us elders, slapping pinching touching each other … we parents tolerated ! Not a word of reprimand ! Of course my mother-in-law would mutter under her breath ‘pethavala seruppala adikkanum’ (meaning the girls’ mothers) ! But even she knew that times were changed.

Yet when I step out of my home in Chennai even today,, I have my mother-in-law asking me to cover up with dupatta if I ever don a kurta without a shawl. It angers me, but I obey because after her I know I won’t have anyone in my life to chastise me like this. Of course if she is not around, I dress as I please !

Even now it is good to have my imposing mother-in-law with me when my aircon is getting serviced. The way her eyes would never leave the servicemen would make them flinch ! I can’t believe my MIL rears up like a mother hen to protect me in this age! It only brings a smile to my face although sometimes it is irritating.

My temple gurukkal (priest) was home last time to give me ‘prasad.’ A bachelor in his early 30s, when he was chatting me up for a few minutes, my MIL who was not in the scene showed up without announcement. In fact I had left my front door ajar as the man was in. I was wondering how to ask him to leave soon. My MIL brusquely told the man, ‘you have given her what you came to give her, why linger???’ The embarrassed man made a hasty retreat and I am not sure whether I will see him again anywhere near my residence! This has also happened to my christian neighbour once that he started running the next moment whenever he saw me after ‘treatment from my MIL’ for daring to come up to my door to exchange a few words! Such a blunt and heads-on approach! However it has its counter effect, silencing women like me at the same time.

My generation therefore is the last one that still hesitates to speak up. We are caught in between two different ages. We think of the relationships, the family friendships that will get ruined if we expose some bad apples in our lives. We ponder over the ramifications and long term repercussions. We are concerned about family reputations and the offenders’ family’s as well. There is so much at stake. Just like that, it is impossible to point out fingers for us and take on someone.

Years back I guess I blogged about the shoe guy. I don’t want to go into it again.

Another glimpse into early 90s: I got used to working with men for months that when I married, I went and sat next to my father-in-law in the sofa at home quite comfortably! I am the fourth and last daughter-in-law in the family. Eyebrows raised, I belatedly understood that it was not expected of me to take the seat so close to my FIL who was bemused. He was a great man to whom I was like his own daughter. But others did not approve of it. Immediately I was tagged ‘bold’ by my family.

Since 2000s, we teenage girls of the 80s have sort of become old school. But our patience and tolerance have only stood us in good stead over time. I am kind of indecisive and vague about the ‘Me too’ India. In current times, you have to speak up or you have to let it pass for good, I guess. We did in our times, as we had reasons.

A couple of years back in Middle-east when I and my friend were shopping, the salesmen who were Sri Lankans were singing lewd Tamil songs at us and discussing us like mango/apple sizes. Penalties are heavy in this part of the world. The men risked their jobs and visas. But we kept quiet and did not report, as we thought of the boys’ families back home who were expecting their pay checks. Now again our generation maintains a stoic silence, because we are more mature than ever before and we look beyond at times and events unfolding long into future unlike these petty men can ever. Boys half your age. You don’t feel angry at them. All you have for them is pity.


PS: ‘Me Too’ may be funny and trivial to some sarcastic insensitive men, especially (who knows) (b*******) suspected predators themselves.  As some say, it does bring a sense of closure to women who come out in the open breaking silence of years/decades at last. Baring their heart and mind of the junk may make a psychological, emotional difference. I started blogging for this reason chiefly. It’s a release that is all.