Srimate ramanujaya nama:
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I always liked children. Their casual ways and innocence would always make me feel the world was, after all, a good to place to live in.But these children of Gurukulam seemed special. I couldn't reason why. Vaguely thinking thus, I trampled the stones on the roadside and proceeded to my friend’s house at the other corner of the street. At the junction of the streets, I looked right and seeing the Ranga Ranga Gopuram and the doors of the temple, bowed my head down while my legs kept moving unhindered by my effort to slow down.
Past many houses, one house had its lights on and I identified it as my friends. He was awaiting me and was a little too anxious at my delay as though I were a child. Even before I spoke, he began heaping accusations at the railway department for conspiring with the doctors to raise the blood pressure of travellers, bestow them with diarrhea, cause nausea, cardiac arrests, kidney failures and all other possible medical conditions.
I put out his fumes by explaining that the train arrived on time but I was riveted at the Gurukulam that resided at the end of the other side on this street. His faced resumed the calm countenance characteristic of him and he listened. I asked him about t
he Gurukulam since he was a fellow resident of the same street in which it stood. He knew a good deal.
He knew children came there from various places, lived there for some years and learned things. He enlisted what he knew : Vedas, aagamas and divya prabandham. To my further questions, he was unable to answer convincingly and asked me to meet the volunteers of the Trust, mentioning the place where I could meet them. His mother directed me to brush and bathe. In between the brushing and bathing, I requested a cup of coffee. She, rather ruefully, told me I was no different from her son in asking for coffee before bathing. Murmuring to herself the ills of coffee-addiction, she prepared a steaming cup and thrust it into my hands.Under her scrutinizing eyes I gulped it earnestly with every instinct of me suggesting she would pluck it out of my hand in between the gulps.
With a quick bath, I set forth to catch up with the utsavam and met the temple elephant carrying a lot of vessels filled with the holy Cauvery water. I asked for the details and a kind person in the Veda goshti told 18 silver vessels and 1 golden vessel was placed atop the Andal elephant. The honeyed air from the nadaswaram and quick beats of the mirudangam filled me with indescribable joy. It felt so mangalakaram. I left the elephant and its entourage and proceeded to the entrance of the temple which welcomed me with
“Ranga Ranga”. I went to each sannidhi, my favourite being Sudarsanar and Ramanujar sannidhi. The high vibrations in Sudarsanar sannidhi and the serene air of Ramanujar sannidhi have always held me in awe.
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