Flexibility and farsightedness of Sri Ramanuja.

Sri Ramauja distilled Si Vaishnavaites concepts from works of earlier acharyas, aazhwars, puranas and veda's and organised it into a distinct sect within the Hindu fold..

The emphasis on strict adherence to only one god   Narayana  even forbidding the followers to worship another by persuasion and not coercion, embossing Shanku, chakram on forearm on all who belong to this sect  and the acceptance of any one to this fold irrespective of caste or creed with the only rider that of total devotion toVishnu/narayana and injunction to consider the true devotees of Narayana at par with Narayana himself and directing all others to show them greatest respect and standardising temple rituals , makes me wonder if such reforms that includes conversion  and absorption which was unthinkable 1000 years back  emanating from a Brahmin at his times was all due to reaction to Ghazni and earlier Arab invasions.

Whilst Adi Shanakara had to contend with Buddhist influence and tried to counter it by debates and setting up mutts an idea that  may  have been borrowed from  very same religion he tried to counter --buddists monastries,  to propagate Hinduism systematically  Sri ramanuja had to contend with influence of Islam and probably had the far sight to quickly adapt some of its salient feature like one god ,equality       and, conversion so as to counter its spread.

Sri Ramanuja and his views were welcomed and adapted by the high and low in Tamilnadu, Karnataka and Andhra but was repugnant to the higher class and castes in kashmir, Kerala and Orissa ,when he went their with his views and was  physically  thrashed and was chased away from their domains since they wanted the existing inflexible order to continue much to the detriment of the religion and its influence they  so much wanted to preserve.

Nourishment.

The trees , creepers and shrubs in the park were covered with flowers as alluring as the next .
The naganandi tree was also bedecked with those pinkish rose coloured highly aromatic flowers whose heady fragrance stroked me gently as it drifted over as i sat underneath as is my practise for the last 12 years .A small rest after the ritual  morning walk which in the first half of this long period was characterised by the need to get into shape whilst the on going second half was mainly to re affirm  and reassure my connections with all that is routine and normal .

A flock of creamy yellow butterflies were all crowding over a bush that had very small bunches of flowers with tiny tubes and petals.They were not interested in bigger flowers which looked more attractive and some even more highly scented than those tiny orangish red tubular flowers  and therefore their choice surprised me.As my point of view is that bigger and attractive  the flower more would its nectar be but to the butterflies whose sustenance are the flowers knew instinctively which flower had the sweetest and most nourishing nectar to enable them to complete their life cycle,how ever small and insignificant such flowers appear to worldly  wise eyes.
The banquet was over in few minutes and in a instant the creamy haze dissolved in the greenery .A few stragglers ,rust and black coloured butterflies flitted on to those flowers and flitted away immediately .Obviously ,the sweet nectar had been emptied out by that earlier flock.

wtitten on30 .12.13

Transformer.

Two days back electricians were fiddling with the transformer near my bedroom.The jarring  scraping sound of metal  worked upon by metallic saw and sparks flying from a joint stopped thereafter .The stereo fonic tapping's on my ceiling that can be compared to the piercing jabs administered by mahouts with their sharp and small axes on the elephants they ride to control it  lost its intensity and became muffled.I think it was on the  day-Saturday ,late in the morning that  the much touted ordinances  on graft was sought to be hurried through ,was  being considered but dropped by the cabinet in the evening   and news flashed that elections would be announced soon.
                                                                                                                           .I wrote my diary that morning after a lapse of nearly 10 days ! The trigger was the killing of policemen by naxals in Chattisgarh and i linked that news item in the daily to my blog on big brother because of the earlier genuine link and felt absolutely frustrated at being constantly needled so as to vent my emotions directly on the blog which is public ,[which normally i never would do so ], that could be detriment to others lives and wished fervently that a strong leader  would emerge in the coming elections who would wipe out this Maoist menace that is eating lives and development ,from India and ended it saying had enough of their deadly harkatens--mischiefs.By writing this first thing in the morning on a crucial image makeover day ,probably i signalled the end of this regime hence the futility to  who ever was fondly nursing a dramatic comeback .I suppose the carefully stoked aggression went haywire and boomeranged.Soon after i wrote this the maid washed the stairs symbolically,   since she does  it only on Sundays and left my portion in the landing with the kolam [rangoli] intact, whilst washing off  2 other neighbours.

So part of my torture is over .Some sick politician was bent on screwing my mind non stop to derive inspiration/josh  with a sickening perversion from my latent aggression stoked to exploding point deliberately by constant provocations that reached its peak in the kharbode incident  that conveniently co incided with  the prolonged  indecisiveness in  govt formation in Delhi by AaP. Hope that creep goes to hell.In comparison,the other tortures sort of pale into insignificance.[ on reading this nectar must be flowing into pf/ kgb and co 's beings[worthless /spineless /conscience less scums]  for providing the proof of their loyalty and sycophancy to their political masters-

The next part of my torture  viz constantly watching my every move through cameras should be at the most 2 months away  when this govt concedes defeat ad the next takes over with the hope that the next one would have a confident leader at the helm who wouldn't take recourse to such or continue with this shady practise that is at once  demeaning to any  person leading the country of a billion as well as dehumanising a citizen.

If  the utterly ethic less media persists  i 'll get a private electrician to remove the spy cams bugs etc who will be amenable without the threat of a central agency hanging over his head.Even if that fails ofcourse there is the police ,amenable and considerate politician,etc.yeah yeah ppts jump in joy i have mentoned you all at least once favourably and indicated  my slight inclination to surrender to the almightyswrapped in their own importance tch tch  what a fall what a fall or rather what a insecurity  that needs constant reassurance from a very ordinary person like me and you ppts are supposed to lead us all fearlessly from the front !

There is a saying in Tamil --Passithalum puli pulai thinadhu  meaning A tiger will not eat grass even if it is starving.Hope  this saying  holds good to the next supreme political cum   governmental  leader of this country.

Isiliye--this is why.

''Senthamizh naadu yennum podhinile inbha then vandhu puyudhu kaadhinile'' meaning --On hearing the word tamilnadu sweet honey flows into my ears --are the emotional words penned by SubramaniBharatiyar an nationalist poet of the past century.
These  very lines came to my mind on watching a woman  on u tube in a net daily, trying to decode Modi's popularity under the heading 'isiliye 'in her own way[which i don't remember now] and i decoded it in the above way .
which is that he so often speaks of 'is  Desh' .and the inherent potential of this country with such obvious pride that it is sweet music to ears starved for long decades specially the past decade that didn't hear any leader mention the word 'My country' in any debate or speech or interview like as if it was no longer fashionable or the 'in thing' to do.

No doubt 'vasudev kutumbham' --viz  The whole world is a family, is a very noble world view but to a person like me who may appear shallow and narrow to all those 'mahanu bavos' -meaning August persons of noble assembly', it  is the word  desh , Bharat mata ki jai  ,Vande mataram and my country and so on that is like a dash  of sweet nectar drenching  my being .
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Thirupavai--14.

Ungal puzhakadai thotathu vaviul
sengazhuneer vainegizh aambalvai koombhinkaan
sengal podi koorai venpal thavathavar
thangal thirukoil sangiduvaan podhandhaar
yengalai munnam yezhuipuvaan vai pesum
Nangai! Yezhundhirai naavudaiyai
sangodu chakaram yendhum thadakaiyan
pangayak kannanai pade lorembavai!

Meaning:

Lotus have bloomed in the pond in your backyard and lilies have closed their petals.

Sanyasi's whose teeth are white without any stain [by not chewing betul nut,paan]and wearing saffron clothes are proceeding to their sacred temples to blow the conch!

Dear youngwoman ,you had promised to wake us up but haven't kept the promise ,yet you are not ashamed ! We  concede that you do posses the ability to  talk sweetly,

Arise to sing the praises of the lotus eyed one who beholds the conch and chakra in his sinewy arms.

Thirupavai--13

Pullinvai keendanai polla arrakanai
killikalaindhanai kerthimai paadipoi
Pilaigal yellorum pavai kalambhukkar
velliyezundhu vyazhan urangitru
pullum silambinkaan podarik kanninais
kulla kulira kudaindhu neeradadhe
palli kidathiyo? pavai ! nee nanallal,
kallam thavirndhu kalandhe lorembavai

meaning:
All the girl have reached the place where the penance has  to be performed, singing raises of one who Tore open the mouth of the bird , the form taken by Bhakasuran and of the Bhagwan who effortlessly plucked the 10 heads of the wicked Ravana.

Venus has risen and Jupiter has set[indicating the break of dawn]and birds are calling out welcoming the dawn.
Little girl ,blessed with lotus like as well as doe like eyes  avoid the deceitful enjoyment of thoughts of Krishna all by yourself by lying on the bed .
Instead awake and arise and join us in bathing in this very chilly  but auspicious morning.

Wish for the day. 1.3.14

Hope a strong leader emerges in the coming elections who would wipe out the maoist menace and save young lives in the defence forces by throwing away the junks and by obtaining sound and latest equipments.