Sarvam Brahma Mayam
Kunti's wisdom:
My dear nephew krishna, I want to be constantly harrowed by sorrows; for only during times of great misery do we really take comfort in your divine name...
The distant rumble off the densely populated venkatnarayana road slowly dissipates across the by-lanes before it reaches the kalyana mandapam nestled in a tiny corner behind a quaint and beautiful house constructed ages ago; the house retains an aura of the unhurried past, and is unflinchingly stubborn in not keeping up with the meaningless fast paced life of the present. The house looks at the people with the same disdain it has for the current generation, and mocks at us from behind the lovely thulasi plants and parijaatham blossoms.
The dazzlingly lit temple on the ekadasi of the maargazhi month is subtly inviting the chilly wind of the evening to gently comb the wasps of the arali plant that she blushes red by her beautifully blossomed flowers. Raaman looks imposing in his new attire flanked by the valorous Lakshman and the divine Sita. The parama padha vaasal conjures the image of the sight of Maha-Vishnu and Maha-lakshmi in procession followed by a never-ending retinue.
Renganathan opens his eyes, and the illusion sweeps us, and we succumb to the maayai of his grand theatre, as he laughs at his joke and the Maha Lakshmi tries to suppress a smile that has surreptitiously gathered at the corner of her lips.
Kunti's wisdom:
My dear nephew krishna, I want to be constantly harrowed by sorrows; for only during times of great misery do we really take comfort in your divine name...
किं वचनीयं किमवचनीयं
किं रसनीयं किमरसनीयम्
Ah. The wind amplifies the sounds of the rustling of the leaves in this beautiful month of maargazhi, and you do not wish to wake up in the morning! Come now, get up. Look at that amma selling kola maavu. She has a scarf around her head trying to muffle out the sounds of her life and the cold from the headwinds. of her life. I have to say, the breeze sways the kovalai of the paalkaaran on the cycle beautifully, interfering beautifully with the song of the wind to produce random notes! Have you seen the newspaper boys yet? They are in a hurry, well, they should be. The winds are strong and a little carelessness can make things very uncomfortable.
किं पठनीयं किमपठनीयं
किं भजनीयं किमभजनीयम्
The distant rumble off the densely populated venkatnarayana road slowly dissipates across the by-lanes before it reaches the kalyana mandapam nestled in a tiny corner behind a quaint and beautiful house constructed ages ago; the house retains an aura of the unhurried past, and is unflinchingly stubborn in not keeping up with the meaningless fast paced life of the present. The house looks at the people with the same disdain it has for the current generation, and mocks at us from behind the lovely thulasi plants and parijaatham blossoms.
किं बोद्धव्यं किमबोद्धव्यं
किं भोक्तव्यं किमभोक्तव्यम्
The dazzlingly lit temple on the ekadasi of the maargazhi month is subtly inviting the chilly wind of the evening to gently comb the wasps of the arali plant that she blushes red by her beautifully blossomed flowers. Raaman looks imposing in his new attire flanked by the valorous Lakshman and the divine Sita. The parama padha vaasal conjures the image of the sight of Maha-Vishnu and Maha-lakshmi in procession followed by a never-ending retinue.
सर्वत्र सदा हंस ध्यानं
कर्तव्यं भो मुक्ति-निदानम्
Renganathan opens his eyes, and the illusion sweeps us, and we succumb to the maayai of his grand theatre, as he laughs at his joke and the Maha Lakshmi tries to suppress a smile that has surreptitiously gathered at the corner of her lips.
