Demise of Raahukaalam

Before starting, let me give a warning -This article contains objectionable content. Girls, read it at your own discretion; Guys, go ahead – you won’t regret spending 5 minutes of your life reading this ;)

Vivek was in a dilemma. It is almost 7:25 and he has to leave home within the next 5 minutes for his University exams and he hasn’t answered nature’s call yet! Unusual sleep timings always altered his bowel movements. Today, even after two attempts, he was unable to get a satisfactory result.

But as he was dressed up and about to leave at 7:25 he suddenly felt the nature’s call. He had 2 choices before him, either to start now and ignore the call or undress, unload the burden and start from home during Rahukaalam, and face the worst!

Rahukaalam is a certain period of time every day that is considered inauspicious for any important task, according to Indian astrology. Raahu is the northern most point of the intersection of the ecliptic with the orbit of moon, and was considered as one of the nine planets, by early Indian astronomers. Rahukaalam is the time period during which Raahu is supposed to have the power to swallow Sun, and is hence inauspicious!

Vivek was brought up in a religious family. His parents were really superstitious and gave real importance to beliefs such as Raahukaalam. They never went for a function nor decided on any important matters during those times. He too made it a practice to avoid Raahukaalam when he was to do anything important, especially exams.

He was doing his 1^st year B Tech in Electronics Engineering at one of the prominent private colleges. He has his Basic Civil Engineering exam today at 9 and his van was due to come at 8. 

The whole dilemma existed because on Mondays, Raahukaalam is from 7:30 to 9 am, which means that he should start before 7:30 from home so as to avoid the evil charm of Raahu, even though his bus stop was just 5 minutes walk from home. 

He finally decided to leave and keep his corporeal pressures under control.  He had a smile on his face, as he was walking down the road “Now, nothing can go wrong. Exam should be easy for me”

He slowly walked to the temple. He made it a practice to go to the temple before every exam, after he failed in Chemistry once in 7^th standard. The school authorities threatened that time, to send him off if he scores low again. Anyways it paid well; he never failed after that. In fact he used to top the class for many subjects and he was always confident about his ability to study. But, a year at Engineering College was tough for him; first of all he never wanted to be an Engineer, but had to choose it because he missed the entry to a medical college by a few hundred ranks. Kerala Government was planning to give approval for 5 new Medical colleges which gave him vain hope for a year, only to slacken in studies at his college. So at the end of first year, he was scoring really low on Internal marks, even below the class average and was really uncomfortable about it. He wanted to do well for the University exams, to cover up for his low Internals. This was the major reason why he didn’t want to take risk with Raahu on that day.

He prayed well and came out of the temple. Vivek was feeling slightly uneasy as the nature’s call was getting stronger. “Will I be able to hold on for another 3-4 hours, or should I go back home and clear myself off? But in that case, technically I would be leaving for exam during Raahukaalam and exam could be tough!”

He glanced at the road leading to home for a while, turned and walked towards the bus stop. “I don’t want to play with Raahu on this day”, he murmured.

He reached the bus stop at 7:45. It would still be 15 minutes before his van comes. Even as he waited, he began to get a pain down his belly and strong outward push down his rectum, at intervals. He was feeling really uneasy “I still have time; shall I take an auto rickshaw, go home, complete the procedure and come back?” Vivek wondered    

“No, leaving during Raahukaalam is the last thing I want before a tough exam as this. Also I am not so well prepared too. I definitely don’t want to take a risk”, Vivek has made up his mind for the last time, not to let worldly feelings hamper his faith.

Van came in about 20 minutes, each of those passing like hours. 

Once he was seated in the van, he felt better. He kept his back straight; if Newton’s third law is true, he must be safe in a seated posture, since for every outward force, the seat should exert an opposing force and hence he would be freed of any trouble. Vivek sat in the van taking deep breaths, promising himself to visit the lavatory once he reaches the college. 

But fate had its game to play. One tire of the stupid van got flat and the driver took half an hour to change it. All the while, Vivek was battling with Newton’s Third law. He wondered if it’s being called the Third law of “Motion” has anything to do with his present situation!

Finally he reached the college, 5 minutes before the scheduled start of the exam. Surprisingly, he wasn’t feeling any pressure now. He wandered around the corridor to see if the lavatory was free. But time played the spoil sport here. The Invigilator was calling everyone to enter the Exam Hall. Vivek paused for a moment to check if he was alright. He was feeling just normal, no pressures at least for the time being. 

He decided to take a chance and enter the Hall. “Shit, this time also I am the only boy in the entire examination Hall. This is the problem in having names starting with last alphabets”. With “V”, he was the last guy in his class and was grouped along with the girls. He wouldn’t have cared on any other day, but with a war raging in his belly, he was not at all comfortable of the idea of being in a class full of girls.

He settled down and collected the question paper. The chic from IT coming from his bus stop was in the same seat as his. She smiled at him. ‘God, it would be really embarrassing if something happens beyond my control’ he thought as he smiled back.

5 minutes onto the exam, trouble started again. This time it was much worse than earlier. He tried to keep his cool and focus on the question paper.

Vivek has learned in his 12^th standard biology that there are two muscles which control exit of feces from body- the Internal Anal Sphincter and External Anal Sphincter; the former being involuntary and the latter being voluntary. It is the external sphincter that helps human beings to keep control of their bowel movement. His biology teacher in fact made a remark about crows not having control over its anal sphincter, because of which we at times get showered. 

For the first time in his life Vivek empathized with crows. He vouched never again to abuse a crow for shitting on him.

20 minutes into the exam he has not even started answering. He was glancing at the paper to comprehend the questions, but his mind was wandering elsewhere. He was analyzing the different possibilities of making an excuse and going to the lavatory. There was a younger professor and an older Lady, both of whom haven’t taught him yet. That was a bit consoling, as asking permission for this would have been really embarrassing to a familiar teacher. Also, asking the Professor would be a better option compared to asking the older lady. Now the problem was how to ask. Obviously he should take control of even the remote chances of the girl sitting next to him overhear it. Given the gossiping potential of girls, one girl knowing is as good as everyone knowing it!

Also he wasn’t sure how to phrase it “Sir, Can I please use the lavatory?” or “Sir, I think I have food poisoning, would you mind…”

Vivek suddenly felt the strong push down his rectum again. He remembered the Art of Living Teacher telling him how to focus on each body part and monitor its movement. Taking one deep breath, he tried to concentrate on his anal sphincter and tried to communicate with it “Dear sphincter muscle, please don’t let your master be dishonored in front of so many girls, Hold on…Fight for your master..Fight I say!!!”

A moment later, he felt a sticky wet feeling in his posterior “Ohh God, are you giving up on me?” Newton’s Laws also seem not to hold true anymore.

“Any moment it would start stinking and I will be a mere ass in front of all these girls!”

Vivek stood up and motioned the invigilator to come closer “Excuse me, Sir?” His hands were shivering. Invigilator looked up and stared with a puzzled look, without moving. 

“What the Hell! Can’t he come closer and ask? What is this moron paid examination duty fee for? Does he want me to say that I want to go to lavatory, in front of all these girls?”

Vivek moved out and walked up to the professor and leaning forward close enough, whispered “Sir, I want to go to the latrine, It is urgent”

Invigilator was taken aback by the quick movement. He stared back at Vivek, as if asking “Don’t you have one at your home, son?” 

A moment later he stood up and called to the elderly invigilator at the other end of the Hall, “Excuse me, Madam”

“God, what he is going to say?” Vivek felt a chill down his spine. The scene ran across his mind – the professor calling up to the Lady “Madam, this guy wants to go to latrine, Can we let him go ?” and all the 50+ girls bursting out laughing – “God, I would prefer the earth swallowing me this moment, as it did to Sitadevi, than face such a disgrace!”

“Sir, It’s urgent” Vivek’s voice was at his peak as he said it. But it worked. Whatever the actual intention of the professor was, he turned to Vivek as said “Yeah go ahead, and come back soon”

Vivek ran out of the hall to the toilet. He had the picture in his mind, of the two invigilators laughing at his plight. But this was the wrong time to think about what others think.

He reached the toilet in the blink of an eye. The sweeper aunty was near the toilet. He aired a weak smile at her and opened the door.

“Son, there is no water. Pipe is not working”, aunty said

‘Ohh God! why are you doing this to me? Wasn’t my situation bad enough?’ 

Vivek gave a pleading look at aunty not knowing what to do. Already his valve has given way and there is no question of holding on any longer. 

His expression must have been a strong request in itself, aunty suddenly said “its ok son, you carry on, I will fetch water from the well and keep it outside”

He heard half of it as he went inside; he was stripping as he heard the other half.

The damage was worse than what Vivek initially thought. Sphincter muscle seems to have been too generous that his underwear was sticking to his posterior. 

He pulled it off and sat on the closet seat……………….and………………….the flood gate was opened…………… Vivek experienced what the sages call as Nirvana, Liberation etc. That was a moment of joy when everything else seemed too trivial to him- his unfinished exam, soiled underwear, water-less closet ….everything…

“It must be the jack fruit that I ate after dinner”, Vivek thought while relaxing.

Aunty had brought water in a bucket and kept it outside. Vivek cleaned himself up and flushed the closet. 

Major problem lied ahead. Vivek wondered how to go back to exam hall now. The underwear can’t be worn without washing well. Wearing a wet underwear for the whole of exam is not a good idea; also, as it might stink. Also, there isn’t enough water remaining to wash it clean. If he leaves it in the toilet, aunty would definitely understand that it was him.

Vivek took the drastic decision. He took the underwear with 2 fingers, swayed it to roll into a bundle, taking care not to touch the sticky part and in a quick motion, he flipped open the ventilator and threw it out.

It would have fallen just outside the Principal’s office, if not on someone’s head. Vivek went out before anyone came running to find out who did this kind of an act. 

Aunty was there in the corridor, she was smiling. Vivek smiled back; He felt a motherly attachment towards her. For a moment Vivek wondered if he should hug her and cry “Thanks aunty, you are like God to me. Without you, I would have been in total mess”. 

‘No, I don’t have time. I have wasted almost half an hour of the exam’. Vivek voiced thanks to aunty and ran back to the class.

“What would the girls have thought as I was away? I don’t think they could have guessed that I had run to the latrine in the middle of the exam”, wondered Vivek as he was running “Or do they?”

Rather than letting them guess something Vivek decided to keep up the air that he has gone to puke.

‘Vomiting in the middle of exam is any day better than shitting, Besides the girls might actually think that I caught fever studying continuously for exam, leading to sympathies towards a studious guy, What say?’ His face brightened at this idea.

 Vivek mentally gave a pat on his back, found the nearest tap and washed his mouth and face, consciously allowing some water to fall on his shirt also. Then he entered the class with a battling-with-fever-to-write-exam look.

Partly to his dismay and majorly to his relief, all the girls were so engrossed in writing the exam, no one seemed to have cared that he was missing. 

The remaining hour and a half Vivek didn’t notice what was happening around him. He didn’t have the courage to make eye contact with any of the invigilators. He finished off the exam in time, skipping two essay questions though. But he was sure that he will pass and that was more than what he could expect on that day. He kept the answer paper at the table and went out of the hall without looking at the examiners.

Vivek realized that walking around without primary shield (or going Commando as per the vocabulary of Joey Tribbiani and Chandler Bing of FRIENDS) was not advisable for obvious reasons. In the remote chance of seeing something forbidden……………………Losing that control would be 100 times more disgraceful than people knowing that he lost control of alimentary canal in the exam hall.

Vivek ran to the van, found a secluded seat for himself and sat there. He kept his gaze fixed at the sky and with long deep breaths, recollected how Gautama Buddha renounced all worldly pleasures and lived an austere life. His friends couldn’t make out what happened to this otherwise cheerful guy. They assumed that it was the response to a tough exam. 

Finally after an hour and a half he was dropped at the bus stop. He got out and without turning back once, walked to his home, with short measured steps. He rushed opened his gate and pushed himself inside, putting an end to one of the most dreadful days of his life.

Never again did Vivek bother to check Rahukaalam, not even when he went for his IIM interviews! 

This story is aimed as a mockery of the undue importance that some people gave to superstitions (such as Raahukaalam, Evil eye, Horoscope etc), as against their own rationale. It is completely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to someone existing or dead is purely coincidental!

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Enlightenment to Individual, Opium to Masses

"Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, just as it is the spirit of a spiritless situation. It is the opium of the masses."  - Karl Marx

As I write this, an entire country is anxiously waiting for the verdict on an act by a bunch of religious fanatics 18 years ago, and praying that history will not repeat. Religion, by its true nature, should not take a form where it harms people, but sadly it does. I am trying to evaluate what is the actual purpose of religion in the life of humankind, what it is in the contemporary world and suggesting a few changes  that I feel is inevitable for a harmonious future.

Dearest Reader, there is nothing new in this article; the views expressed here have been proclaimed time and again by many eminent people who were depressed by the animosity in the world over something non-existent. I am doing my small bit in spreading the message, by repeating their words.

What is the purpose of religion?

Even as man is intellectually superior to the other beings, he is not clear of many aspects about himself; or rather he has numerous doubts because of his superior intelligence. It deceives him, to understand the vastness of this universe, how complex life is and what the purpose of his existence is. The function that religion serves in a man’s life is to provide answers to these unending questions he has – regarding his place in the world, purpose of life, what after this..

And that search to oneself is completely individual - One came alone in this world, he is alone in his search of the meaning, and he leaves alone. He might or might not realize the ultimate truth, but definitely he is alone in his spiritual search. Religion thus helps the lonely man to search for answers, during his life. He does not have to search anywhere else for this. The answer is within himself, but obscured. He can find the answer by introspection. Religion provides a framework for it.

Swami Vivekananda says that various religions are like the different pathways that lead to the same mountain top; the paths vary in the looks and terrain. But all paths inevitably lead to the same mountain top. Individuals can take whichever path they are comfortable with. It is immaterial which path you take, as the destination is the same.

Now, what is collective religion?

It is pretty obscure what is aimed at by the concept of collective religion. Finding a good teacher who can guide one in the search is still understandable. When the search for ultimate truth is individual and requires lot of introspection, what is the purpose of aggregating people on the basis on religion?

Now don’t say that religion groups people so that they can collectively introspect! That is not logical, and even it was so, it not what religion does currently!

We are given a collective feeling right from childhood. We project statistics like India has 80% Hindus and 18% Muslims – based on what religion they were born at. Has anyone asked these 1.2 billion people whether they are actually influenced by the ideologies of the religion to which they are categorized into? I am sure that majority of people who proudly claim to be Hindus have no clue about what are the fundamentals of the religion. They just remain so and are chauvinistic about it because they were born to it and were trained to believe that way. No religion is an exception to this.

Christ, Krishna, Buddha, Vivekananda and Mohamed were all great leaders. They all proclaimed the same ultimate path – the realization of God within oneself!

None of them wanted a religion to take collective form or be organized and oppose the other religions. They offered frameworks and guidelines so that an individual can explore himself and realize his place in this world. But comprehending this ultimate truth is possible only for the educated and thoughtful ones. So they delivered it in simple forms like stories, which could be understood by the masses. Masses have to be initially convinced about a God, separate from themselves whom they would be looking up to, until they could be made ready to accept the ultimate aspect of searching the ultimate god within oneself. And these stories got misinterpreted or were interpreted literally by the thoughtless followers.

Christ never employed Church to be an intermediary between himself and the people. All religious institutions are self- appointed middle-men who claim to be closer to God than the common mass and through whom alone the common man can reach God.

It was the need of the religious institutions to deify these leaders, lest they do not have an existence. And it is exactly in the name of these misinterpreted verses and deified leaders that people kill each other now.

It is because these institutions existence are based on these hyped stories that the Church has to warn people about the devil which has made Dan Brown write Da Vinci code and hence shouldn’t be read by any believer. Vishwa Hindu Parishad feels agitated when an artist of a different religion paints Sita as naked or as having affair with Hanuman. They took it as a national issue and got the artist exiled. All these for mythological characters whose existence is as obscure to the fanatics as is to the artist!

A different question is, was Mr. Hussain running short of characters which could be painted as naked or as having extra marital relations, for him to choose as sensitive a character as Sita ? Anyways VHP did a good job of marketing those pictures (with captions and explanations), which would otherwise have made no sense to the eyes of a common man ;)

Why shouldn’t religion be collectivized?

Two-thirds of the Jews in Europe (Six million innocent people) were systematically exterminated during the Holocaust.

British used the Hindu –Muslim divide as an easy tool. The cross border migration and the killings which ensued resulted in death tolls estimated to be between 5 lakh and 1 million. People found it better to leave their own land and migrate to a far off place and be with the ones of “their type” than being with their neighbors for a life time. Indian and Pakistan gifted each other with train loads of mutilated bodies of immigrants. The enmity is still far away from being solved.

India also witnessed a situation where a political party sponsored a massacre of innocent people belonging to one community for no fault of theirs. Fundamentalists felt like pulling down the temple of another religion (which should have been protected as a National monument) to build a temple for their own God! We also saw a Chief Minister giving silent approval for women and children of a different religion to be raped and butchered by fanatic mobs.

Thaslima Nasrin, in her brave work “Lajja”, gives a very vivid picture of the anti-Hindu sentiments in Bangladesh after the Babri Masjid demolition. Bangladeshi Muslims felt it necessary to take revenge on the Hindus in their country for what happened in Ayodhya – they felt more allegiance towards the unknown people in a different country whom they have never met and remorselessly took revenge on their own countrymen who stayed across the street.

All these are situations which led to deaths of thousands of innocent people, just because they had a religious identity!

What we need to notice here is that the madness of religion is not limited to a country - a religious riot in some part of the world will definitely have reverberations across the globe and has the potential to destroy a country or the whole humanity itself.

What was the rationale behind these acts – because they chose a different path towards knowing themselves than the perpetrators?

The problem lies in the act of Collectivizing religion!

People are kept in dark about the true purpose of religion. They are projected with a religious identity and asked to see others to be of a different type. Who is benefiting from this - the people? None of the religious institutions actually serve the purpose which it should actually do – help in people understand themselves. Instead they inject people with prejudices about themselves as well as others making them kill and harm others who apparently have done nothing to them.

Violence is always initiated by the fundamentalists and it is the common man who has to pay for it.

Collective religion is as harming as it is meaningless.

What change is required?

Something which caught my attention recently was an article in Hindu which quoted the words of the social activist Swami Agnivesh during World Religious Congress in Kochi. He said, “A child should have no religion upto the age of 18. Also, the government must ensure that there should not be any claims for religion or caste in school register or academic register".

I feel that this is a very important change that has to happen, that to as soon as possible. When religion is a path that one chooses to identify oneself or to realize god, how can parents or the society decide it? And what right does the school authorities or rather government has, to demand for the religion of a kid when a kid is joined to school.

Let the kid be joined to school without any religious identification. Let him be taught about the various religions and schools of thought across the world, including atheism and let him make an informed choice of the path that he wants to follow in his life. This would raise the brows of quite a number of parents who want their children to be brought up in a particular faith. Fine, Parents can bring up their kids in their own religion. But that doesn’t need it to be mentioned in official records, does it?

Such a change is highly imperative in the case of a secular country like India. Why should a secular country keep a record of the faiths of its citizens? Does it make any significance in ones career or life? If the answer is yes, it means we are not truly secular.

It is when religion is in numbers that some organizations feel like pumping funds to ‘Save’(euphemism for ‘Forced Conversion’) the hapless from underdeveloped nations to boost their numbers. It is then that some feel it is their purpose of life to indulge in holy war and cleanse the world off infidels.

Epilogue

I don’t intend in any means to say religious faith is wrong. The path provided by any religion is the best when people follow it individually. When it is organized and collective, it takes the nasty form. People should understand that each religion represents different paths to self realization (or God) and we should respect every religion. If this realization is obtained, it will make no sense to see another human being as different or fight and kill each other over mythological figures - and the world would be a better place to live in.

As I already said, there is nothing new that I had to say. If I could make you pause for a second and reconsider your convictions, my purpose is served. Thanks for going through my blog :)

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Ayyappa is Buddha ?

TaktSang Monastery, Paro, Bhutan

 This article is not intended to question the faith or harm the sentiments of any devotee nor is it to disprove a popular view. It contains a bunch of arguments which appeared logical to me, majorly collected from internet and partly based on my observation, which gives an alternate perspective on the Dravidian God ‘Ayyappa’.

I recently went on a 4 day trip to Bhutan. I had heard in advance from a senior as well from the Tourist Guide that a trip to Bhutan is incomplete without a visit to the Taktsang monastery in the outskirts of Paro city.

So on one Friday early morning, we set out for our trek to Taktsang. It took us about 6 hours to complete the entire trek. It is a really tiring journey uphill, with slippery and steep portions, but the experience that we get at the top is worth the entire trouble. A view of the beautiful waterfall which sprinkles icy water as we cross a wooden bridge over the stream and the beautiful Taktsang Monastery - an awe inspiring structure, built on a vertical cliff, appearing to defy gravity is a once-in-lifetime experience.

I was amazed at the similarities between the monastery I saw and Sabarimala temple in Kerala that I have been to, many times.

The journey to the monastery involves a 3 hour trek from the road through the forest, similar to the trek to Sabarimala temple. Buddhist monasteries are generally located deep inside the forest, on mountain tops etc where they can lead an austere life peacefully and far from civilization, unlike Hindu temples which are mostly located in populated areas. Sabarimala is also located far inside the forest, in the middle of 18 hills in Western Ghats, the area coming under the Periyar Tiger Reserve. Just before the monastery, there are a series of steep steps, which reminded me of the “Pathinettam padi” or “18 steps” which takes us to the Sabarimala shrine. The legend related to Taktsang says that Guru Padmasambhava, who propagated Buddhism in Bhutan came to this place riding on a Tigress. Taktsang literally means “Tigers Nest”. Ayyappa’s legend also has a mention of him riding back home, on a tigress.

Even before going to Taktsang, I had read about the less popular view on Sabarimala and Ayyappa. There are quite a number of scholars who have given evidences to the fact that Sabarimala was actually a Buddhist shrine and Ayyappa was actually Buddha, rechristened during the revival of Hinduism and the subsequent exile of Buddhism.

 “Dharma Sastha”, the alternate name by which Ayyappa is known, suggests in similar lines. “Dharma” is a word which is of utmost importance to Buddhists. The 'Saranathrayam' of Buddhist disciples “Budham Saranam Gachami; Dharmam Saranam Gachami; Sangham Saranam Gachami” meaning “To the Buddha I go for refuge; To the Dharma (Teachings) I go for refuge; To the Sangha (Monks) I go for refuge” portrays Buddha and Dharma as destinations for ones refuge. Also “Sastha” is a widely used synonym for Buddha.

The chanting of Ayyappa devotees wherein they repeat the word Saranam is also interesting. There is no other Hindu God who is associated with the chanting of Saranam whereas it is an integral part of the Buddhist chants.

Ayyappa devotees making a pilgrimage are expected to lead an austere life for 41 days - follow celibacy and refrain from tobacco and alcohol and all carnal pleasures as well - unlikely of other Hindu pilgrimages. This is very much similar to the Buddhist principles which advocate renunciation and mental discipline.

Another interesting aspect to notice is the egalitarian nature of the Sabarimala temple. Devotees here are never differentiated on the basis of religion, caste or color. Everyone wears the same dress and addresses each other as “Ayyappa” or in other words each devotee considers each other as the God himself. This again isn’t in line with the Hindu system of differentiating people, but more similar towards the Buddhist principle of equality.

Ayyappa does not show his presence in any of the mainline Hindu scriptures, which are of Aryan origin. This is obvious as Ayyappa was a Dravidian God, who was absorbed into the Hindu mythology. Later Hindu works added him as Hariharaputra (Son of Vishnu and Shiva) who was born out of the love between Mohini(Vishnu) and Shiva.

The folk story of Ayyappa portrays him as the prince of Pandalam dynasty, the Pandalam King having adopted him on finding him as a baby in the shores of river Pampa. It is probable that the folk story was absorbed into the later Hindu scriptures, adding the missing link of the birth (story of Mohini and Shiva).

Ayyappa’s  legends speaks about him having a Muslim friend called Vavar who has helped Ayyappa. This also underlines the above fact, as Islam religion originated in mid AD 600s whereas most of the Hindu scriptures were composed in the BC era. The legend of Ayyappa must have originated at a time of religious harmony between Muslims and Hindus. The era of Pandalam Dynasty (1200-1500AD) of which Ayyappa’s legend is based on, also suggests the same.

It is interesting to note that Ayyappa is just one among the several Dravidian Gods including Tirupati Balaji, who convincingly seem to be rechristened forms of Buddha.

There is also convincing evidence that Buddhism had strong following in Kerala during early days. Lot of idols have been discovered across Kerala; the black granite statue of Buddha discovered in Alapuzha(Karumadikkuttan) being the most prominent. A 4 foot statue of Buddha has been discovered in Neyyattinkara as well. Karunagappally, Idappalli, Mavelikkara etc. have been pointed out as chief centers of Buddhism in early days.

Whatever be the truth behind it, with the limited knowledge that we have (and as history and mythology are never written by God himself), it is impossible to conclude on any of the presented views. It is actually immaterial to the millions of devotees of Ayyappa, to whom the egalitarian nature, the unique experience of controlling ones senses for an extended period, the toughness of the journey, the ambience and the energy felt among the devotees in the entire trip contributes to the ultimate satisfaction of the unique pilgrimage to Sabarimala.

Ayyappa and Sabarimala draw millions of devotees from across South India every year, making it the second largest annual religious gathering in the world after the Hajj.

References

http://www.ambedkar.org/Tirupati/Chap5.htm

http://www.chintha.com/keralam/sabarimala-history-myth.html

http://www.thrikodithanam.org/tidbits.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayyappan

http://www.rediff.com/news/dec/31rajeev.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religions_of_Kerala

On a lighter note, I feel this is an ideal topic for Dan Brown. He can start in his typical style – a Melshanti (priest) in Sabarimala getting killed on mysterious grounds, forcing the Travancore Devaswam board to bring Robert Langdon. He would then uncover lots of clues hidden across Kerala, Tirupati and some parts of North India, take some cues from Tibet and Bhutan and finally conclude that Ayyappa is actually Buddha. He can probably fall in love with the Meshanti’s beautiful daughter also, if he has enough time ;)

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India Untouched

A documentary which shook my faith in the religion that I was born to!

A must watch for every Indian, especially for those who believe that India is developing in all aspects and caste system is no more significant.

My Guiding Principles and Favorite Quotations

Some quotations and advices that I hold close to heart.

The notion that something you enjoy belongs to you, is the reason for all sorrows. You came empty handed, you will leave empty handed too ~ Bhagavat Gita

In a day, when you don't come across any problems - you can be sure that you are traveling in a wrong path ~Swami Vivekananda

I had the blues because i had no shoes, until in the street i met a man who had no feet

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned ~Buddha

Never wrestle with a pig. You get dirty and besides, the pig likes it. ~ Cyrus Chig

There is no free lunch in this world, except in mouse traps!

Never borrow money ~ My Dad

Lend money only if you are sure that the relation won’t be strained even if you don’t get it back!

~ Learned from my own experience

Certain things change in life, and they are never the same again. Don’t expect things to be the way you like ~ Again from my own experience

Pay no attention to what the critics say; there has never been a statue erected to a critic.

-- Jean Sibelius

The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself

 

Steve Jobs' 2005 Stanford Commencement Address

One of the most Inspiring Speeches I have heard

  

My Name is Vinumon (MNIV)

I have been thinking for a long time about starting my own blog. In fact I created a webpage- but couldn’t find a nice topic to start blogging with. Thanks to Rejath, I got one yesterday.

I was spending a wonderful evening in the company of a few friends. We had a nice time gossiping and pulling each other’s leg, when the discussion slowly moved to a topic which has become an inevitable element of any chats we have recently – Marriage alliances.

 Most of my friends have their parents looking for ‘eligible’ (a euphemism for rich) brides for them. My dad somehow seems to be least interested in exercising this privilege that ‘I have left’ for him. I thought of telling Rejath (an experienced and knowledgeable guy in this field) to look for suitable girls for me as well when he is bored looking for himself. He wasted no time to start teasing me about my name- “Vinumon S”. According to him no girl would be willing to marry a person with such ridiculous a name!

 We all had a good laugh on the comments that followed. Vijay was saying that my name would at the most be appropriate for a 7th standard guy wearing knickers and carrying a water bottle to school!

Rejath was generous enough to provide a solution also – Change my name as soon as possible!!

(To my non-Keralite friends, who have nothing better to do in your lives than going through my blog, ‘Vinumon’ is not a conventional style of naming. “Mon” (meaning son) is actually a way that you can affectionately call any kid. Parents and elders mostly address younger boys in that way. It would be like naming a kid as ‘Rahul beta’ or ‘Pooja beti’ in hindi, only difference being that it is a bit common in Kerala. Actually there are quite a number of ‘mons’ and ‘mols’(daughter) in my state, owing to the excess affection of their parents)

 Though they were all playful, it left me thinking for a while. I was taken back to a few confusions which lingered my mind some time during my high school days and college days.

The story starts about 25 years back.

13^th June, 1984 – That was when my parents had the ‘privilege’ to hold me in their divine hands. Even months before that, they had been thinking about an apt name for the useless kid they were about to receive. Being a sincere devotee of lord Ganapati, my mom had no second thoughts in naming me as “Vinayak”, so that they can conveniently call me “Vinu” at home. The plan was supposed to be implemented in 2 phases – to call me Vinu from the time I was born, and admit me to school with Vinayak as my name.

(The name Vinu is supposed to have been inspired from the name of the insane (!!) hero of the erstwhile block buster Malayalam movie- Thaalavattam)

The 1^st phase worked really well, and the name Vinu caught up among neighbors and relatives.

Problem arose when it was time to implement the 2^nd phase.

I got so used to my pet name and more addicted to the affectionate way of calling “Vinumonee” and I wanted to be named as Vinumon. The name Vinayak didn’t make much sense to me at that point of time. My parents’ version of the story goes that they ‘tried their best’ to convince me to put my name as Vinayak but I seemed to have been too adamant!

So my parents, who never bothered to ask my opinion on selecting even a shirt or pant for myself until I was 16, finally “succumbed to the pressure” of the 4 year old me!!

And I got my name, officially!!!

Things were going really fine until I was in 6^th standard. It was then that my class mates started rhyming it with ‘certain abuses’ in Malayalam and having dumb jokes like “Your grandson will have to address you as ‘Vinumon Apooppaa’. Though I used to get pissed off (and mentally abused them up to 3 previous generations), I mostly warded it off with a smile, trying hard to divert the topic to something harmless.

Actually, in school I had a company. A very close friend of mine, named Madhavankutty! I pitied him for his name. I would have hanged myself if I were named Madhavankutty !   

Ok, back to the topic, the teasing continued when I was in school and in the initial days of college. But it gradually stopped as people knew me closer. Most of my friends address me as “Vinu” and colleagues as “Vinumon” and I was comfortable with either. Still, there are a few buggers (mostly my close friends) who find my name amusing enough to drag it to any discussion and make fun of me. Now it has reached the limit that I am questioned with my right to ‘continue my legacy’

I think it is high time that I defend myself. Here it goes..

Go to any fish market and shout the name Lakshmi (or Arun) – you will see at least 5 faces turning back, including the customers, sellers, sweepers and most probably a few stray dogs as well. Same applies to the widespread names like Rahul, Kiran etc. As we go to the northern states they just choose from a limited basket of names. There are 17 Abhisheks and 17 Amits currently studying in IIMC! My point here is not to make fun of any name or to say that having a common name is stupid. It doesn’t serve the purpose of identifying a person. In that respect, my name identifies me uniquely. I was the only Vinumon in my schools, college, Infosys as well as in IIMC.

We have a former UN diplomat and Minister of State for foreign Affairs, called ‘Shashi’ ! We had an education minister called ‘Baby’ and industry minister called ‘Kunjalikkutty’. We are all proud of the Oscar winner “Resool Pookkutty”. I don’t think any of them ever felt that their name was a handicap to reach the position where they did. They all got married as well!

For that matter, will someone be considered as great and able, if they are named as Alexander or Asoka? Ironically our country has no dearth for God and Goddess-named convicts, including rapists and frauds and pimps!

My point is that a name doesn’t make anyone special nor does it demean anyone. Name is not a title that one earns because of his attributes or talents. It is just an easy way to identify one from the million others.  

In Kerala, naming a baby also gives a great opportunity for the parents to unleash their creativity. It is not uncommon when parents in Kerala invent names for their kids by appending their own names in some convenient way after trying numerous permutations and combinations. Less creative parents name their children with simple meaningless words as Byju, Jijo, Saju, Babu, Raju, Chinnu, Ranju…

My name at least has a meaning. Vinu in Sanskrit means “to spread”.

(I must admit that my parents had no clue about the meaning of Vinu when they actually named me. I found out that I was a meaningful person when I spotted it in some Sanskrit dictionary that I came across in a book store. I had a tough time explaining “What all I can spread” during my NITIE interview, when I boasted about the profound meaning behind my name. )

Ohh God!, having written this much I actually am feeling that my name is the best!

Even if it is not the best, it doesn’t give you a reason to make fun of me anymore if you have read my blog! I have batch mates in IIMC named Petchiappan, Thippeswamy, Korangi etc. Compared to theirs, mine is at least easier to remember and call (Sorry guys, if you ever happen to read this)

I had actually given serious thoughts on changing my name during a few occasions – like before appearing for 10^th exam and while I applied for my passport, when the formalities would have been minimal. Even now in case I want to change my name, it is just a matter of filling a few forms and publishing in Gazette. But I am lead by a few reasons which I value more than the ‘appeal’ of my name.

I had the privilege to see my ‘ridiculous’ name in many coveted places, including the final selection lists of Infosys as well as that of 3 IIMs. God willing, I am sure it would again adorn many positions in the years to come. I somehow feel that my name has always brought me luck.  And this is one among the few things that my mother left for me. There could be some reason, unknown to me, that my parents had when they chose this name.

So whatever it be, I am not willing to change my name, just for the sake of any dumb girl or her even dumber Dad, even if it means that I will have to spend my life as a bachelor. Moreover I feel that if someone is destined to become my partner, she will definitely come to me, irrespective of my name. This could in effect be a good screening process to ward off the incompatible ones amongst the fairer sex.

Vinumon Rockzzz !!

My sincere thanks to Rejath for my first blog.

Between,’Rejath’ in Malayalam means “silver”. I wonder what his parents thought while naming him- that he not as precious as Gold? I am sure if he had brothers they would have been named with other low value metals like Chembu(Copper) or Pithala(Brass) !!

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