March 21 - 22
A business trip to Puducherry (or Pondicherry) took us to Ramanashram - the karma-bhoomi of Bhagwan Ramana Maharshi. Visiting the ashram was one divine experience, truly unforgettable. The new prayer hall and the Samadhi sthal in particular get you in a trance of sorts - just imagining how the place would have been in Maharshi's times. His room is well maintained, complete with bed, belongings and other artefacts of the room. My limited knowledge of Ramana chiefly emanates from the pioneering book "Self Realization - the life and teachings of Sri Ramana Maharshi" by B V Narasimha Swami, noted lawyer and scholar of yore.
Such is the flowing account of the book that the actual walk round the holy place seemed akin to a recalled experience of a past visit. I collected two rare books on Kavya Kantha Ganapati Muni, Maharshi's ardent disciple and illustrious Sanskrit scholar.
The ashram library is simply awesome, not only for its diverse collection but the discipline and decorum with which things go about here. Worthy of adulation and emulation in the same breath.
Unfortunately, the scene outside the ashram leaves much to be desired. Stench, if not filth, is a common feature of the town which solely thrives on the legend, much like Shirdi and Shegaon. Fancy commercial outlets have made a divine mess of the place with all kinds of Maharshi merchandise displayed from wherever possible. To make matters worse, rash drivers of buses, taxis and rickshaws seem all set to ride over you at any moment of the day. Luckily, our visit was during the off season (or half-season as the resort guy told us) else, life would have been more chaotic. Thank god for that!
Now, we don't expect people at such places to be blessed with halos of enlightenment round their heads but why should even the basic civic sense be amiss is truly baffling. Clearly a tragedy for a town that was sanctified by the great Maharshi years ago, who traveled all the way from Madurai to reach this place before he set foot on the Arunachala Hill. In fact, the Maharshi had to make a long detour as he was unaware of the Villupuram - Tiruvannamalai - Katpadi branch railway line opened in 1892. He went by the Madurai - Egmore track on August 29, 1896 which showed Tindivanam as the nearest point to reach Tiruvannamali. Thanks to a co-passenger's prompt advice, a Moulavi who was eager to help the 'young tapasvi', he alighted at Villupuram and after much hardship, bought a ticket to Mambalapattu. From Mambalapattu, he walked all the way to Kilur, yet twenty miles away from the destination. Here,he pledged his earrings to secure a railway ticket to Tiruvannamalai and finally arrived here on the historic day of September 1, 1896
Back to our insignificant slice of history. Luckily, the Arunai Anantha Resort was just the place one looks for in a religious township. Clean and hygenic, it proved reassuring despite no frills whatsoever to entice its guests. The noon Thali however, was a real treat. Much to our surprise, it also included a couple of delicious chapatis apart from the usual tempting fare of sambar, rice, payasam, rasam and staple vegetables.
A firang couple made their way into the canteen immediately after us. Their conversation with the receptionist-cum-cashier-cum-attendant seemed endless...but entertaining nonetheless. Like the thali, it went round and round:
Firang guy: "Lunch?"
Attendant: "Yes, Thali" (making a circular motion)
Firang gal: "what lunch?"
Attendant: (Gesture of pradakshina)
Firang guy: "Tomato soup?"
Attendant: "no ..'wonly' thali..rice, bhaji, papad"
Firang gal: "Jeera rice?"
Attendant: "No jeera, 'wonly' rice... in thali" (round gesture)
Firang Guy: "Daal Fry?"
Attendant: "No fry, only Daal... in thali" (this time sans the 'merry go round')
Firang guy and gal in unison (as if in a sudden blaze of spiritual enlightenment): "Ahaaa! OKaay!"
Attendant: "Thali want?" (eyes sprakling in anticipation)
Both: "yes, want...want..."(equally excited)
Attendant: "ok 2 want?"
Both: "Yes, 2 want..."
Unlike what seemed most likely, they seemed to relish the food, even the rice sans jeera.
It's after Krishnagiri that the smooth ride gets a jolt, immediately following the right for Tiruvannamalai. This diversion turns into a small lane of sorts beyond a point. No map cares to let you explicitly know but you need to pass through the shabby railway crossing of Samalpatti and then turn left towards Uttangiri before you proceed for Tiruvannamalai through Chengam.
The last leg from Samalpatti to Tiruvannamalai proves slightly prolonged, replete with potholes and traffic ... more so, if you are travelling at odd hours. We had left Chitradurga at 5 am in the morning, so it was not a big deal reaching the Arunai resort by 12.30 noon. But in case you are planning a visit, time the last leg suitably.
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