It all started with a jolt I received in a Ram temple some years ago.
It was a fore-noon when I reached this temple of Rama,
situated some 30 km from Mysore, in a village called
the temple was not here some 10 years ago.
Prasna – Jyothisha told that a Ram temple was buried in this area.
the moolavar thirumeni (murthy) of Rama, Sita and Lakshmana
(Anjaneya was not found till today) were found buried
in an abandoned well in the fields.
the same place where they were found, as per sasthric
sankalpam along with my husband for the annual
Sahasra-kalashAbhishekam in the month of Chithirai that year.
The area is very much isolated, lonely that whenever I
come to visit Him during evenings/nights, I won't
feel like leaving the temple.
always close to you.
Such is the dialogue I used to have with Rama of
Kembal thinking that I have a rapport with Him in
understanding what He thinks. (!!!???)
On that particular fore-noon, contrary to usual
practice, His sannidhi was closed before the
chores it seemed.
and had been in time.
have dharshan at least for a second before the screen
Another devotee, an elderly person arrived then and we
came to know that he was a scholar in Sanskrit.
Sanskrit if he is invited to do so in our home and he
has done recitals for umpteen times in his
life. I was too happy to have met him and wanted to
clarify some doubts.
stipulation of time for reciting Sri Sookhtham, like
Brahma muhurtham or fore noon etc.
Flash came his reply, "Women should not recite Sri
Sookhtham, because it is Vedam."
for what happened here.
That is why He had the doors closed
this sthothram and others too, thinking that I do
not have His sanction. Or I would have grown sad that
I have been prohibited from reciting that beautiful
sookhtham which invites Lakshmi to our side.
But I would not have remained quiet.
thongugira charadum, (the mangalya sutra)
Him – don't you know that such prohibition makes me
to others, make me sad?
But the closed doors of Rama provided a consolation
by closing His doors even before I arrived.
With this thought, I came home.
But all through, there was a nagging thought in my mind.
the absence of any textual pramana?
I began looking for clues and