Mr Gopala How well you predict your future Vinasha kale vipareeta buddhi of u. ? Certainly you are heading towaRDS IT. nARAYANASAMY IS CERTAINLY ZERO SINCE IN 2 DECADES EXCEPT ABUSING EVERY ONE, HE WROTE NOTHING ? aND WHAT IS THE USE OF DOING parayanam of KYV for a week when his writings are only blisters. Except two of you all know who is who. Thank you Gopala; out of irritation, frustrations, getting hard punches, you 3 are trying all juggleries but of no avail. We are busier and we have a long way to go; we include all whom you are mentioning as a lip-service only, as an orphan; behave like a grown up; and dont write from kids and your lamenting , prostrating kids' stuff. Read all that i write and some change in you may occur Thank you K Rajaram IRS 8324
On Thu, 7 Mar 2024 at 22:28, gopala krishnan <[email protected]> wrote: > Mr Rajaram, > > Today morning only I wrote to you. Every member in the groups have equal > caliber. In the case of Mr revered Narayanaswamy, his caliber is much much > more than you. All members in the group know it. > > If his knowledge is zero, your knowledge is > *-0. Please do not ask highly caliber persons for a fight. Only thing I > can say is - Vinasakale Vipareetha buddhi. * > > *Gopalakrishnan* > > On Friday, 8 March, 2024 at 08:28:23 am IST, Rajaram Krishnamurthy < > [email protected]> wrote: > > > Te ppayal rudraksha poonai is Naragal narayanasmy whose knowledge is > absolute Zero. Evidence are too many. All have to know about the kapada > veshadari narayansamy. Matta karuppan singapooran cannot even eat banana > What he practiced all these years are restricted continuous pettai language > only Knowledge of anytyhing is BIG ZERO Had he any worth he would not > behave all these years with all allmost. So do not open your parts of > speech muddy fellow K R IRS 8324 > > ---------- Forwarded message --------- > From: *Narayanaswamy Iyer* <[email protected]> > Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2024 at 20:49 > Subject: Re: [iyer123] Bhasmam Sami - A short Story > To: iyer <[email protected]>, Laxminarayan Sarma < > [email protected]>, Kerala iyer <[email protected]>, > gopala krishnan <[email protected]> > Cc: Narayanaswamy Iyer <[email protected]> > > > > Dear folks > > The monkeys jumping around, scratching their bottoms in the mind of our > notorious blasphemer Rajaram K alias K Rajaram ex-IRS 8324 alias > Karuppan-chaami will never be subdued by offering bananas. > > *No. His jumping and jostling mind as a rudraaksha poonai will ever be > populated by snarling and salivating tailless foxes which disturb him even > when eating, sleeping and other unmentionable pursuits.* > > Humour is not a word in his vocabulary. > > S Narayanaswamy Iyer > > On Fri, Mar 8, 2024 at 12:22 AM Rajaram Krishnamurthy < > [email protected]> wrote: > > Iread the humour and i thought of adding another episode of bhasama sami > as under:"Once, there was a devoted disciple named Bhasma Sami, known for > his unwavering faith in his guru. Bhasma Sami was always eager to learn and > absorb the teachings of his revered master. > > One day, Bhasma Sami approached his guru with a perplexed expression on > his face. "Guruji," he said, "I've been practicing meditation diligently, > but I still can't seem to quiet my mind. Thoughts keep popping up like wild > monkeys!" > > The guru smiled knowingly and replied, "Ah, Bhasma Sami, the mind is > indeed like a mischievous monkey, swinging from thought to thought. But > fear not, my dear disciple. I have just the solution for you." > > Excitedly, Bhasma Sami leaned in, eager to hear the sage advice. > > The guru leaned in closer and whispered, "Bhasma Sami, when the monkeys of > the mind chatter too loudly, simply give them some bananas!" > > Bhasma Sami looked puzzled. "Bananas, Guruji?" > > "Yes, my son," the guru chuckled. "Bananas! But not just any bananas. > These bananas are the fruits of wisdom and laughter. Offer your mind the > sweet nourishment of humor, and watch how effortlessly it settles." > > Bhasma Sami nodded, understanding dawning upon him. From that day forward, > whenever his mind became overrun with noisy thoughts, he'd sprinkle a dash > of humor into his practice, and lo and behold, the monkeys of the mind > would quieten down, savoring the delightful bananas of laughter. > > And so, with humor as his ally, Bhasma Sami continued his spiritual > journey, navigating the ups and downs of the monkey mind with a > lighthearted smile. K Rajaram IRS 8324 > > On Thu, 7 Mar 2024 at 05:03, Laxminarayan Sarma < > [email protected]> wrote: > > > B*hasmam Sami :* > Laxminarayan Sarma > > (this is from my collection of short stories, "Palakkad Pattars and their > times") - Curator > > > Friends You haven't heard d the last of Bhasmam Sami. No, this one is > not about his amorous exploits. > > > Bhasmam Sami, apart from being handsome, was also a man of great > erudition, intelligence and wit. He was endowed with a golden voice. His > rendition of the Bhagavad Geeta would transfix audiences. His > *pravachanams(*preachings*)*, full of dramatic flourishes, made his lady > audiences swoon. And left the men grinding their teeth in anger, jealousy > and frustration. > > It was the month of *Chitrai,*(April month) a busy time for the > *agraharam* (Brahmin village) folks. The men were busy, from dawn to dusk > preparing their fields for the ensuing monsoon crop. The women were engaged > in the myriad preparations that marks this busiest season in the year. > *Vadumangai* (tender mangoes)had to be processed into pickles to last the > whole year. Tonnes of *karuvadam* (pretzels) dough had to be prepared > and processed. *Vadams*(papadom) had to be made. *Tamaraikazangu* (lotus > flower stems)had to be procured from the fast drying ponds in the > neighbourhood, cleaned, sliced , steamed, salted and dried > > And all these, the *vadam, karuvadam, tamarai kazangu*, had to be > vigilantly protected from the thieving crows, daring cows and of course the > boisterous marauding urchins on school vacation who lurked in every corner > of the village right from the bathing tank and the river bank to the > various fruit orchards and the temple courtyards. The tamarind and the *tuvara > paruppu* had to be sunned. *Elevan*, *vellirikka*i (pumpkins) and other > hardy vegetables had to be bought from the nearby Vallangi *chanduy* (weekly > itinerant market) and hung up in *urees *in the kitchen to last through > the monsoon. > > Dusk brought in little respite for these bone weary women. All the stuff > put out to dry had to be hauled in. Everything had to be covered with > *eetthapaai*(date leaf mats) and weighted down with stones to safe-keep > them from the marauding rats at night.. The men too would return home > dog-tired, perform their *sandhyavandanam*, and retire indoors as soon as > they heard the temple *melakaran�s* hurried staccato beat on the maddalam > (temple drum) marking the end of *deeparadhana* (evening prayer) After a > light meal, they would crash out on the mats and surrender themselves to a > sleep of the just. > > *Chitrai* is also the month of *utsavams* (festivals )in the various > temples. So what with the hectic work at home and in the fields and with > the lavish feasts and the festivities at the *utsavams*, time flew along > on gossamer wings. > > It was during one such hectic *Chitra*i (April )month, that there came to > the village a giant of a North Indian Swami (holy man) . He measured 6�3� > head to toe. Some of us who were kids at the time felt he was the tallest > man on earth. And as we grew in age, his height too grew in our > imagination. Kittu, the postmaster�s son was ready to swear on everything > he held holy, that the swami was as tall and as huge as the arasa maram on > the Ayappankavu grounds. > > Many were the stories of the Swami�s prowess. He was reputed to be over > 200 years old. People whispered in hushed voices that he could drag a herd > of ten elephants by a rope tied to his huge flowing beard. Some said he > could recite the entire bhagwatam front to back and front in a jiffy. > > The swami used to hold court under a huge banyan tree on the riverbank. > He would sing bhajans and abhangs in a mellifluous voice. So naturally, the > simple village folk flocked to him in droves. Women of all castes---Iyer, > Nair, Pisharody, Nambiar ,Warrier --- virtually every single caste � mobbed > the swami. They heaped all kinds of goodies on him. They prostrated at his > feet seeking his blessings. They eagerly hung on to every word he spoke, > every line of every bhajan he sang. The elderly *paaties* fetched and > warmed water for his bath, massaged his feet, cooked his meals and fanned > him while he slept. All routine chores were abandoned. Life in the village, > particularly of the devout womenfolk, young and old, centered on the swami. > > The gigantic swami basked in this adulation showered on him. He was > enjoying every moment of it. But after some time this adulation for the > swami by their womenfolk, left the men fuming. They felt neglected. > Rejected. They were seething with jealousy, anger and frustration. Their > meals got delayed. They stopped getting their �dikkri� kappee (cona > coffee) on rime. Over all they got despondent. > > If this was the condition of the men folk in general, Bhasmam Sami�s > frustration was manifold. Women no longer flocked to his bhajans, readings > and pravachanams. His Nair and Warrier and Menon paramours �*were down > with headaches*�. Life in general was a question for Bhasmam Sami. He > wondered � Is life worth living?� > > The village grocer Chami Mannadiar used be very deferential towards > Bhasmam Sami. But now the Sami discerned a slight disrespect, a bit if > sarcasm in his tone. The throng of pattar idlers at the Komala Vilas > Brahmana Kaaapee Hotel treated him with mock pity. Azwaar (temple > priest) Kunjambi at the temple who was Bhasmam Sami�s frustrated rival > in the pursuit of amour, leered at him triumphantly whenever he visited > the temple. But the last straw that broke the camel�s back was Bombai > Vadhyar�s (the village�s Bombay returned priest), remark, �*anna, > ommodu Brahma tejas koranjundu waradu�. (*Brother, your radiance is > setting*)* > > These words set Bhasmam Sami thinking. He had lost his cheerful > countenance. He moved around sulking. Frown lines appeared on his otherwise > smooth forehead. Somehow or the other he must drive away this imposter, > this rival, this fraud of a North Indian Swami, who had made life virtual > hell for him. > > � Hell hath no fury greater than a woman scorned � said the Bard of > Avon. > > But soon the village discovered that hell hath no fury than a Sami > scorned� > > Bhasmam Sami could not obviously use his great physical strength to > challenge the Swami to a wrestling bout. The Swami�s build did not assure > him of a favourable outcome of such a strategy. The concept of �supari�( > hired) hitmen was unheard of in those days. .But somewhere, sometime in > his younger days he had heard someone say, �use a thorn to remove a thorn�. > > This idea appealed to Bhasmam Sami immensely. Isolating himself in the > *matchu(*upstairs bedroom) of his home, he put all his grey cells at > work for three days. He at last discovered a strategy. > > �Eureka� he would have shouted, had he been Archimedes. But Bhasmam Sami knew > only Malayalam. Chroniclers of the time have not recorded the exact words > he used to announce his discovery. > > Very soon, Bhasmam Sami regained his usual cheerful demeanour. He > chatted amiably with the *kavarai *woman who sold the palm leaf hand > fans, the *kuruvattis* and the *morams* at the weekly *chandhai(market)*.. > He did not seem to mind the sarcastic darts and arrows the idle pattars of > the village aimed at him. > > The insomniac octogenarian Burma Paattee, (a widow who had spent time in > Rangoon with her husband) very often saw him visiting Kunjali Hamsa, a > timber merchant, in the dead of night. Kunjali lived close to the Ayappan > Kavu on the other side of which was located Burma Paattee�s house. She > heard him holding animated discussions with Kunjali and his brother > Moiddeen Kutty. > > She was sure, she told her coterie of patties, it was not about another > *sambandam* at the Muslim�s house. Muslims never tolerated pattars > poaching upon their women. Nor the pattars, not even Bhasmam Sami, ever > dare cast even a single covetous glance at Muslim women. > > In the meantime, the first *edavappad*i (April) rains had hit the > village. The monsoons had set in earlier than usual that year. Very soon, > the ponds in the village started overflowing. The Gayatri river was in > torrent. The North Indian swami however continued holding court under the > riverside banyan l tree. The villagers had erected a pandal for him. And > women still mobbed him. > > It was then that Bhasmam Sami declared that he possessed powers greater > than that of the North Indian Swami. Not only could he match the Swami feat > for feat but also he could outdo him. > > Bhasmam Sami then announced that his *ishta devata (*preferred deity*)*, > Muniansami of Chaattanpaara had appeared to him in dream and taught him the > art of levitation or walking on water. *He announced that he would walk > over the Ayappankavu tank that avaniavittam(monsoon festival) day. * > > Of course this was taken with a pinch of salt. Shankunni Nair , the > local Communist party *neta *ridiculed him during a panchayat election > meeting. The young Turks studying in Palakkad�s Maharaja�s college heckled > him. The visiting-on-holiday Rs.175 per month earning stenographer working > with the solicitor�s firm Robertson, Craigie, Blunt, McDuff and > Batliwalla in Bombay called him a fraud. But this did not seem to make any > difference to Bhasmam Sami. He had his own bunch of votaries. The Komala > Vilas Brahmana Kaappee Hotel�s owner, a distant relative, was one of them. > Unni Panickker who had borrowed money from him, was another one. > > The monsoons had left the entire village flooded . The roads were > slushy. And life was confined to performing the routine chores. The whole > village waited with bated breath for the day of reckoning. > > At last the day arrived. People hurried through their avaniavittam > routine. Even the lavish aviniavittam feast was gulped down in a hurry. The > entire village started taking vantage positions around the Ayapankavu tank. > > As the *Kolaham* (palace) clock striking three resounded over the > village,. Bhasmam Sami, dressed in a zari-laced panchakacham with an > angavastram of equal splendour, with his forehead smeared in his trademark > *bhasmam (vihhooti*) (sacred ashes) arrived on the scene in a procession. > > Chokkan, the temple melakaran with his full nadasswaram entourage headed > the procession. Several important people in the village, big and small > followed Bhasman Sami. And the unsoaped of the village (*apologies to > Charles Dickens) *including the *coolies* at the bus stop, the hangers on > at the railway station and the waifs and wastrels, brought up the rear, > shouting slogans and generally making themselves merry . The local > chroniclers have not recorded whether the free toddy at Gunasekhara > Thevar�s shop, funded by Bhasmam Sami, contributed to the merriment.. > > Azwar Kunjambi welcomed Bhasmam Sami with a *poornakumbham* (holy > symbols of royal welcome)*. *The *nadaswarams *and the *thavils * (musical > pipes and drums) reached a crescendo. And Bhasmam Sami climbed the > parapet of the tank. He stood there for a moment. He folded his hands, shut > his eyes for a few moments as if in prayer. Then he turned around in the > direction of the women who formed a sizable portion of the crowd and did > *pranams* ( salutations) to them. > > Very soon, Bhasmam Sami started walking over the water, gingerly like a > cat.. He hurried across, his feet skimming over the tank�s > surface. Meantime the crowd which had fallen silent, broke into wild > cheers. He reached the opposite end of the tank and returned to the > starting point to a hysterically shouting crowd which lost no time in > grabbing and chairing him back in a wild and unruly procession across the > village streets and the neighbouring *tharas.* > > It doesn�t need great foresight to observe that the North Indian swami > had done the vanishing trick. And the Bombay stenographer cut short his > leave and returned to his single room apartment in Matunga and to his > typewriter in Robertson, Craigie, Blunt, McDuff and Batliwalla. And > Bhasmam Sami again became the darling of the womenfolk of the village. > > But does the story end here? Wait. Don�t be impatient. > > The rains ceased. The bone chilling, mad, *palakkadan* (or Koduvayur) > winds(cold seasonal winds in November December from the Palakkad > mountains) began whipping the village. Bhajan groups singing *ashtapatis* > (musical > prayers) started moving around the village in the wee hours of the morning. > Soon the cold winds gave way to the searing heat that Palakkad is notorious > for. Water bodies started shrinking. Levels of ponds started going down. > > Our Burma paattee,(the old lady from Burma) the insomniac widow, was an > early bather at the Ayappan kavu tank. That particular morning when she > visited the tank, the full moon was shining in all its glory. And in the > moonlight was outlined a rough six inch wide bridge made of wooden planks > straddling across the tank from one end to the other. The rising sun soon > made things clearer not only for our Burma paatee but to all other bathers. > > What do you think was the public reaction? Did they feel cheated by > Bhasmam Sami? Did they call him a fraud? Did they believe that it was a > dirty tantrik trick (erecting the wooden bridge across the tank) played by > the North Indian swami to defame their Bhasmam Sami. Or did they > subscribe to the widely held view that it was a miracle performed by > Bhasmam Sami�s *ishta devata* Muniansami of Chattanpaara. The chroniclers > are silent in this regard. But the chroniclers have definitely recorded > that Bhasmam Sami lived a highly popular and respected figure till the > ripe old age of ninety-two. 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