I dont know what to reply about this tirupathi experience. Naa bhakthi philosophy veru. Nenu upavaasalu okka vrataalaki thappa inkeppudu cheyyanu. Chakkaga thinesi...aah tharavatha bhakthi mukthi anni.
Aina I dont think I can live without food...for a day..forget about more than that. Specially after I had my baby....poddunne levagane food lekapothe bandi kadaldhu. I HAVE to eat so that I have enough energy to run around with her all day. Food is a very important subject in my life right now :)) Nachaki..babu....please donot attempt these FEAR FACTORS again. I think one experience is good enough. -Divya --- In [email protected], NaChaKi <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > << Also...I didnt' know that the 3 sisters (sort of excusable) and BIL (Needs to be kummufied like hell) along with the dad stay home...happily (if I may say so). I just dont get it!! >> > > I don't get it either!! And, I don't get the "sort of excusable" thing too... I mean, like you said, people work even in physically challenged conditions in such a state, and even most among us work under mentally or emotionally challenged conditions anyway. And, didn't someone write the sisters were educated too? Even if they're not educated, I'd not show a condonable attitude towards those women, truly speaking. Of course, we don't know their end of the story, like you put it again. > > >> she would hold back the food sayin why should we waste such good food. > > Not proud to say this, but one thing I learnt my own way is not to waste food except in dire conditions. Being in the USA, you and I know that the food doesn't go stale so easily even if not refrigerated, and I sometimes "carry forward" cooked rice for as long as a couple of days (Well, it'd be over by then, or I might carry it forward further.) > > I'd not want to write at length about "miracles" here, but I did strongly adhere to not wasting food after a lesson I learnt on my way up the hills of Tirumala. I was going uphill on foot by a different route than the usual, and I didn't know there were no shops or anything on the way (literally) - it's a less-known and less-traversed route from Sreenivasa Mangapuram. I didn't have any food since last evening except for a cup of pongal, and I had by then already embarked the hill at Chandragiri (to the fort). I was obviously exhausted, but I didn't know I'd be so exhausted that I'd fall on the steps worn out! (A thing to mention here: I sometimes went without food for days together, just to keep my body prepared for anything... and I went without food for at least a week, living only on drinking water, long before then.) I was literally lying down on the steps when some people walked down from Tirumala, saw my sorry state, and offered me puffed rice (maramaraalu or boruglu) that > they had. I was about to weep, when they asked me "do you have anything to hold these?". I cupped my hands and asked them to pour a handful, they did, and left. I was about to eat the same, and the heavy hilly wind gushed in to blow it all away! I could see the God before going up the hill... while I was searching for each of those swept away morsels of "maramaraalu". (These were, in fact, not exactly constructed steps... they were the original walkway up the hill... never rennovated... cut out of the hill, no parapet wall or anything... a fall, though improbable, would land one in the valley!) Since then, I never wasted a morsel of food, until at least 70% of the rice, say, is hardened beyond chewing. > > So long, > NaChaKi >
