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
>








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