THE HUNDREDTH BLOG

Preamble:

The best excuse for people to get rid of something is to say that it is very diffcult. When you consider something difficult, you can never reach there. Nothing is diffcult; you just need a desire  to do it – Sri sri

Well I never counted how many blogs I authored till recently when I saw the statistics.

99 not out..!!!

I never thought I would write 100 junk stuff when I actually started out this blog “ Chronicles of idle grey cells”. Statistics show that blog on Sudarshan kriya garnered the highest hits followed by Devipuram tantric temple.  Who cares if iam at 100 in blogosphere or zero. Numbers and labels never fascinated me.

I had few days before I have to join my new posting so I wanna do whatever is possible..climbing mountains…drenching in seas..finally finish Advance Meditation course at AOL, Bangalore.

I always wanna quote some of quotable quotes, hence though not relevant to topic on hand I liberally splattered them across this blog.

Three idiots: 

Our consciousness is very old, very ancient. When I travel around the world,, I don’t feel like iam meeting strangers, I feel like they are part of me and I know them, we may not know each others names, but we know each others souls; we feel connection. I have always felt that we all belong to one family. We all know each other. Sri Sri

This is short story of 3 idiots who met in AOL ashram and had wild whale of time. The

electrifying fun we had was just out of this world. Ek dum extraordinary. It was as if we knew each other for millions of years. Never in my life I had such a laughter. Even when we were under oath of silence we had wars with wild gestures leaving us in splits of peals of laughter. Its as if we are emanating laughing chemicals mixed with happy hormone dopamine’s. Seriously we all felt withdrawal symptoms when we went on our ways after course. Well…that’s amazing fun . Someone in course asked me after seeing our crazy antics. Why are u laughing so much.?? ..well dude.. Spirituality is all about happiness. If enlightenment gives me serious dead pan face…iam better without it ..Better be an ignorant happy man rather than enlightened serious man. 
well the names of one idiot is QUICK GUN FAL-GUN and JESUS the JAT YOGI  and myself . since this is 3 idiot then there should also be lovely kareena...yes...there is ... 

And special mention was equally interesting very mischievous naughty chirpy mirchi girl and a geek who puts every one at ease with her conversational skills. Since they are tiny humans of female species, lets us leave their privacy untouched.

This 100^th blog is dedicated to these interesting souls

What is important is that you remain CONTENTED. You must keep evaluating urself  from time to time. Ask yourself what you are doing all the time. Even if something brings pain in the short run, but iin long run it is beneficial to everyone then that is the right thing to do.

n  Sri Sri 

Experience:

The course goes for 4 days . 1^st day introduction and next 2.5 days silence. So 1^st day we three gossiped, talked enough to last for another week. It was funny how man reacts when he senses lack of anything in future. During war times, when death was imminent..people go on rape rampage ( chck world war 2 , except Indian soldiers. Everyone raped woman. Even 1971 same story by pakis) or see how prisoners on death sentence eat favourite food)

In this course I understood difference between Empty silence and Complete silence. In between the course .on 1^st day of silence. My mind went into deepest of its recess and suddenly it froze. All never ending incessant thoughts froze for 1^st time. I became empty. Its like life just passing through me without touching me. Wow .is this what silence does to a man. I was completely objective devoid of any judgment. No interpretations. No emotions. No feelings. No past. No future.No judgments. Just living. That’s all and that’s it.

Don’t look for respect from others; that makes you weak. Have respect for urself and no one can take ur self respect

n Sri sri 

I understood what actually happened inside me. For once my sense organs have fallen silent. They were receiving all data from outer world but they just received it without adding any interpretation to it. Usually how my mind acts is : if I sense anything., I take raw data add my own interpretation from past experiences or future dreams. U see a rose…u connect red color to blood or valentine or ex gf and all stories connected with her etc etc. u listen to a song. Ur mind brings back all forgotten memories even after decades. 

But now ., nothing of such thing happened. Almost I was centered and was almost totally in present . Why almost?. Iam still conscious of this experience isn’t It?...

Believe me its really beautiful to lead such life. It lasted till noon. As my mind stopped my body reacted in wild way. Nausea and vomiting  followed . Not really serious as it was just fer few minutes but the magical spell was broken. I am back to my older self. Again my mind was assaulted my never ending hurricane of thoughts. Back to life of subjective-interpreting-reactive mind.

Asking for explanation from others is a foolish thing and exlaining to others thinking they would understand is another foolishthing. it doesnt work both the ways. the best is just to move forward--Sri.Sri

Even though I was silent for next 2 days , it was mere Empty silence. On surface level, not complete silence where even your sense organs become silent. Though i was verbally silent., me and my room mates often indulged wild war like gestures of tom n jerry as if we were playing dumb charades for million dollars( that was wild fun)

Remember one thing. You are responsible for your happness. Come what may, whoever says whatsoever., you protect your mind. And keep your self ha[[y. you be determined. Iam not going to let my happiness be taken away by anybody. Even if God comes and yells at me. I will tell God, thanks you , this is your goft to me. Make this determination today—Sri Sri

After 4 days eating ashram satvik bland food, I sent a message of my food travails to my mentor-brotherly-friends in banglore city. The result : meal fit for kings was organized by time I hit city. Till late night , we crusied complete banglore…enjoying life to its peak

Finally as I got into my bus back to my home I wondered as I reflected. Was these 4 days a dream? It had almost symptoms of withdrawal. Well if we cant give up good memories how can we give up bad memories .isnt it ? or am I wrong ? Events are events. It’s the colour you dye it with that makes them happy or sad. Infact because of my boisterous fun we had in class, course instructor at one point chided me in public. Did I feel bad?...na..not at all. I was sooooo happy and full of glee..nothing touched me. Yeah my friends did protest later. ((Hmmm..friends are those who meet u in hell and say…common dude..lets have fun n rock and shock and awe hell matees…what a dudes we were .. I think great things  come in limited editions. We were sooo complementary though our characteristics were completely contradictory))

I think I need to add the “Power to be present in current moment” to my spiritual goals list. Just imagine, rather than one day, if I can live everyday like this, how wonderful would it be. You are ever new. You are hyper objective. Nothing can touch you, non judgmental non interpretive mind. Even in midst of chaos, you can be perfectly calm . In hectic activity we can be  serene and silent. Wow. Endless opportunities lie ahead of us both in materialistic and spiritual life. This moment is all you own. If you don’t live in this moment then you are not living your life. This moment has potential for infinity and its in our best interests not to throw it away so cheaply

Hmmm….whatever …two great friends..deep silence…serene climate in ashram..everyone are soo polite and courteous to one another even when everyone are strangers to other.

Those could be some golden unforgettable moments to feel gratitude for.

Do you know corruption begins where the sense of belonging ends? No body is corrupt whom they feel connected to. They ask for bribe only from those who feel are not their own, isn’t it so? We need to change this. We need to create a higher sense of belongingness-Sri Sri

I wondered what happened in the world in last 4 days. In last 10 years I never missed single day newspaper. Did Chinese chinkis leave Indian Territory? Did RAW spy sarabjit survive prison attack? Honk ..honk..life is calling…time to catch on. Thus daily grinding rigmarole runs a start.

If you have imbibed wisdom , there is no way you can be miserable. Wisdom is scuh that you know where there will be unpleasant days and there will be pleasant days. There will be good people and bad people. Some times your friends behave as enemies and your enemies become your good friends. All this is a way of life, these things happen. They help you become centred and solid.then no storm can shake you ---- Sri Sri

KILLING FIELDS ........

KILLING FIELDS:

AC hummed as my cell phone crooned its 5 am alarm song into my ears. Another uneventful day of my uneventful  life. By 5.30, I was all fresh and dug into my daily ritual of reading The Hindu newspaper. Top to bottom. Front page to last word. The front page carried a photo of young cute wide eyed child. Underneath the photo was written the name of the boy. Balachandran Prabhakaran. The son of worlds deadliest terrorist of Sri lanka: V.Prabhakaran who introduced the concept of suicide bombing to the world.

Inside editions carried more photos of child before he was shot from point blank range in most cold blooded manner by sri lankan military forces. I wondered what might have gone through young mind of unfortunate child. He had such an innocent eyes which could haunt the killers forever.          I wondered what could be his fault?. Just being born to Prabhakaran.!! Should child suffer for sins of his parents? Just accident of his birth to Prabhakaran was his only fault and consequence was a cold blooded murder.

“Truth is the first casualty of the war”

As my emotions got calmed after sometime I introspected how in all Wars , Man forgets his basic human nature before becoming worst beast human the mind can imagine. You take any war in since the birth of mankind, pattern would be the same where soldiers of the war would commit unimaginable horrible atrocities against their enemies with no sense of humanity. 

Afghans during medieval age used to chop of heads of enemies and catapult them into opponents territories to strike fear. WW-II has stories of horror that would make your hair rise. Auschwitz concentration camp in Poland was where German Nazis killed 6 million jews in gas chambers but not before stripping them of their belongings which include even shoes,clothes,glasses anything of value during war scarcity. Hitlers nazi conducted all kinds of bizarre human experiments on helpless prisoners. I remember reading a book “Munich(iam not sure of title)” which gives graphical details of horrors commited on common german folks during last days of WW-II . 

Rape was all common weapon soldiers used against women. The reasons were obvious. There would be complete break down of law and order. There wont be anyone to punish our crimes and worst behavior. No wonder in that environment, Man becomes whatever he wants, more often than not it’s the Beast which hidden all the time emerges out and commits crimes with impunity.

 

When germany was losing the war , there was crude fear in hearts of all germans. They feared they would be raped by advancing Russian troops. Women started to sleep with any stranger as long as he was a german man. Later Russian soldiers raped german women at will irrespective of age. In Africa , insurgents of Somalia use sharp end sticks to mutilate private parts of females, chop of hands to prevent them voting.

Closer home., in 1971 war, Pakistani soldiers raped more than million women of East Pakistan (now Bangladesh)  before they got defeated by Indian war. In afghanistan  Abu gharib prisons leaked photos show how afghan prisoners were subjected to worst abuses by American soldiers . in one instance, father and son were made nude in front of each other, or a female American soldier tying a dogs leash to a prisoner. 

Where ever there is a scope of a gun, I believe there is a potential for Human Rights abuse. Gun in hand probably makes man feel like God how can snuff anyones lives with little pressure on trigger. All theatres of insurgency, anywhere in the world ,carries the same pattern. We Indians are no better. Remember how Manipur women stripped their clothes carrying banner “INDIAN ARMY-RAPE US” when it was alleged that army raped a local girl and later killing her . It’s the same in North east or Jammu and Kashmir. Infact a book “Lost opportunities by SK sinha” which speaks about insurgency in north east states that 

One of the former Chief of the Army Staff, late General BC Joshi, issued the Ten Commandments for troops employed in counter-insurgency operations in Kashmir and the North-east:

·    No rape.

·        

    No molestation.

·       

         No torture resulting in death or maiming.etc

Two wrongs cannot right the things. LTTE killed lankan civilians, two Prime minster (including Rajiv Gandhi) doesn’t authorize sri lankan troops massacre/ rape/ maim/ in cold blood manner.

People all ways close their eyes saying that’s these things happen to other people. Just like germans closed their eyes when jews were massacred by Nazis or shia muslims were targeted in sunni paksitan. Its time we remember the touchy poem by martin neimoller

REMEMBER?

"First They Came for the Jews"
By Pastor Niemoller

 
First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the Communists and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me. 

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY...!!!

Just cracked a record, In past 15 minutes I might have scanned 150 channels yet watching none. Had I been any western country I might have  been diagnosed as someone with ADD. Attention deficit disorder. In this half-sleep half wake moment, my ears caught dialogue on sony tv

“Do you want to fight for change or Do you want to fight to punish?” …

my entire laziness shot down and my alertness shot up.  That line was from film Gandhi by Gandhi replying when He(capital H plz) was asked to launch mass violent struggle against british( small b plz). Another line that really electrified me was when He gives His first speech to Indian congress.

“India will never convince british as long as congress is filled with lawyers and few rich intellectuals from Delhi and Bombay. India resides in 700000 villages. Unless we touch those villages,  our struggle will be just small incidents of small strikes and few terror strikes which will give british reason for further repression.”

No wonder, congress was like a club with intellectuals and lawyers  than a mass organistion which geared up to throw britishers  out of India…only discussion and analysis club than action-oriented machine…till Gandhi stepped in.

I think Richard attenbourgs Gandhi is one original dvd one should have for rest of life. Every time we watch we get different insights. So much inspiring and awe felt.

Its so surreal to see India during  britsh era. Vacant lands, dress, environment, colonial architectures (awesome buildings, trust me I lived in them fer half a decade), cars and trains. Fantastic feeling.

One book I recommend is Domnique laperries “FREEDOM AT MIDNIGHT”. It’s a narrative of political environment during last stages of british rule in 1940s. belive it or not. Its so spine chilling which will move anyone  to deep contemplation in profound silence. Entire country goes to flames under savage communal riots. Behind the scenes of making of two young countries. India and pakistan.  How trains crossing borders between Punjab and Pakistan coming in deathly silence  coz all its passengers were brutally murdered and raped. Only dead bodies arrive. No time in world history does such mass migration takes place. Millions of people on trains,bullock carts, horses,palanquins etc..leaving everything and going to far off lands just being at wrong place with wrong religion. 

Two hundred years of idea of India torn into two pieces.

Unimaginable tragedy and holocaust and genocide Indians have gone through at time of independence is story every Indian should know to understand freedoms we have today which we take so granted.

Probably other book that evokes similar sentiment is TRAIN TO PAKSITAN by kushwant singh. Fictious tale but based on truth. Try latest version which comes with photos as well.

Chalo before I forget the main purpose of this mail….HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY…!!!!

like Gandhi said in that film...there are no good byes between us friend...!!!! till we meet again....joy and peace to you and world around...!!!!

OMG-5: WHO AM I ......????(FINAL PART OF OMG SERIES)

Ninety nine percent of my blogs were written keeping one or the other person in mind .Candid confession .But this blog is written Hundred percent for me by me and only for me. I cant say when and how this thought of blog came into me. I didn't know if it was on top of Arunchala or when i was descending the mount. But one thing iam sure is that these are not my thoughts or it came up from my memories. I dont know how i got this idea but it just suddenly flashed into my head on Arunchala.I dont know if its a flash in my head or it was result of final culmination of understanding that happened over decades,albeit unconsciously. I dont know when actually it came into my mind but iam cent percent sure that it was not a thought but something like Understanding or Piece of knowledge grafted into my brain or Kind of Realisation . Vocabulary fails me to express this experience correctly. I always thought mystical experiences happen in melodramatic way with lights in head and haunting music in ears and body under strange convolution over a long period of time. But it all was in split second like there was nothing in your mind and all in a sudden you just remember something.

I think IT WAS when i was on the top of Mountain when i suddenly felt i am not one single entity and this body of mine is not all alone.Its like there are Two of me within one body.One body enclosed in another.I actually could feel the separation between two bodies.It was almost like outer layer is mere shell when Real body is happily nested within this body.Somewhere behind many layers seem the Original Me.I wondered if Iam not what I am now then who is real I ?? It was some strange feverish revelation that shot within me.Certain understanding about your TRUE SELF manifesting within me that is entirely personal but definitely not an intellectual discovery. It was clear that my Mind has become inactive and this is something more deeper which was beyond ordinary mind and intellect. As i said ,I felt iam not what iam thinking that iam right now. But straining my brain to understand made things more worse as i got caught in vortex of confusion.Confusion over my real identity. Hmmm...I dont know who iam but i understood i definitely know WHAT IAM NOT...

I dont know who iam and what iam to this world and my relationship with everyone especially with own self n this life. Bu it appeared that my entire life right from Birth to this moment is ONE BIG GRAND LIE .Ironically iam not at all aware of it and was happily was actively part of that super lie that engulfed my life in totality. It was like jim carry discovery in Truman Show film where he discovers that his entire life from birth was a big mega TV serial. I discovered that my entire character , personality what i always thought as my real self was just fake and IAm not my thoughts either which made up my persona .My entire personality was Hopelessly Hypnotized , Innately indoctrinated, Brainlessly brainwashed by social conditions and circumstances around me, It was just resultant of trillion pricks of social influences from outside world via hundreds of films i have watched ,million books i read, social culture and popular culture i was subjected to. All which pinged me incessantly oblivious of my awareness. . I was surprised to discover that not a single action in entire life was original. Most of them were reactions to outside world. I could no clearly see the origin of all those dubious actions of mine.

It was really shameful when you have this kind of experience when you discover that your life was poor imitation of world .Some one said Ignorance is Bliss. I guess it would keep you more happier and sane of you just live in state of ignorance all your life. But another thought also hit me at same time "Ignorance is also brutal ,only coward hides from truth"

All my Dreams,Fears, Likes,Dislikes, rare bouts of Love-Lust,Moments of Anger, Anxieties,Inspirations, Happiness Depressions,Exasperations, Desperation,Repressions, Selfishness-Selflessness, Moments of childish Cowardice and raw Courage, and all those million manifestations of unbridled hurricanes of emotions that assailed my life since birth were rooted in delusions and ignorance. None were truly Me nor Truly Mine.I wondered when did i become junkyard for all worlds garbage?How did i become one big programmable, manipulated puppet in world hands that led me on wildride of lifes roller coaster. So many masks i wore in my life on daily basis that i have totally forgotten what it is to be without a mask. Over a period it appears that my mask has become my real face. i totally forgot what it is to be your TRue Self..Iam writing this blog hoping it would serve as mirror to clouded mind and reflect my real face sometime now or in future. If so much in me is not me .Then WHO THE HELL AM I ??

OMG-4: Musing on Mystical Mountain

""You should feel that God belongs to you. You visit temples like you visit a bus terminal. It is all so impersonal. You never feel that God is yours. You think he resides somewhere in the temple. You should feel that 'God is mine and he resides in my mind'. The moment this feeling arises in you, you get all the bravery needed in your life. All the meekness will vanish. Whatever we desire and whatever we need will begin to happen. Whatever is right, necessary and good will happen."" ~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

"No one visits Arunchala till Arunachala wishes so" --Legend 

Well this is my penultimate blog under OMG series. As i told you i have signed up 4 day silence yoga retreat Tiruvanamalai the town famed for Holy hill of Arunchala which is revered as Shiva himself and Ramana Maharshi the world famous saint.In Tiruvanamali , pilgrims do pradikshana around Arunachala mountain itself. This circumbulation is called Giripradhiskhana.

On third day, around 5.30 am i just felt like taking walk around Ramana ashram which is connected to Arunchala mountain .Ramana maharishi in his teens used to meditate in Skanda ashram which is around half a kilometer from ashram . As the path to Skanda was well laid with soft rocks i took the walk barefooted with hope that i would be back to my yoga class within an hour.I never thought for a moment that this day would be one of most memorable day in life. Reaching Skanda i came to know that Ashram wont be open for another half an hour.So i climbed little higher hoping to catch view from top.On one of tree i saw a small sign board with direction arrow and with Shiva temple written on it. I thought the temple must be little higher some where nearby and as i still have some time before ashram opens i thought i could well go and see how a temple in built in mountains,. i wish i had wondered for few moments how come no trekkers were going or how far the temple is as sign board indicated nothing about distance . But there was no path in that direction except few yellow arrows painted on rocks many of which were hidden in shrubs.It was still early in morning and climate was gentle and cool. With just one litre bottle of water and few crumbs of biscuits where were left in my bag from last night 15 kms Giripradiskhana.

I started following arrows and climbed higher and higher. Even after half an hour of ascent i couldn't see any temple. Something in me pushed me not to give up .I navigated myself carefully through rocks and thorns and occasionally sipping little of water.. I always loved nature and greenery and without paying attention to time , i absentmindedly climbed higher and higher. At one point i looked behind only to get startled. Vertigo hit me and looking down gave frightening feel of falling down.I was able to see entire Tiruvanamalai from that point.I wondered where the hell did i get struck up and how the hell should i descend ?.and Where is temple?.Still no sight of temple.I wanted to turn back but my raw ego wanted me get bottom of this and kept climbing up and up hoping temple is just round the corner.

Now the mount was getting steeper and steeper ..My entire body was drenched to last garment with sweat. I rested under shade of huge boulder to catch some breath and jot down my thoughts in my pocket book.As i was sipping my last few precious drops , suddenly bottle slipped and some of water spilled down on ground. I didnt realise how angry and anguish i wud get over this incident. I was middle of no where and here water spills .I didnt knew one would become so possessive and stingy for few drops of water.Imagine how much water we waste in our homes.,

Sun broke through clouds.and Sweat was incessant.Mountain was becoming more steeper that i had to climb with hands as well..Far from there was a very big boulder jutting out and nothing behind could be seen. I thought i had come to end of the road and probably there is no temple and it was all for nothing i climbed till this point.Arduously i crawled upto the boulder .Blood in me was drained when i saw arrows pointing a detour round the rock. I walked around only to find hill is still higher. I was wondering if mountain was growing .If mountain was brimming with life? Now my ego levels shot up ,Pride badly bruised. I violently decided not to give up till i find end of arrow marks . I wanted to finish this at any damn cost.What i comfortably forgot was last time i had proper meal was 18 hrs ago and my energy levels were slowly dropping down as i climber higher and higher against the gravity.

My case was like Discovery channels Man vs Wild. But they have entire team to back them up if anything goes wrong,And what do i have ?..Miles from civilization,monkeys, thorns, stones and serpents.All my life i had this desire of getting into wild and green forests and climbing hills and wanted to sign up those trekking courses . Now i realise those treks are controlled tamed and planned adventures and no wonder they look so cool and fantastic. And here iam , started out with no plan and ended with o plan either. But now my desire to climb mountain got completely fulfilled, satiated and i only hoped if i can make back home , i would never even go to a park. By now i finished off last drops of my water . i had to lick my own sweat to satiate my thirst. I was hoping even if poison or alcohol comes across me i would gladly drink it,.When i looked behind and town disappeared and all i could see was clouds floating by . Trust me that was amazing sight.Just like in hill stations.

Other day my yoga teacher who looks like albus dumbledore was saying that He provides food for every living being and sustains life ". I chuckled at senti-devotional thought that occurred me if Creator would provide me water now.Legend says that no one visits Arunchala till He Himself wishes it so.Great calling i guess.Here iam, Without water,food,shoes,plan,path and above all , dwindling confidence and hope.I wondered if this was in first place Shivas call, will He provide me with water?..i guess i was just frustrated after all i am not rough-tough macho man who would love to endure in wild, All i just want is be back to my house and read all those books i recently ordered .Shall i start with Karan bajaj "Keep off grass" or Shall i start Jaggi vasudevs Joy 24x7?or 2 brand new Calvin and Hobbes or Archies comics?...or "Many lives Many masters"The story of 63 reincarnations of a woman in west?.My reverie was broken when i accidentally stepped on small pebble as it dug into my soft feet.

Suddenly i felt i am climbing aimlessly and arrows were visible any longer. I scanned my surroundings , on rocks, physically pushing away grass n shrubs .Then i saw this rusted old metal board with OM NAMA SHIVAYA written in different foreign languages. My excitement rose as i now i felt that if there was a temple it must be around. I saw a small entrance in between thick foliage .Entrance totally covered by green foliage.Inside as i waded through those plants i saw a small hut. clean and neatly maintained as though someone is living . Then next to hut stood very small 2-3 feet hut which housed tiny temple. Ahhhh..finally reached temple i thought. It was not exactly a temple in conventional sense. A grilled gate covered it with a heavy stone totally sealing off the temple. I thought of meditating for a while but my mind was like leaf caught in hurricane for some unknown reason. I smelt sweet camphor. i wondered who has lit camphor at this deserted place. i looked around but found none. Then i found that camphor was comming from inside the temple.I knew its wrong to open gates of a temples inner sanctorium . but when was the last time i followed traditions. I pushed back the stone and pulled out the grilled gate and followed the scent. As the temple is very small , all i could do is just push my head inside and see whats inside. I could still smell camphor but there ws nothing burning inside yet i could swore that source of scent is from inside. Inside , i saw some babas photo and old time symbols of Shiva and what else .....A POT FULL OF WATER UP TO ITS BRIM

i DIDNT THINK ANY MORE. fIRST THINGS fIRST. i QUENCHED MY THIRST and wondered how the hell did pot with water come here?..Iam almost 10-15 kms away from civilsation and its highly difficult to bring a pot with water that too maintain it till brim. Is this a miracle or just my plain luck.Whatever was the source i silently thanked Higher power for providing water in nick of time , when i needed the most..I just wondered how far am i and moved around pushing away the dense trees n foliage. Another surprise held me. I was just 10 yards away from peak. The summit .The summit welcomed me with my feet burning on hot rocky plateau. Plateau had Trishul dug in and all floor was black. Then i realised that this is where people burnt 2500 litres of ghee every Karthika pauranami. The 360 degree panoramic view we get on summit is just mind blowing. We feel so small in such big view .

I came back and slept in hut fer sometime .Then i realised something . It was like revelation or just understanding that crept unto my mind. I know what came into my mind was grafted or placed into it . Something original not something that i thought or i remembered . Now that will be my final blog in this series. Watch the next one .

I wondered if i knew if the temple was this far would i ever have attempted this climb?. No never..I guess its true about the local legend that You never visit Arunchala unless Arunachala wishes so...!!!! Om Nama Shivayaa..!!!