My mind was relaxed, it was the hardest thing to escape myself from the cries and sobs and worries and dilemmas and questions and agonies. It kept me working all time and i sorted it one by one..Prayers, the voices of thousands at a time, like a rain, the muddled noise of every single drop crashing together on the earth, but then I had powers, I am a goddess, so they worship me.I was fascinated with the odor of burnt camphor and the incense stick and ghee..they bathed me using turmeric paste and cows milk..they wore me a garland made of basil leaves and fresh flowers.. i could feel heaven just under my foot..
I was distracted from the intense prayer that suddenly overpowered the thousand voices running in my head..i opened my eyes to find four sibling in which one was a women. they were traveling all the way on foot from a little north and they wanted to take a part of me to be installed in their ancestral home. They believed it would be a pride, its a sign of dignity. i saw them through the smoke. Soon the priest came in and started chanting mantras which made me powerful everyday..yes these praises made me stronger..and they are really trained to do it perfectly following every steps intact. with every stanzas he utter my power increased and when the idol couldn't take it any more it emitted out from me filling the 'garbh griha' and then pushing out to all who lined out with their eyes closed spreading their prayers. the way the priests taking care of me really pleased me and the devotees were granted their wish fast. All done and the priest closed my doors leaving a slit in between the two flaps..I heard the siblings requesting to the priest for my possession for them.
From the 'panchaloha' idol a part of me was transferred to a clay idol and i traveled with them in peace..the throbbing cries and shouts just extincted from my ears and all i could hear now was "help us be safe home fast" from these four again and again in different times and separate turns..they prayed it in silence and i kept blessing them..when they become tired i helped them giving small shades for them to relax. when they are thirst, i blessed them with little streams and ponds..and finally their place amidst the dark of big trees..It was a hut thatched with coconut leaves and the floor was smeared with fresh cow dung. there was children and old people in the house. The hut had lot of sections for the members and a special place with a low wooden stool and brass lamps for me..they chanted manthras and placed me in there clothing ma in a new red silk..i was garlanded and worshiped with lighted wicks and flowers and camphor and songs with claps praising my names. Every one was involved children, parents, grand parents and great grand parents.
The life here is tranquil, they offered me everything and followed the rituals properly. They had very less prayers, most of them had the same. " Mother, help us and our children from flood, earth quakes, diseases and dangers. Bless us with food, water and medicines when required. Bless us with health and long life". I granted them all these. At night i watch over them from the wild animals and harsh wind. They ritualized me every day and my power grown from a flame to fire. Years passed, generations passed. The house spited and families traveled to all directions to settle down. each of them carried a part of my possession from 'mukhya sthaana' wishing to place me in their 'mandhir'. Boys in every generations were thought the ways to perform the ordinance so that they can carry out the ritualistic performances and hence will be blessed with prosperity and goodness in their lives.
the passing away of every old generations take away with them a lot of things. It is no longer the same as before. The patterns of houses changed more forest were threshed to plain lands to build mansions. Inventions took place and men become greedier and crooked. They become selfish. Soon it started to get prayers for others destruction. humans ate plants less and animals more. demons started to take birth as humans and the tranquility started to get destroyed. They travel in machines rather than on foot or bullock. the sound of the birds and moths and butterflies and squirrels dumb by the trashing roar of buses cars and motor vehicles.
Sooner people lost faith in me and the rituals to me become sometimes to never. They forgot that their glory was a result of their great grand peoples loyal and unreserved performance of worship to me. They prayed only when in need and once i blessed which helped them build a bungalow next to this old hut and this was now the adobe of just me. A few days later i got companies of lizards, spiders and snakes. They no longer take care of me but they have all that i blessed them with. Children played mud cakes in front of me and no devotees lined up. They don't see my misery, a few saw didn't cared to save me. I am their god, i gave them all but they returned me neglect. Yet i forgive them remembering the way their ancestors treat me. But with every day that passed my powers drained. Soon i lost powers to protect them all. A few fell ill, a few youth died, business failed, wealth lost, psychopaths increased, studies failed, brothers fight and the glory diminished. But i couldn't help. I had no enough power to empower them. The then old people alive sensed this. they were the last close to me. They reminded their sons about it and they started to clean up the room and light the wicks for me every evening at least. They cleaned me from dust and spider webs. but the snakes refuge half of my place building their nests, it peaked like a miniature Himalayas on one side of me. Though the youth of the family don't chant mantras and praises for me they started devoting me with incense stick and lit ghee wicks. They placed their little prayers and I grab my powers and gave them what i was capable of.
To my surprise one among the elder people of the family foresee the danger that is approaching the family in the near future as in a dream and the worried man consulted a astrologer who advised him to do "Thamboola Prashnam" which is the method of knowing the unknown. This traditional method also helps to predict the future of the family and the members in it one by one. The 'Thamboola Prashnam' was followed by an even intense method called "Swarna Prashnam" using gold. And each member of the family was asked to reach the ancestral home where me and my fellow reptiles and spiders and cats and crows lives. Every one was warned about the havoc they are inviting by leaving the family goddess in ruins, the priests explained the situation of me and the impact of leaving me this way here further. i heard sudden rise of prayers seeking forgiveness for the fail to take care of me. They were misunderstood that the bad things happened to them was my curse, i wanted to correct them. It was not my curse but it was my powerlessness that made all the bad things happen to them. Skin disease and sight problems that swallowed the latest generation. For years as their ancestors kept worshiping me i had power and used it to be a shield for them protecting from all the negatives that was arrowed to them. Now i don't have that power and its not me cursing you. I mean no trouble to any of you. This is as a family for me as to you. I belong here and you don't take me as yours.
Fear was stricken in every ones mind. They were all aware of their mistakes and the punishment as they think that reached them. A few of them wanted to help me, a few had no problem and they thought not to waste money unnecessarily. Every member was given a task with regard to uplifting me/my situation. They relieved me from the slither of the snakes. They gave a place of worship to the snakes alone in the farthest corner of the land where the beal tree, banyan tree and the palmyra palm tree(where the legends believe the ghostly women "yakshis" lived) tangled together like a dark wall. I was place-shifted to a temporary hut "balalayam" as they calls it and the old hut where i was brought first was collapsed in the promise of re building it. My ability to read the minds was also gone as i am now just a flame of dim light taken from the "mukhya sthaana". I need you to give my long lost power and the nobility back. chant the manthars, shout the praises i wish you all hear my sob now..
With the unavoiding evening prayers they present before me, the light from the ghee lamp and head bend bestowal of themselves helped me to gain some grace. I blessed them for their small wishes to come true but they never realized it happened because of me. Little by little they were protected from the troubles. but its the modern men, they don't value their own promises. They live for now, they do for now, they always run behind what that's not theirs and let that go what they have in their hands. They traveled to other big temples, they give offerings to priests and practices. But they spent nothing for me. The work for the new temple paused at the foundations work.
The temporary "balalayam" once shook in a silent earth quake, the wall and the roof cracked. It rain hoarsely in the monsoon throwing the thunder light strike on the earth. It leaked and made me wet. None noticed. My adorn of red silk torn, none observed. I am draining out of my strength more than ever before. and there is no god to help a god. Men creates us and they destroys us. My good times are over and may be this is my time to perish or else they would help me doing their part, i soothed myself. Now that i am empty with the last blaze of my powers i suffer all the misfortunes by myself, yes even gods have to go through bad faith, a bad time..there are many histories about it. I could only watch the ill-fate they receive in the form of bankruptcy, family break ups, diseases, loss, impotence, filth, war, obstacles, death and total destruction . They left me helpless by their deeds..all i can do is to shed a few tears for them but the matter about it is this that..unknowingly my tears becomes a curse for them though i don't wish this to happen to them..
All i wish is once they know the depth of love and care i have always given to them..
Namastasye..Namastasye..Namastasye..Namo Namah..!!
+Akshaya Dilroop, +pooja jith +adhith suresh , +Ashish Jeena, +shamitha nishanthi , +sujoy pr, +Jithu dancer Jazzrockers, +Rajul Ramesh, +Drishya Divakaran, +darshan divakar, +Anirudh Pradeep
From the 'panchaloha' idol a part of me was transferred to a clay idol and i traveled with them in peace..the throbbing cries and shouts just extincted from my ears and all i could hear now was "help us be safe home fast" from these four again and again in different times and separate turns..they prayed it in silence and i kept blessing them..when they become tired i helped them giving small shades for them to relax. when they are thirst, i blessed them with little streams and ponds..and finally their place amidst the dark of big trees..It was a hut thatched with coconut leaves and the floor was smeared with fresh cow dung. there was children and old people in the house. The hut had lot of sections for the members and a special place with a low wooden stool and brass lamps for me..they chanted manthras and placed me in there clothing ma in a new red silk..i was garlanded and worshiped with lighted wicks and flowers and camphor and songs with claps praising my names. Every one was involved children, parents, grand parents and great grand parents.
The life here is tranquil, they offered me everything and followed the rituals properly. They had very less prayers, most of them had the same. " Mother, help us and our children from flood, earth quakes, diseases and dangers. Bless us with food, water and medicines when required. Bless us with health and long life". I granted them all these. At night i watch over them from the wild animals and harsh wind. They ritualized me every day and my power grown from a flame to fire. Years passed, generations passed. The house spited and families traveled to all directions to settle down. each of them carried a part of my possession from 'mukhya sthaana' wishing to place me in their 'mandhir'. Boys in every generations were thought the ways to perform the ordinance so that they can carry out the ritualistic performances and hence will be blessed with prosperity and goodness in their lives.
the passing away of every old generations take away with them a lot of things. It is no longer the same as before. The patterns of houses changed more forest were threshed to plain lands to build mansions. Inventions took place and men become greedier and crooked. They become selfish. Soon it started to get prayers for others destruction. humans ate plants less and animals more. demons started to take birth as humans and the tranquility started to get destroyed. They travel in machines rather than on foot or bullock. the sound of the birds and moths and butterflies and squirrels dumb by the trashing roar of buses cars and motor vehicles.
Sooner people lost faith in me and the rituals to me become sometimes to never. They forgot that their glory was a result of their great grand peoples loyal and unreserved performance of worship to me. They prayed only when in need and once i blessed which helped them build a bungalow next to this old hut and this was now the adobe of just me. A few days later i got companies of lizards, spiders and snakes. They no longer take care of me but they have all that i blessed them with. Children played mud cakes in front of me and no devotees lined up. They don't see my misery, a few saw didn't cared to save me. I am their god, i gave them all but they returned me neglect. Yet i forgive them remembering the way their ancestors treat me. But with every day that passed my powers drained. Soon i lost powers to protect them all. A few fell ill, a few youth died, business failed, wealth lost, psychopaths increased, studies failed, brothers fight and the glory diminished. But i couldn't help. I had no enough power to empower them. The then old people alive sensed this. they were the last close to me. They reminded their sons about it and they started to clean up the room and light the wicks for me every evening at least. They cleaned me from dust and spider webs. but the snakes refuge half of my place building their nests, it peaked like a miniature Himalayas on one side of me. Though the youth of the family don't chant mantras and praises for me they started devoting me with incense stick and lit ghee wicks. They placed their little prayers and I grab my powers and gave them what i was capable of.
To my surprise one among the elder people of the family foresee the danger that is approaching the family in the near future as in a dream and the worried man consulted a astrologer who advised him to do "Thamboola Prashnam" which is the method of knowing the unknown. This traditional method also helps to predict the future of the family and the members in it one by one. The 'Thamboola Prashnam' was followed by an even intense method called "Swarna Prashnam" using gold. And each member of the family was asked to reach the ancestral home where me and my fellow reptiles and spiders and cats and crows lives. Every one was warned about the havoc they are inviting by leaving the family goddess in ruins, the priests explained the situation of me and the impact of leaving me this way here further. i heard sudden rise of prayers seeking forgiveness for the fail to take care of me. They were misunderstood that the bad things happened to them was my curse, i wanted to correct them. It was not my curse but it was my powerlessness that made all the bad things happen to them. Skin disease and sight problems that swallowed the latest generation. For years as their ancestors kept worshiping me i had power and used it to be a shield for them protecting from all the negatives that was arrowed to them. Now i don't have that power and its not me cursing you. I mean no trouble to any of you. This is as a family for me as to you. I belong here and you don't take me as yours.
Fear was stricken in every ones mind. They were all aware of their mistakes and the punishment as they think that reached them. A few of them wanted to help me, a few had no problem and they thought not to waste money unnecessarily. Every member was given a task with regard to uplifting me/my situation. They relieved me from the slither of the snakes. They gave a place of worship to the snakes alone in the farthest corner of the land where the beal tree, banyan tree and the palmyra palm tree(where the legends believe the ghostly women "yakshis" lived) tangled together like a dark wall. I was place-shifted to a temporary hut "balalayam" as they calls it and the old hut where i was brought first was collapsed in the promise of re building it. My ability to read the minds was also gone as i am now just a flame of dim light taken from the "mukhya sthaana". I need you to give my long lost power and the nobility back. chant the manthars, shout the praises i wish you all hear my sob now..
With the unavoiding evening prayers they present before me, the light from the ghee lamp and head bend bestowal of themselves helped me to gain some grace. I blessed them for their small wishes to come true but they never realized it happened because of me. Little by little they were protected from the troubles. but its the modern men, they don't value their own promises. They live for now, they do for now, they always run behind what that's not theirs and let that go what they have in their hands. They traveled to other big temples, they give offerings to priests and practices. But they spent nothing for me. The work for the new temple paused at the foundations work.
The temporary "balalayam" once shook in a silent earth quake, the wall and the roof cracked. It rain hoarsely in the monsoon throwing the thunder light strike on the earth. It leaked and made me wet. None noticed. My adorn of red silk torn, none observed. I am draining out of my strength more than ever before. and there is no god to help a god. Men creates us and they destroys us. My good times are over and may be this is my time to perish or else they would help me doing their part, i soothed myself. Now that i am empty with the last blaze of my powers i suffer all the misfortunes by myself, yes even gods have to go through bad faith, a bad time..there are many histories about it. I could only watch the ill-fate they receive in the form of bankruptcy, family break ups, diseases, loss, impotence, filth, war, obstacles, death and total destruction . They left me helpless by their deeds..all i can do is to shed a few tears for them but the matter about it is this that..unknowingly my tears becomes a curse for them though i don't wish this to happen to them..
All i wish is once they know the depth of love and care i have always given to them..
Namastasye..Namastasye..Namastasye..Namo Namah..!!
+Akshaya Dilroop, +pooja jith +adhith suresh , +Ashish Jeena, +shamitha nishanthi , +sujoy pr, +Jithu dancer Jazzrockers, +Rajul Ramesh, +Drishya Divakaran, +darshan divakar, +Anirudh Pradeep
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