Smt. KALPAGAM SWAMINATHAN

1.Video-Message about Teacher by my mother, Smt.  Kamala Aswathama, one of the senior most disciples of Teacher.

2. With Teacher.

Smt. Kalpagam Swaminathan (15th August 1922-6th April 2011), reverentially and fondly known as 'Teacher' strictly adhered to Veena Sampradayam. Her weighty gamakas (swara oscillations) are inimitable and unparalleled. A Veena Yogini who played the original acoustic Saraswathi Veena.

Sound effects and amplification tactics in the absence of Veena nadham  (as in the case of guitar-sounding Electric Veenas with magnetic strings) were of no use to her. Her powerful Veena playing projected her ethereal Veena nadham by means of the confluence of her prana and the wood grains of Veena's Jack wood. She believed in hard work as demanded only by traditional acoustic Veenas.  

The field of Veena today has original acoustic Veenas as well as electric Veenas coming under the common name of Veena. The layman is unaware of the difference as the acoustic and electric Veenas look alike. I have posted extensively explaining the significant features and dynamics that define traditional acoustic Veena in the modern field of Veena.

A quick run through-

ACOUSTIC VEENA (TRADITIONAL)-

1.Player experiences spiritual bliss. 

2.Listeners experience the same spiritual bliss invoked by the player.

3.Meant for spiritual upliftment.

4.Resonance emanates from the combined energies of the player and grains in the Jack wood of the Veena.

5.Jack wood which is divine transmits the energy derived from the gut region of the player.

6.Soft sounding instrument.

7.The gut effort of player taps kundalini (prana shakti or lifeforce energy) of the player.

8. Rendition of nuances (kuril-short and nedil-long) which are the most important features in Veena. These features bring out the aesthetics and tap the shatchakras of the player.

9.Taps the inner voice of the player.

10.Difficult to play and master.

11.Very few acoustic players today.

ELECTRIC VEENA (MODERN)

1.Looks deceptively like the traditional Veena. 

2.Entirely controlled by mike system.

3.Requires magnetic strings.

4.The divine and vital Jack wood is rejected by a specially designed pickup/ contact mike.

5.Specially designed pickup/ contact mike contacts only magnetic strings.

6.Easy to play and extremely popular among Veena aspirants due to minimal efforts in playing.

7. Instrument provides facilities like speed and techniques designed for playing to the gallery.

8. Nuances (kuril, nedil) are partially audible, that too in rare cases.

9.The gut effort of the player is very less.

10.The sound ultimately produced is no match to an acoustic Veena in terms of divinity and aesthetics.

11. Produces an alien tone sounding like a mix of guitar-mandolin- sitar and gottuvadhyam. 

12. Absence of Veena nadham.

 

The Journey- (Concluding Part-3)

It is a pleasant coincidence that the concluding part of The Journey is being published only 4 days ahead of our country's Independence Day. My travel experience described in the 3 parts of 'The Journey' is all about peace and harmony. This incident stays in my mind forever. 

Turning towards me the attendant assured me, "Don't worry, I will remove the trash bin from the compartment and request him to dispose off trash in the outside bin near the toilet".

The attendant smiled widely at the tall man. Talking in Hindi he asked, "Saab, hope you are comfortable and everything is fine."

The tall man patted the attendant's shoulder and nodded.

"Saab, please don't throw food inside the compartment. Madam is vegetarian."

The tall man's brows knit in confusion. The attendant added in broken English, "Madam... no meat... only vegetables eating."

The tall man looked surprised and nodded at me. 

The attendant added, "Saab, tomorrow breakfast, what will you have?"

The tall man looked at me while addressing the attendant, "Madam food, same same."

The attendant asked in surprise, "No eggs Sir?"

"No. Same Madam breakfast."

I did not mean to stop him from eating whatever he wanted. Frustrated at being mistaken I addressed the attendant, "I didn't mean to object to nonveg at all. Only to disposing off food inside the compartment!!".

The attendant was not listening to me, focusing on the tall man he asked curiously, "Idli, pongal and vada Sir??!!"

The tall man gestured elaborately with his hands conveying that the names of the dishes didn't matter. He added, "I happy vegetables eat." 

I asserted, "No, no, please have your usual breakfast, I don't mind if you eat nonveg."

The tall man stared and I turned to the attendant to translate.

The attendant told me in Tamil, "Please leave it. He wants to have vegetarian, let him taste our idli, pongal and vada".

"Oh, okay", I said in a resigned tone feeling like a spoilsport.

Guilty, I became tongue-tied.

As I turned towards my berth the tall man started talking to the attendant. His Urdu mixed Hindi was heavily accented. In between I saw him gesturing towards me.  Irked, I mentally decided not to talk anymore and as usual put up with whatever happens as God's will.

The attendant looked at me hesitantly. Irritated with the attendant for miscommunicating I ignored him and sat on my berth.

Approaching me the attendant said in an embarrassed voice,  "Saab is saying that you seem very frightened of him. He's asking you not to worry. He says you are his sister and he will take care of you in the journey."

I was taken aback. Pleasantly surprised and touched by the sentiments expressed by the tall man I felt my mood lighten.

Embarrassed,  I smiled shyly at the tall man, "Oh... thank you so much!!" He nodded seriously.

With the weight lifted off my chest, I thanked the attendant and prepared to lie down on my berth.

Picking up the trash bin the attendant walked out, pulling the shutter-door behind him. The tall man immediately pushed the shutter-door open, looking at me pointedly. His action of pulling the door open was deliberate, as though assertively conveying to me that he meant no harm. The compartment door remained open all through the night.

Finding it difficult to unwind and quieten the Veena inside myself I was awake for a long time.

I was surprised to see the tall man climb up the opposite top berth even though the opposite lower berth was reserved for him.

Feeling totally at ease I drifted off into an uneasy slumber.

Something made me wake up with a start and I found myself gazing at the tall man struggling with the most exotic colorful mini-carpet in the alleyway outside the compartment. The carpet looked like a yoga mat. Baffled and fully awake I wondered what he was trying to do in the dead of the night. My wristwatch was somewhere and I didn't know what time it was.

Somehow feeling responsible to help him I got up and walked to the door.

He glanced at me and continued his efforts in spreading the mini-carpet. The carpet was wide and too big to fit in the size of the alleyway.

It suddenly struck me that he wanted to pray!! Was it early morning? My head felt fuzzy from inadequate sleep and tiredness.

Feeling at ease with him, I cleared my throat, "Excuse me, do you want to pray?"

He looked at me blankly.

I showed in action by raising both hands like how Muslims pray.

He nodded.

With both hands I gestured towards the inside of the compartment, "Please pray inside." I combined my statement with the action of praying.

He understood me clearly. He stood for a moment, pondering doubtfully.

I understood the reason for his hesitation.

Looking at him directly I told in a firm voice," No, No, please pray inside the compartment. Main bahut khush!!" I added in broken Hindi. I combined with elaborate hand gestures to make myself understood correctly.

Not waiting for his answer I bent down to pick up the other end of his carpet. He immediately stopped me with his hands and somehow preferred to pick up the carpet himself. I backed away realizing that probably non-Muslims are not allowed to touch their prayer mat. Before picking up the carpet he bowed to me. When he lifted his head he was actually beaming. His smile reached his kohl-lined eyes that lit up his entire face. 

I felt oddly rewarded by his hearty smile. Feeling odd to bow down in return, I folded my hands in a gesture of 'Namasthe' , smiling back at him heartily. Spreading the mini-carpet between the berths he started his prayers first in a standing posture and bending several times. I pulled my legs up to sit cross-legged, sitting close to the window. Bending sideways I pulled the loosely hanging bedcovers so that they did not come in way of his prayers. Fascinated by his chanting in low tone I noticed that he sat down in Vajrasana. Marveling and admiring him for his steadfast devotion to God, I closed my eyes to meditate on the stillness of Kailash Mansarovar in my heart region. Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness I felt an enormous sense of peace descend on me, to fill me, spill out of me to spread its wings, encapsulating the compartment in a golden glow.

The Journey- (Part-2)

Usually adept at shutting off my surroundings, I struggled to ignore the tall co-passenger's presence. His aura was compelling.

As I opened my food packet the train started its movement slowly. I sat facing the window to stare blindly at the dark glass while eating. I was unable to relish the food and more focused on finishing the food quickly so that I could rest my aching body on the berth.

A strong aroma assaulted my nostrils and I turned quickly to glance over my shoulder. The tall passenger was uninhibitedly opening an assortment of steel boxes containing greasy looking nonvegetarian food. Quickly turning back to my food I managed a couple of more mouthfuls before wrapping up the remaining food. Getting up abruptly I took the wrapped remains of my food to dispose off in the garbage bin near the toilet outside.

The tall passenger gestured wildly at me. My heartrate quickened and I stared at him not understanding what he was trying to convey. He kept pointing towards something. I turned towards the direction he was pointing and saw a small plastic dust bin near the foot of my berth. He was showing me the bin where I must trash my food. 

I was appalled! What a place for a garbage bin!!I couldn't imagine disposing off food right inside the coach, even if the garbage bin had a lid. I shook my head at my co-passenger, softening my refusal with a smile. I heard him mutter something in a strange dialect as I walked out.

Trashing the remains of my food in the garbage bin next to the toilet I looked around for the attendant. He was nowhere in sight. Dragging my feet back to the compartment I entered. The tall man was engrossed in eating.

I reached out for the bedding that was neatly folded and kept on the top berth. Painfully aware of his scrutiny I started to prepare my bed and laid down self-consciously. As I lifted my legs up to lie down the tall man got up from the opposite seat and walked towards my berth. My heart stopped for a second and resumed its beating at a wild rate. He held one of the steel dabbas in his hand and bent to empty the remnants of his food into the garbage bin placed at the foot of my berth. Alarmed, I sprang up to a sitting position, pulling the bed covers close to me.

"Excuse me, excuse me!" my voice screeched in protest.

He turned to give me a piercing look.

My voice trembled, "Please... don't drop the food here!!" I appealed.

His brows knit and he looked confused. 

I pointed towards the doorway, "There's another garbage bin outside." I told him nervously.

He shook his head as though he didn't understand me.

I quickly got up and went in search of the attendant. 

Finding the attendant who was a Tamilian, I explained my predicament to him. "Look, I don't understand his language and obviously even he's not able to understand my English, and my Hindi is bad. I don't want the food to be trashed inside the compartment please. I have  to spend 2 nights and one whole day in the compartment." I added hesitatingly, "It's difficult for me to spend so much time close to a trash can full of stale food, that too nonveg. Please explain to him." I requested.

The attendant smiled, "Oh, avaraa?! He's from Afganisthan settled somewhere in North. He knows little Hindi. You can tell him."

"No no, you please tell him." I requested.

By the time the attendant and myself entered the compartment the tall man was pouring all the remains of his food into the garbage bin near my berth. Horrified, I stood frozen, staring helplessly.

(TO BE CONTINUED......)

The Journey- (Part-1)

NEW DELHI 2001-

The young man asked eagerly, "Ma'am, Bhairavi is janya of which ragam?" 

"Ma'am what train are you taking?" The organization's secretary asked in an urgent tone.

Both questions came from opposite sides of the dias.

I was  packing my Veena, my hands worked at a feverish pace, tying the knots of Veena cover strings. My heart thumped, I had to rush to the railway station. Audience surrounded the stage and were trying to get my attention, talking and asking questions- all at the same time.

"Tamilnadu Express." I  answered the young man.

He looked baffled. "I asked about Bhairavi...."

My right hand searched blindly for the other end of the string of the outer covering of my Veena.

I had to pull my thoughts back from Tamilnadu Express to Bhairavi. "Oh, sorry, mmmm...Natabhairavi."

I smiled at him and everybody around the stage. I was touched by their affection and regards, and felt bad that I couldn't have a leisurely conversation with them.

"Ma'am what are the ragas you played in ragamalika thanam? At least name 2 of them." A very shy looking Mami bent towards me and asked in a soft voice.

"Aloo Paratha and Kadai vegetable, is that your order Ma'am?" The organization's volunteer who was going to accompany me to the railway station was in charge of the food packets.

I waved at him in affirmation.

I turned towards the Mami, my hands almost completing the job of tying all the knots of the Veena cover.

I smiled at her, "I can't really remember. I played vivadi ragas. Kosalam, Neethimathi and Kanthamani were among the ragas."

"Thank you" she said softly. "Can I touch your hand?" She added shyly.

Without answering her I grasped her hand tightly with both my hands. 

Suddenly bending her head she kissed my hand. Touched, I looked at her not knowing how to respond. I thought her eyes were wet when she lifted her head.

She turned and left abruptly.

Feeling moved, I momentarily felt a sense of vacuum. 

Packing completed I announced to the people standing around the dias with folded hands, "Thank you all so much! Please excuse me, I have to catch a train. I have to rush. I am sorry but I don't have time to sign autographs or answer anymore questions. Truly sorry!!"

As I was about to get up one more book and pen were thrust under my chin.

"You can't say no to signing this autograph, because it's a voucher."

The organization's treasurer laughed aloud at his own joke.

I managed a smile.

After signing the voucher I got down swiftly from the stage, the heaviness of my sweaty silk saree weighing me down. In the greenroom I quickly changed into a light cotton saree and almost ran to the waiting car. After quickly checking that all my bags and Veena were intact I got inside the car and heaved a sigh. 

NEW DELHI RAILWAY STATION.

I played Kanthamani as the main raga in my concert that evening. Improvised 'sangatis' of Kanthamani and the resonance of my Veena  rang in my ears. Waves of tiredness and hunger washed over me.

Feeling ravenous I remembered the packet of aloo paratha and kadai vegetable snuggled in the side of my handbag. I reached inside the bag for the food packet. The compartment door creaked open and my hand stopped midway. A hefty, Afghani-looking man entered the coach sideways. He stepped in with his head bent due to his extraordinary height.

Dressed in a pathani suit, a shawl-like garment rolled and tied around his head and pointed boots, he was extremely tall....much more than 6 feet. His light eyes were kohl-lined , his hair a sun-burnt brown and his leathery skin was fair. Bad at guessing ages I wondered if he was in his 30s. His hefty and towering personality seemed to reduce the size of the compartment even further. Feeling dwarfed and overwhelmed I thought I must ask the TC to shift me to a coach with ladies.

The railway porter who brought the tall man's luggage placed them under the berth with great care. The tall man turned to look around the compartment, his gaze briefly touching my face.

He looked stern, his kohl-lined eyes narrowing when he found  my Veena perched on the top berth. He quickly looked at me and back at the instrument and again back at me. My heart pounded in my chest and I wondered nervously if he had an objection to my Veena. He looked so formidable!

He said nothing but continued to stare at me unabashedly, his kohl-lined eyes fierce in its gaze. His open curiosity made me squirm and I shifted uneasily. 

To my utter relief the ticket collector entered the compartment in his black coat and a pad in hand. He sat next to me, "Ticket madam".

Eager and at the same time not wanting to hurt or offend the tall man, I requested the TC in a hushed voice "Please, excuse me, can I change my berth to where there are ladies? Please??"

The tall man in his gruff voice cut me short. Addressing the TC loudly in a certain dialect with a splattering of familiar Urdu words he wanted to know why the berths seemed narrow in size and about the pantry service.

Struggling to understand what he asked and after replying to him the TC turned towards me again, "Sorry madam, all compartments are full, all families. I can't ask them."

"How about coupe?" I asked eagerly.

"Occupied by two sisters travelling together."

My heart sunk low. 

I asked the TC, "Who else is travelling in this compartment."

"Only the two of you, unless someone boards on the way to Chennai."

I gulped nervously. "Ok".

The Jain meal in my bag lost its appeal. After some thought I felt it would be better to finish my meal quickly and go to sleep. 

(TO BE CONTINUED....)

OORU KUTCHERI

Ignoring the ringing mobile in my hand, I checked my handbag for the umpteenth time to see if the train ticket was there.

My husband reminded me about my water bottle.

Wiping the sweat on my brow I replied, "Ya, I think the watchman has kept the bottle in the car."

The mobile rang again, it was my mother.

"Amma, emiti? what?"

My mother asked in a hurried tone, "Gayathri, neellu theesukunnavaa? Trainlo emi thintaavu?" (Did you take drinking water? What will you eat in the train?"

"Amma, don't worry, we are eating in Woodlands on the way to the station."

"Be careful, call me as soon as you settle in the train."

I assured her, " Okay Amma, I will...."

She cut me short, " Did you pack contact mike, Veena strings and ..."

I was impatient, "Amma, please... I have to rush, I will call as soon as I board the train, I promise!"

My mother continued, "Don't forget to call."

"No, I won't Amma."

"Saab bula rahe hain." It was the watchman. My husband was in the car, waiting.

Hurrying to the pooja room I quickly prostrated to Sri Vidyaranya Swami's idol. I stood in front of the Venkateswara Swami's photo and Ranganatha Swami's photo to pray quickly.

Rushing out of the house I pulled the door shut.

My tension started to build at the thought of carrying my Veena safely through the crowds in Chennai Railway Station.

Getting inside the car I declared to my husband, " I won't accept anymore outstation concerts. Simply fed up, can't take this tension of carrying the instrument in all that crowd. Had enough!!"

My husband drawled, "This is what you tell me everytime you go on a concert tour."

I sighed and mentally started counting the hours till I get back home. 40 hours including 2 nights in train!

Thank God, it was not a long trip.

Our car entered Central station. I anxiously eyed the chaotic scenario inside the railway station. Amidst loud horns and chattering of people, vehicles were lining up near the entrance to drop off passengers and luggage.

Getting out of the car I looked around for a porter who seemed qualified to carry a divine instrument like Veena. Health issues did not allow myself or my husband to carry weights, that too walk while carrying them.

"Hurry up, what are you looking for?" My husband asked impatiently.

"I am searching for a pious-looking porter. I can't give my Veena to someone who's reeking of tobacco or alcohol!!" 

My husband said cynically, "That'll be a wild goose chase."

Fortunately I found a smiling and cultured porter who fitted my bill.

I instructed the porter anxiously on the method of carrying the instrument.

"Don't worry Madam, I know how to carry a guitar as well as a suitcase in both hands."

Momentarily confused I realized that he referred to my Veena as guitar.

Not bothering to correct him I exclaimed, " No no you can't carry both the Veena and suitcase together!!"

I scanned the surroundings for another porter to carry part of the luggage.

The porter highhandedly bent down to pick up the Veena while holding the suitcase in his other hand.

I was horrified. "NO!!" I shrieked and tried to grab the Veena from the porter.

"Ayyo Madam, why are you so worried?! Last week I carried a guitar for an old lady along with 2 suitcases, all by myself. I know how to carry, just leave it to me."

Watching helplessly I winced as he bent down to whisk the instrument in a swift movement. He placed the trunk of the Veena above his right shoulder.

Trying not to shriek I said firmly, "You shouldn't place the instrument on top of your shoulder!! You either carry the instrument the way I tell you, otherwise give it to me."

The porter grudgingly agreed to following my instructions.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my husband smiling at my demonstration on how a Veena has to be carried.

Walking through the crowd, the porter tried to chat me up.

"Do you play guitar on TV?"

I hated chatting about myself or my profession.

"No" I replied tightly and tried to move away in order to avoid further conversation.

Unmindful of my hint the porter adjusted his gait towards me. He asked persistently, "Do you act in TV serials?"

Suppressing my irritation I answered, "No". Trying to divert his attention I added, "Be careful, don't drop the instrument."

The porter replied carelessly, "Don't worry Madam, I won't drop it."

After some thoughtful silence the porter turned towards me. His eyes mirrored his surprise and pleasure as he exclaimed, "I know who you are!! You are a TV newsreader! I think I saw you reading news last week!!"

I smiled in reply, allowing him to think he was right, at least that would put an end to his questions about me.

The porter placed my luggage on the platform.

My eyes were inevitably drawn to a huge hoarding displaying a collage of passport size photographs of petty thieves and criminals. The caption in bold letters read-"BEWARE OF PICKPOCKETS AND THIEVES."  I was suddenly reminded of my mridanga-vidwan-friend's joke about it and I controlled bubbles of laughter. This vidwan is well known for his sense of humor. A well-known music organization in the city advertised their performing artists' passport size photos in a similar fashion (layout and design etc). The mridanga vidwan joked that due to the similarity the posters could create confusion in general public, (between the music organsation's advt. and the hoarding of petty thieves displayed by the railway station).

The mobile rang again. Chuckling to myself I reached for my mobile.

It was the same mridanga vidwan on the other end. He asked, "Hi, are you in the station?"

"Yes, where are you?"

"On my way to station. I just now finished a concert."

"Oh, what about your dinner?" I asked.

He replied that his wife had packed some food.

"Oh, good, we will meet tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Bye!"

I replied, "Bye, good night!" 

As we walked towards our compartment another porter passing our way teased my porter, "Hey, when did you start playing sitar?"

My porter retorted, "It's not a sitar, it's a guitar!"

Rolling my eyes upwards I paused near the name chart to search for my name and berth number.

After settling the luggage and paying the porter my husband got down from the train.

He came to the window and pressed my hand, "Call me as soon as you reach. Take care, bye."

I waved bye to him. He suddenly made a U-turn and came back to the window, a smile on his lips.

"Emiti?" I asked him curiously.

Laughing, he said, "Some people asked me for my autograph."

My eyes widened in surprise, "Why?!"

"I think they saw me carry your Veena in between. Probably because of that they thought I am the artist. And you know what??!! They thought I am Chittibabu!" 

Ooru Kutcheri and The Journey

I have travelled widely within India for over four decades (1969- 2010) to cities, towns and villages to perform. Most of my journeys were by train or by road. The comfort of air travel was shunned by me in the interest of my Veena and as a result I took up tiring, boring and lengthy train travels.

'Ooru Kutcheri' is a light-hearted description of my routine train journeys.

'The Journey' is a fascinating kaleidoscope of feelings, observations and sentiments that stayed in my memory...... 

Ooru Kutcheri and The Journey will be posted in series of parts. 

SRI GURU GITA-11 (Chapter-1)

BHAGAVANJI SRI VISWAGURU VIDYARANYA SWAMI, NARASARAOPET, GUNTUR DISTRICT, ANDHRAPRADESH

101) GNYAANAM VINAA MUKTHI PADAM LABHYATHEY GURUBHAKTHITHAHA

GURO SSAMAANATHO NAANYATHSAADHANAM GURUMAARGINAAM.

Meaning- Liberation is attained even in the absence of knowledge through pure devotion towards the Spiritual Master. For those who are in the path of their Spiritual Master will realize that no other penance can equal the path of their Guru.

102) YASMAATH PARATHARAM NAASTHI NEYTHI NEYTHEETHI VAI SHRUTHIHI

SAAMARDHYA MABHAJANSARVEY SRUSHTISDHITHYANTHAKARMANI.

Meaning- The Spiritual Master who the religious doctrines declare emphatically as unparalleled and Supreme most has to be worshipped by prayers and a sincere mind.

103) GUROHO KRUPAA PRASAADEYNA BRAHMA VISHNU MAHESHWARAAHA

SAAMARDHYA MABHAJANSSARVEY SRUSHTISSDHITHYANTHAKARMANI.

Meaning- It is only due to the Grace of the Spiritual Master that the Lords Brahma, Vishnu and Maheswara obtained the power to create, sustain and destruct.

104) DEVA KINNARA GANDHARVAAHA PITHRUYAKSHAASTHU THUMBURUHU

MUNAYOPI NA JAANANTHI GURUSUSHROOSHEYNA VIDHIM.

Meaning- Even Gods (Devas), celestial musicians who are part human and part birds (Kinnaras), celestial singers and dancers (Gandharvas), departed ancestors (Pithru devathas), spirits (Yakshas), the best among Gandharvas and a Gandharva King was the cause for Shiva Purana to be narrated in the Vindhya mountain range (Tumburu) and sages/monks are not equipped enough to grasp the nature of the Spiritual Master.

105) THAARKIKAA SHCHAANDASAA SHCHAIVA DEIVAGNYAAHA KARMATAAHA PRIYE

LAUKIKAA STHEY NA JAANANTHI GURUTHATHVAM NIRAAKULAM.

Meaning- Philosophers, vedic scholars, renowned astrologers and pundits who conduct religious rituals due to their expertise in worldly and material matters are incapable of comprehending the true nature of the Spiritual Master.

106) MAHAAHANKAARAGARVEYNA THAPO VIDYAA BALEYNA CHA

BHRAMANTHI CHAASMIN SAMSAAREY GHATEEYANTHRAM YADHAA PUNAHA.

Meaning- Those who are highly egoistic and arrogant, those who are empowered by meditation and education go astray and struggle due to the lack of correct knowledge and understanding.

107) YAGNINO PI NA MUKTHAA SSYUHU NA MUKTHAA YOGINA STHADHAA

THAAPASAA API NO MUKTHAA GURUTHATHVAA THPARAANMUKHAAHA.

Meaning- Performers of religious rituals, yogasanas or meditators can never become liberated if they go against the nature of the Spiritual Master.

108) NA MUKTHAASTHU GANDHARVAAHA PITHRUYAKSHAA STHU CHAARANAAHA

RUSHAYA SSIDDHA DEVAADHYAA GURUSEYVAA PARAANMUKHAAHA.

Meaning- Likewise celestial musicians and dancers (Gandharvas), departed ancestors (Pithru Devathas), spirits (Yakshas), medieval musicians (Chaaranas), ascetics (Siddhas), Gods (Devas) and sages (Rishis) who are against the worship of the Spiritual Master are incapable of attaining 'mukthi' (liberation).

END OF CHAPTER-1

(To be continued.....)

SRI GURU GITA-10 (Chapter-1)

MAHAPERIYAVA

91) GUKAARAM CHA GUNAATHEETHAM RUKAARAM ROOPAVARJITHAM

GUNAATHEETHA MAROOPAM CHA YO DADYAA THSA GURU SMRUTHAHA.

Meaning- 'GU' means beyond natural tendencies. 'RU' means the state of formlessness. The true Spiritual Master is one who grants that which is beyond nature and form.

92) ATHRINETHRA SSHIVA SSAAKSHAATH DWIBAAHU SHCHA HARIHI SMRUTHAHA

YO CHATHURVADANO BRAHMAA SHREEGURUHU KADHITHAHA PRIYE.

Meaning- O Beloved! Spiritual Master is truly and absolutely Lord Shiva without third eye, Lord Hari with only 2 arms and Lord Brahma without 4 faces.

93) AYAM MAYAANJALI RBADDHO DAYAA SAAGARA SIDDHAYE

YADANUGRAHATHO JANTHUHU CHITHRA SAMSAARA MUKTHI BHAAK.

Meaning- Man is freed from the complex material world due to the grace of the Spiritual Master. I stretch my arms with open palms to appeal to such a Supreme Spiritual Master.

94) SHREEGUROHO PARAMAM ROOPAM VIVEKA CHAKSHU RAGRATHAHA

MANDABHAAGYAA NA PASHYANTHI ANDHAA SSOORYODAYAM.

Meaning- Man who is wisest is able to witness the Supreme form of the Spiritual Master right in front of himself. People who are unfortunate and blind are unable to find the Guru's form which is like the sunrise (meaning- only the wisest witness sunrise, even if unable to witness sunrise with naked eye, one should be up and about before sunrise to welcome it).

95) KULAANAAM KULAKOTEENAAM THAARAKA STHATHRA THATHAKSHANAATH

ATHA STHAM SADGURUM GNYAATHVAA THRIKAALA MABHIVAADAYETH.

Meaning- The true Spiritual Master is One sho grants liberation to people belonging to crores of religions/castes. Therefore it is essential to identify such a Guru and offer prayers to Him during 'thrikalam' ( 3 times of the day- morning, noon and evening. To my knowledge any sloka or mantra when recited punctually at 6 AM- 12 NOON- 6 PM yields powerful results).

96) SHREE NAADHA CHARANA DWANDWAM YASYAAM DISHI VIRAAJITHEY

THASYAAM DISHA NAMASKURYAATH BHAKTHYAA PRATHIDINAM PRIYE.

Meaning- One must offer prayers everyday in the direction shown by the two feet of the Spiritual Master who is the form of Lord Vishnu.

97) SAASHTAANGA PRANIPAATHENA STHUVA NNITHYAM GURUM BHAJETH

BHAJANAATH SDHAIRYA MAAPNOTHI SWASWAROOPAMAYO BHAVETH.

Meaning- One must perform 'sashtanga danda pranamam' (lying on the stomach,  prostrate and erect on the floor like a stick). SASHTANGA- 6 PARTS OF THE BODY- TOES, KNEES, HANDS, CHIN, NOSE AND TEMPLE TOUCHING THE GROUND;  'DANDA PRANAMAM'- 2 PARTS OF THE BODY- KNEES AND FOREHEAD TOUCHING THE GROUND. By prostrating like this one will be able to retain the wisdom of knowledge. He becomes the Supreme form.

98) DORBHYAAM PADBHYAAM CHA JAANUBHYAA MURASAA SHIRASAA DRUSHAA

MANASAA VACHASAA CHETHI PRANAAMO SHTAANGA UCHYATHEY.

Meaning- Ashtanga namaskaram means prostration performed by hands, feet, knees, chest, head, eyes, mind and speech.

99) THASYAI DISHEY SATHATHA MANJALI REYSHA NITHYAM

PRAKSHIPYATHAAM MUKHARITHAI RMADHURAIHI PRASOONAIHI.

JAAGARTHI YATHRA BHAGAVAAN GURUCHAKRAVARTHEE 

VISHWASTHITHI PRALAYA NAATAKA NITHYASAAKSHEE.

Meaning- One must offer prayers akin to fragrant flowers in open palms to the God and Spiritual Master who is the Eternal Witness of the existence of Universe and the drama of Destruction.

100) ABHYASTHAIHI KIMU DEERGHAKAALA VIMALAI RVYAADHIPRADAI RDUSHKARAIHI

PRAANAAYAAMASHATHAI RANEKA KARANAI RDUKHAATHMAKAI RDURJARAIHI

YASMI NNABHYUDITHEY VINASHYATHI BALEE VAAYU SSVAYAM THATHKSHANAATH

PRAAPTHUM THATHSAHAJA SVABHAAVA MANISHAM SEYVEYTHA CHAIKAM GURUM.

Meaning- There are innumerable varieties of 'pranayama' (breathing techniques in 'yoga'). Many of them are general and easy to practice, many of them may result in health complications if they are not practiced correctly, many are not meant to be practiced and require stringent rules to be followed, many of them are impossible to master. Where is the need for hundreds of such 'pranayama' techniques? The knowledge of the Spiritual Master gives us natural control of our most potent life force energy. We must at all times worship such a Spiritual Master who is one with nature.

SRI GURU GITA-9 (Chapter-1)

SHIRDI SAIBABA

81) GURUMADHYE SDHITHAM VISHWAM VISHWAMADHYE SDHITHO GURUHU

GURU RVISHWAM NA CHAANYOSTHI THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The entire Universe is within the Spiritual Master and the Spiritual Master is within the Universe. The Universe and the Spiritual Master are one and the same. I prostrate to such a Guru.

82) BHAVAARANYA PRAVISHTASYA DINGMOHA BHRAANTHA CHEYTHASAHA

YENA SANDARSHITHA PANDHAAHA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- When one enters the horrific forest of life and when one's mind is in a turmoil not knowing where to go, it is the Spiritual Master who takes charge and leads on the correct path to safety and enlightenment. I prostrate to such a Guru.

83) THAAPATHRAYAAGNITHAPTHAANAA MASHAANTHA PRAANINAAM MUDHEY

GURU REYVA PARAA GANGAA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The souls of human beings are scorched by the three fires namely-'Adhyathmikam' (suffering caused by own self), 'adibhautikam' (suffering caused by the outside situations/people), 'adideivikam' (suffering caused by powers beyond our ken/paranormal). The Spiritual Master flows as the great Ganges to cool the burnt souls of human beings and grant them supreme bliss. I prostrate to such a Guru. ('Adi' means relating to).

84) AGNYAANEY NAAHINAA GRASTHAAHA PRAANINA STHAAN CHIKITHSAKAHA

VIDYAASWAROOPO BHAGAVAAN THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- Humans suffer the stings of horrific serpents of  ignorance. Only the Spiritual Master is capable of healing. I prostrate to the Spiritual Master, who is the epitome of Supreme Knowledge.

85) HEYTHAVEY JAGATHAA MEYVA SAMSAARAARNAVASEYTHAVEY

PRABHAVEY SARVAVIDYAANAAM SHAMBHAVEY GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The Spiritual Master is the Creator of all the worlds, the 'Sethu' (bridge) of life which is full of complexities, the Lord of all the knowledgeable subjects and the One who grants abundance and prosperity to all living beings. I prostrate to such a Guru.

86) DHYAANAMOOLAM GURORMOORTHIHI POOJAAMOOLAM GUROHPADAM

MANTHRAMOOLAM GURORVAAKYAM MUKTHIMOOLAM GUROHKRUPAA.

Meaning- The Form of the Spiritual Master is the essence of meditation, the Feet of the Spiritual Master is the core of worship (pooja), the Words of the Spiritual Master are the sacred verses (mantra), the Grace of the Spiritual Master is the path to liberation.

87) SAPTHA SAAGARA PARYANTHA THEERDHASNAANAPHALAM THU YATH

GUROHO PAADODABINDO SHCHA SAHASRAAMSHENA THATHPHALAM.

Meaning- All the holy rivers that have flown across the seven great oceans are equal to the one thousandth of a drop of water that covers the Feet of the Spiritual Master.

88) SHIVEY RUSHTEY GURU STHRAATHAA GURAU RUSHTEYNA KASHCHANA

LABDHVAA KULAGURUM SAMYAGGURU MEYVA SAMAASHRAYETH.

Meaning- The Spiritual Master rescues us from the anger of Lord Shiva, but none has the power to rescue when the Spiritual Master is enraged. That is why it is essential to first of all approach the Master of one's sect ('Kula Guru'). Only after that one must surrender oneself to the Spiritual Master of Supreme Knowledge ('Gnyaana Guru').

89) MADHULUBDHO YADHAA BHRUNGAHA PUSHPAA THPUSHPAANTHARAM VRAJETH

GNYAANALUBDHA STHADHAA SISHYO GURO RGURVANTHARAM VRAJETH.

Meaning- The bee which desires honey flies from one flower to another flower. Similarly one who desires Supreme Knowledge should leave the material Master to reach the Spiritual Master who is the epitome of Knowledge.

90) VANDEY GURUPADA DVANDVAM VAANGMANOTHEETHA GOCHARAM

SHWETHA RAKTHA PRABHAABHINNAM SHIVASHAKTHYAATHMAKAM PARAM.

Meaning- The Supreme Feet of the Spiritual Master are beyond the comprehension of human mind and beyond the expression of human words. They represent the joint forms of Shiva and Shakthi glowing brilliantly in white and red colors. 

SRI GURU GITA-8 (Chapter-1)

SWAYAM PRAKASHA AVADOOTHA SWAMIGAL, SENDAMANGALAM 

71)YASYA GNYAATHAM MATHAM THASYA MATHAM YASYA NA VEDA SAHA

ANANYABHAAVABHAAVEYNA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- Whatever the Spiritual Master knows is the religion of every human being.Whatever is unknown to the Spiritual Master is not a religion (there is nothing/no matter which is beyond the comprehension of the omnipresent Spiritual Master, such a thing is considered nonexistent and therefore disregarded). I prostrate to the Spiritual Master who possesses such an abundance of knowledge.

72) YASMAI KAARANAROOPAAYA KAARYAROOPEYNA BHAATHI YATH

KAARYA KAARANA ROOPAAYA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- He is the personification of reason/purpose. But He shines as a personification of action. I prostrate to such a Spiritual Master who is an epitome of purpose and action.

73) NAANAA ROOPA MIDAM VISHWAM NA KEYNAAPYASTHI BHINNATHAA

KAARYA KAARANA ROOPAAYA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The universe in all its complexities is not different or apart from the Spiritual Master (Guru). I prostrate to such a Spiritual Master who is an epitome of purpose and action.

74) GNYAANA SHAKTHI SAMAAROODHA THATHVAMAALAA VIBHOOSHINEY

BHUKTHI MUKTHI PRADAATHREY CHA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The Spiritual Master who is decorated by the garland of knowledge grants material fulfillment and liberation to His devotees. I prostrate to such a Spiritual Master.

75) ANEYKA JANMA SAMPRAAPTHA KARMABANDHAVIDAAHINEY

GNYAANAANALA PRABHAAVEYNA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The karmic tendencies of many birth cycles become one's inherent qualities. The karmic tendencies are burnt to ashes by the knowledge of the Spiritual Master. I prostrate to such a Guru.

76) SOSHANAM BHAVASINDHO SHCHA DEEPANAM KSHARASAMPADAAM

GUROHO PAADODAKAM YASYA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The Spiritual Master's 'paadodakam' (nectar from His Feet) has the power to drain the ocean of 'samsara' (material world) and to enhance material prosperity which is diminishing. I prostrate to the Spiritual Master whose Feet exude nectar.

77) NA GURO RADHIKAM THATHVAM NA GURO RADHIKAM THAPAHA

NA GURO RADHIKAM GNYAANAM THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- There is no power greater than the Spiritual Master, there is no penance greater than the Spiritual Master and there is no knowledge superior to the Spiritual Master (Guru).I worship such a Guru.

78) MANNAADHAHA SHREE JAGANNAADHO MADGURUHU SHREE JAGATGURUHU

MAMAATHMAA SARVABHOOTHAATHMAA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- Shree Jagannatha is my Lord, the Universal Spiritual Master (Jagatguru) is my Guru, all the living entities are my soul. I prostrate to the Spiritual Master who gives me such knowledge.

79) GURU RAADI RANAADISHCHA GURUHU PARAMADAIVATHAM

GURUMANTHRASAMONAASTHI THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- Spiritual Master is the personification of the origin. Yet He is ageless and has no beginning. 'Guru mantra' (prayers to the Spirtual Master) is unparalleled. I prostrate to such a Spiritual Master.

80) EKA EVA PARO BANDHU RVISHAMEY SAMUPASTHITHEY

GURU SSAKALA DHARMAATHMAA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- During life's worst calamities, the Spiritual Master is the only relative who comes to the rescue. I prostrate to such a Spiritual Master.

SRI GURU GITA-7 (Chapter-1)

BHAGAVAN NITYANANDA

Bhagavan Nityananda (1897-1961), one of the most revered Siddha Gurus and a janma Siddha-He lived all His life in divine consciousness. 

61)  STHAAVARAM JANGAMAM VYAAPTHAM YATHKINCHI THSACHARAACHARAM

THVAM PADAM DARSHITHAM YENA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- This entire creation is filled with moving and nonmoving beings. All this represents 'You' (thvam). The Great Personage who makes one realise that 'You' (thvam) is none other than the Spiritual Master (Guru).

62) CHINMAYA VYAAPITHAM SARVAM THRAILOKYAM SACHARAACHARAM

ASITHVAM DARSHITHAM YENA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- You are 'that' (asi) which pervades the entire Universe consisting of moving and nonmoving beings. I prostrate to the Lord Spiritual Master who grants me the vision of 'that' (asi).

63) NIMISHAA NNIMISHAARDHAA DVAA YADVAAKYAA DVAI VIMUCHYATHEY

SVAATHMAANAM SHIVA MAALOKYA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- By the sheer command of the Spiritual Master, one obtains vision (Darshan) of one's soul in the form of Lord Paramashiva just within the time of batting one's eyelids, or in just half the time of batting eyelids. I prostrate to such a 'Guru'.

64) CHAITHANYAM SHAASHVATHAM SHAANTHAM VYOMAATHEETHAM NIRANJANAM

NAADABINDUKALAATHEETHAM THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The One who is an epitome of cosmic consciousness (intelligence), permanence, tranquility, the One who is more limitless than the sky, the One who is absolutely untouched, the One who is an authority over 'nada' (sound- the first cosmic vibration)), 'bindu' (dot- Parashakthi) and 'kala' (consciousness)..my salutations to such a Spiritual Master.

65) NIRGUNAM NIRMALAM SHAANTHAM JANGAMAM STHIRA MEYVA CHA

VYAAPTHAM YENA JAGA THSARVAM THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- One who is untouched by senses, the One who is calm, tranquil, the One who does not waver and is determined and unmoved, such a Spiritual Master is the God who pervades this entire Universe. My salutations to Him.

66) SA PITHAA SA CHA MEY MAATHAA SA BANDHU SSA CHA DEYVATHAA

SAMSAARAMOHANAASHAAYA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- Only He is the Father, only He is the Mother, only He is the relative, only He is God. I worship such a Spiritual Master in order to get rid of my desire for this material world.

67) YATHSATHVEYNA JAGA THSATHTHVAM YATHPRAKAASHEYNA BHAATHI THATH

YADAANANDEYNA NANDANTHI THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The entire Universe is due to the existence of the Spiritual Master, the entire Universe is filled with light due to His radiance, the entire Universe is filled with joy due to His blissful form. I offer my felicitations to such a Spiritual Master.

68) YASMIN STHITHA MIDAM SARVAM BHAATHI YADBHAAVAROOPATHAHA

YATHPREETHYAA PRIYAM PUTHRAADI THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- The entire Universe seems aglow because it is contained within the radiance of the Spiritual Master. Love and affection for one's children and kith and kin originate from one's love and devotion towards the Spiritual Master. My salutations to such a Guru.

69) YE NEYDAM DARSHITHAM THATHVAM CHITTHA CHAITHYAADIKAM THADHAA

JAAGRATHSVAPNASUSHUPTHYAADI THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- Mind (perception), its conceptions, wakeful (jagrat), dream (svapna) and deep sleep (sushupti) states are activated by the grace of the Spiritual Master. I salute such a Guru.

70) YASYA GNYAANA MIDAM VISHVAM NA DRUSHYAM BHINNABHEYDATHAHA

SADAIKAROOPAROOPAAYA THASMAI SHREE GURAVEY NAMAHA.

Meaning- This entire Universe is a form of His knowledge. As one views the Universe as complex and varied,  the uniqueness of the Spiritual Master stands out in one's vision. He has only one form at all times. I prostrate to such a Spiritual Master.