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Last year, during Arudra day in Chidambaram, one of my clients had gone for darshan. Upon seeing the huge crowd, he had asked an aged Dikshitar why they couldn’t allow cars inside for easy darshan given the long distance from the main entrance to the inner shrine. The Dikshitar had gotten angry and had walked away saying that during the last century, cars had been allowed inside that shrine only twice. Once, for His Excellency R. Venkataraman after he was sworn in as President of India, and again for Pandit Sethuraman of Madras who had come to offer special prayers for Loka Kshema. Surprised, my client met me with the “Kunjithapatham” special Prasad from the temple and asked me how they had...
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God’s ways are always beyond human comprehension. Today, on this auspicious Arudra festival day of God Nataraja, during dharsan, I felt like sharing one of my golden memories with Panditji. One fine morning, an old client who was immensely benefited after consulting Panditji before few years back, had come to express his heartfelt gratitude to him. He had brought with him fruits and sweets along with a big garland made of shembagam. When he was about to garland panditji , Panditji stopped it and told him to place the garland on the table itself though he accepted the other offerings telling him that when he saw the beautiful garland, he couldn’t help but think that it would be really wonderful if...
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Great people light up many lives! Even their verandas can light up villages! This peculiar incident happened in our house 40 years ago. We had two open verandas next to the office room, and Panditji who did not have any appointment system met clients on a first come, first served basis. The consultations generally started at around 9.00 am and went up till 9.00 pm. People came from different places and the two verandas were always occupied. Whether he is a billionaire, Zamindar or Textile giant all had to wait for their turn. One evening, at 7.00 pm, while a gentleman clad in white safari was waiting in the veranda to see Panditji, a villager named Mr. Subbiah Mudaliar came and sat next...
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