December 12, 2012
Malgudi
The last rays of the dusky sun were gleaming on the windows of Samskutha patashala of Malgudi. Sri Murudeshwara Bhattaru,a hexagenarian Vedic scholar and astrologer was doing his Sandhyavandhana ,the evening rituals at the hostel room of his student Vageesha bhatta.
Murudeshwara Bhattaru then arranged his shells and drew the sacred diagrams on the floor cleaned by Gomutra, cows urine brought by his Shishya Vageesha Bhatta.
It was 7 30 PM when Narasimhan arrived. The lamp flickered in a way that was not considered auspicious.
Murudeshwara Bhattaru saw the earthen lamp in the diagrams and concentrated inward and looked at the mirror in his mind.
"..On 23 February 2012 things don't look auspicious. Death can be delayed but not denied. It's the play of Prakruthi. Nimmiththa. It leads us to paramasathya."
Before Narasimhan could ask Murudeshwara Bhattaru continued "Your daughters mind is confused by the Gulika .Ecclipses don't last long .Don't worry. "
Murudeshwara Bhattaru then opened his eyes. "23rd February, 2012. Can we not change that?"blurted Narasimhan who couldn't take all these together emotionally. Narasimhan felt emotionally challenged first time since so many years. .
"Everything is Parameshwaras grace. Pray to him . I just read what is written at this moment. What is written can be changed by God's will at any moment that he wants. "
Murudeshwara Bhattaru closed his eyes again. "Vaagesha bhatta please perform the yaagas I prescribe now. Let us use our human efforts to try changing what is written. "
Malgudi
The last rays of the dusky sun were gleaming on the windows of Samskutha patashala of Malgudi. Sri Murudeshwara Bhattaru,a hexagenarian Vedic scholar and astrologer was doing his Sandhyavandhana ,the evening rituals at the hostel room of his student Vageesha bhatta.
Murudeshwara Bhattaru then arranged his shells and drew the sacred diagrams on the floor cleaned by Gomutra, cows urine brought by his Shishya Vageesha Bhatta.
It was 7 30 PM when Narasimhan arrived. The lamp flickered in a way that was not considered auspicious.
Murudeshwara Bhattaru saw the earthen lamp in the diagrams and concentrated inward and looked at the mirror in his mind.
"..On 23 February 2012 things don't look auspicious. Death can be delayed but not denied. It's the play of Prakruthi. Nimmiththa. It leads us to paramasathya."
Before Narasimhan could ask Murudeshwara Bhattaru continued "Your daughters mind is confused by the Gulika .Ecclipses don't last long .Don't worry. "
Murudeshwara Bhattaru then opened his eyes. "23rd February, 2012. Can we not change that?"blurted Narasimhan who couldn't take all these together emotionally. Narasimhan felt emotionally challenged first time since so many years. .
"Everything is Parameshwaras grace. Pray to him . I just read what is written at this moment. What is written can be changed by God's will at any moment that he wants. "
Murudeshwara Bhattaru closed his eyes again. "Vaagesha bhatta please perform the yaagas I prescribe now. Let us use our human efforts to try changing what is written. "
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