Kaveri Amma

I actually posted this on FB first.. but bah! no reason not to copy paste.. plus i can add more pictures here :D yay!

Considering only the monsoon season, the chart above shows, Karnataka gets 75% of its rains in the SW monsoon in the period of Jun-Sep, and the remaining in the NE monsoon in the period of Oct-Dec.

In case of TN, 40% rains are received in the SW monsoon and the remaining in the NE monsoon.

The problem that occurred this year was that the rain gods failed to show up. The SW monsoon disappointed all and there were severe water shortage in all parts of the country. 

Scenario in September.

TN asks KA to release more Kaveri water and accuses KA of being illegal and inhuman.

You’ve seen the stats.

TN gets its major chunk of rains after Sep. KA hardly gets any rains after SEP, and this year especially there was a draught declared in close to 16 districts.

It’s true that SW monsoon has been a failure even in TN. But there is still hope for them in the NE monsoon, but for KA; NE monsoon doesn’t promise much, and in this situation where there won’t be much rain from now on, is it really wise to release KA’s only source of water?? Will TN give back kaveri water when they have rains in Nov? or does KA suffer from draught all over again in the winter?? Please think. 

ok so thats all the things i posted on fb.. now a few more things I had worked out but couldnt get it on fb.. think on these too..

The biggest argument of TN is that Karnataka receives more rains than TN.. well sure the total average might be more.. but theres more to it.. the malnadu regions get thousands of mm of rains per year.. but the bayaluseeme plus north karnataka is as bad as a desert.. 

secondly.. tn uses more Kaveri water than its a reason for.. all the tributaries and the rain thats the reason to fill up the Kaveri is used by tn.. and yeah.. there are hardly any addition to the kaveri from any rivulets in tn.. 

well... before i go over board.. lemme hand the staff to a better person who knows better to explain this...

just follow this link... 

Some guy who knows more than me 


ok i worked late into the night making this list.. so damn! i gotta post it somewhere!! :D 

 

The Kanchi Connection

As the year 2011 came to a close, I found myself generally out touring. Some planned and some surfacing Ad hoc. My weekend visit to the temple town of Kanchipuram came in as a last minute invite from my cousin. Or maybe I was nominated because anyone else would take up more space in the car. Or… ~mist~ the gods had summoned me… Oooomm.

We started out by Saturday afternoon, the shiny winter sun had just passed the head and the Madras bound Bangaloreans were making sure they had enough loose change. And lots of water. The plan was simple. We would reach Kanchipuram with a considerable time between us and the sunset so that we could meet the winds of Kanchipuram before the inevitable rendezvous with the Tamil sun.  

The drive on NH 7 was smooth. Two uncles sat in the front and entertained themselves by speaking of the Nifty touching 4800 by new years, and analyzed and seemingly appreciated the profits made at toll plazas. Their dissatisfaction and frustration at other vehicles on the road goes unsaid. I and my cousin meantime had a more peaceful time sitting at the back. Him watching White Collar season 3 and me looking out and for once not worrying about my hair. Yeah, I know we could’ve talked, but bah! We had the whole weekend to talk right? So we spent close to 5 hours not talking to each other.

As planned we reached Kanchipuram just after seven. A Kannada board of some silk saree store reading ‘Kanchipurakke suswagata’ seemed really welcoming, and was a little bit of a shock. We had lived all our lives thinking the only language in TN apart from Tamil was body language with a lot of pointy fingers and nothing else. Well, with more and more women wanting to posses kacheevarams, it was probably a strategy to attract kannada customers. Nice! 

On entering the city we were blessed by views of the shrines of goddess Kamakshi and the huge gopuram of the Ekambareshwara temple. Saree clad women, pretty girls in traditional dress (pavadai) men and boys in traditional dhotis and none with an empty forehead seemed to reassure to effervescence of respect for culture and tradition.  

After taking a look around the city, visiting close to six significant temples, my heart stood for a second at the view of the grand gopuram of thevaradaraja swamy temple. 

Ah varada! There you are!

The time was a little over 9 PM, the temple would’ve just closed. All of us knew this, yet there was an urge to go take a look. Get closer, enter. 

The night was shorter than I expected, more so because we had had just over 5 hours of sleep. We took a hurried bath, dressed to look holy and left for the temple. Whoever has visited tamil nadu would know that no one sleeps in this place! It was barely 4:30 AM and there were street vendors, open petty stores, and so many people awake! Or maybe it’s because they want to look fresh at least till the sun shows up.

The booming echo of sacred hymns and the aroma of fresh flowers and scented aroma sticks welcomed us into the main chamber where the lord stood tall behind closed doors. 

As the doors were opened a hundred heads bowed low and two hundred eyes stuck wide open to observe the beautiful deity. His smile! The god was smiling!  More chanting continued and we tried to join in. For me, the size and grace seemed to be overwhelming. Standing tall at over 10 feet, the lord held weapons in two of his hands, shankha in his top left hand and his lower right hand gesturing a fore palm or the abhayam, the fore palm is to tell us not to fear for he is here. 

More than anything, it was his fore palm, or the abhayam that got me interested, as I continued to stare at it, I realized that there was something written on it. It was in tamil, but only 3 letters, and I was able to read that much, it said, mashucha; a Sanskrit word meaning “don’t be sad”.

After teertha-shathari (and of course who can miss hot pongal) we made our way out to the kalyani to wash our hands and perform the morning sandhyavandana. As I was offering arghyam (offering water along with gayatri mantra to sun god) I could feel that I was at peace. Suddenly, warm creepers of detachment had attached themselves to me. 

After nearly 3 months from my visit. While looking at old pics of close friends I pondered why we miss certain people, why are we so attached? Why is being away from them so sad? 

That’s when I remembered my kanchipuram visit. I realized that I had never been afraid in my life. It was the fear of sadness that gripped me. I was scared of being sad. 

I taught myself what the abhayam of the smiling god meant. 

 

Don’t be afraid, don’t be sad. Don’t be afraid of ever being sad.