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Chapter 40

"Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else ... Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it."? Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

The human body is a piece of art created by mother nature and it is the culmination of billions of years of research,failed models and evolution that she must have tried in the lab called EARTH..It started with a single cell organism,called itself life some 3.5 billion years ago and more or less created the proto type of human some 250,000 years ago.Today,in the 21st century we stand at the top of the food chain and the single most important reason for all this is the brain and what happens in its folds.

Stop,stay still and think and yes that command,the words of mine you are reading and analysing are all happening and processing in the brain.Right now,breathing,pumping blood through the heart,to the kidneys,dreaming ,romancing everything is happening in that computer called brain.It is from that lump of matter that we do everything.That is why every great thinker,spiritual reader and the sacred texts say control the mind and you control the world.Easily said than done.yes,i have tried and succeeded a few times but failed miserably and have lost count of the failures.



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Azhagan turned away from the darkness and opened his mind and saw the outside world and everything in it and sighed in relief,when he saw appanar iyya relaxing under a tree.He turned and walked into the darkness and after walking for a few minutes stood again before a wall,was it a wall or a gateway to what was inside.He smiled at this test and thought of the spirits in the forest and of the source and boldly walked through it and entered another world.

Azhagan the boy gasped for he was still a child and for it was the first time he saw what looked strange statues,objects from another land and books lined everywhere.The place was filled with treasures of gold,jewels,ivory and precious stones.But azhagan ignored all of that and went towards the books for his heart skipped at all the knowledge that lay before him.For a boy who knew only the language of tamil,the books obviously written in different languages seemed strange and his soul ached to know what lay in them vague symbols.

Sensing a presence,he slowly made his way and soon stood before a small altar and on top of it sat a man,a very old man,older than appanar iyya.Azhagan bowed to the man and the man whispered softly " i have been waiting a long time,a very long time and i am tired of the waiting.so come sit next to me for i do not know how much longer i have left in this state."

Azhagan went up the steps and sat next to the man and both gazed into each other's eyes for a long time.

The old man " who are you child."

I am azhagan,son of avini.

The old man " no,who are you really "

Azhagan smiled and his eyes lit up with a strange light " i am the source.i come from the light."

The old man nodded " i can see that for no one else can enter this domain,let alone sense the purpose of this place.what do you seek "

Azhagan " i seek nothing.i am content."

The old man stared at the little boy " there is what we want and then there is what others want from us.This is life and this is the source.But come now,take your time and tell me if there is anything you want."

" I speak from my soul and i speak the truth.I want nothing but i want a few things for the people i love and care about."

The old man nodded " see,we all want something.like i need to be put out of my misery and laid to rest for i am tired.But your arrival has sparked an energy for i sense that things that i was asked to protect will now be protected and nurtured by you.So,tell me what is it you want."

Azhagan smiled sadly and said " i wish my mother can see and i wish she had never suffered by being blind.I wish peace and happiness for my land and i really wish there is no more killings between my people and the cholas."

The old man " yes,i too once wished for peace and all that you are wishing for and yet our wishes are never enough for others do not wish for the same.It always has been like this and will remain thus.you could try to change all that and bring peace to those around you but remember that as long as you see the world as others see it,then you will remain part of them.Many who have come here and gone,suffered greatly and died horribly and a few got tired of changing this world and its ways and vanished into seclusion to dwell with the spirits of the forest.I do not know what will become of you but i guess i have to try my best."

Azhagan " what is your name or how should i address you."

" Name,what is in a name or a title.old man will do for now."

The old man struggled slightly to get up and took azhagan's out stretched left hand and rose slowly.He saw the markings on azhagan's left forearm and smiled and whispered softly " so,it is true that the legend has been born.Well,i hope he is here to stay for a long time.come child,walk with me as i take you through all that lies here for soon you will be the guardian of all this and much more."

They both walked deeper and deeper into the domain that seemed too wondrous and mind boggling and yet they were awakening something strange in the mind of azhagan.He felt every book and every artifact call out his name and whisper to him.They whispered " we have been waiting,waiting for a long time.come,be one with us and be us."

The old man turned to azhagan and said " they will call and beckon but prepare first for what they have to offer and then venture into their arms.I can sense that apart from the language of your people,you are unaware of others and have yet to learn basic education in the proper form."

"Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the single candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared."

The old man turned sharply to azhagan " who taught you that and where did you learn that."

" the temple priest from my village.He taught me sanskrit and also told me lot of stories from the sacred texts.I learnt a lot from appanar iyya,although i have never sat down and learnt from him."

The old man gently placed his hand on azhagan's shoulder " you began from the womb of your mother and while there,you seem to have absorbed all that was around you.But there is so much more to learn and so much more knowledge to absorb,so that it may help you on your destiny."

Azhagan " old man,why do i need more knowledge when i see the world and can read the world well enough.I belong in perumalpuram with my mother and the forest.I do not crave or want anything more than that."

The old man " yes,knowledge and more knowledge is not required for a quiet daily life but it certainly helps with understanding people and their ways.Knowledge teaches you that although solitary,we are all united as a single purpose to a single source.Knowledge is interesting and awakens you in more than ways than one.Although, i have seen mighty warriors fall from grace at certain moments even though they knew better.and i will not be surprised if you repeat the same mistake."

The cave vibrated and the old man sensed that he had just irritated azhagan who for the first time revealed his human nature and the old man laughed " at last,you show that are still a child and have yet to learn more."

Azhagan " mistake,mistakes,what are you going on about.why would i make mistakes when i try hard to live my life the right and proper way."

The old man smiled sadly " the time will come and you will know it.but then it will be too late for you to set things right.But i assure you that you will be better and learn more by your mistakes.so don't take it personally now and then when you recollect what i just said.But come lets sit quietly and contemplate on life and the source.for i am eager to learn more and i am sure that you can teach me something."

Both returned to the altar and after climbing the few steps to it,sat down and the old man was envious of how easily and perfectly azhagan sat in the lotus position.He mumbled to himself " show off.at my age i can barely sit on my old backside.leave alone lotus position.it must be good to be young.wonder how long or how much more i am supposed to be doing this."

Azhagan " i have just met you and already you are talking about how much more longer and how much more time."

" Mind reader,once again.mercy for now even my thoughts have to be protected from this child."

Saying this the old man seemed to throw a cloak over his mind and azhagan could not read what he was thinking.He wondered how the old man was able to shield himself from him.

The old man " simple mind tricks and you will learn much more of them.but i doubt if they will be of any help for i see the source is bright in you.Child,be patient for you have been sent here with a purpose.read and learn from all that is available here.The knowledge that lies hidden here has been gathered from all over the world over thousands of years.many have sacrificed their lives for all that is here.and they belong to you now.so learn from the masters here who are still alive through their teachings and call for you to become their student.But remember child,one step at a time."

Azhagan nodded and both of them lost themselves in meditation and the spirit moved over them.Great pulses of energy vibrated throughout the cave and the old man slowly opened his eyes and witnessed the spectacle.They sprang forth from the books,rays of light,ghostly figures and as if drawn to a magnet they rushed towards azhagan and entered his body.They came from all corners of the cave as rivers rush with arms wide open towards the sea and entered azhagan.The glow of the boy intensified and tears sprang from the eyes of the old man for he knew that they would be safe in the boy who would become legend.


Whatever life holds in store for me, I will never forget these words: "With great power comes great responsibility." This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I'm Spider-man. -----------quote from the film Spiderman.


All that you see,all that you feel
all that you want,all that you crave
all that you hold dear and all that you love
is a drop of water in the oceans of destiny
here today,gone tomorrow
here and now,in the present is the life
it is the passage for
yesterday is history
tomorrow is a mystery
but today is a gift,that is why
it is called present
rise now,live now,breathe now

satish




The boy who went into the dark and came back as light

Hi people,

First of all,thank you nithya for posting my pics.You are really sweet for taking time to do this for me.

From nithya's words,all of you must have now understood that i have started working on a new tv serial for asianet channel.It is in malayalam and the serial is called For the people.It will start telecasting from june 8th at the 6.30 p.m slot.The director of the serial is a gentleman called Harrison and the cinematographer is called manoj.There are lot of people from my previous serial MAHARANI working in the food department and camera department.

I have not and cannot take up tamil serials for they will hurt my film chances and after working hard to be here now,i dont think it is worth the risk to do tamil serials.But when this offer came,i thought why not a different language when work,money,and a sense of adventure comes along with it.So i accepted and flew off to trivandrum as i used to do while shooting for maharani.

I honestly do not know how my role will progress but i am staying positive and am going to give my best.I ask for your wishes for me to do well.Thank you.

I hope the story is being liked by the few of you who are reading it.please do write your opinions and thoughts about azhagan,avini and thenmozhi.lots of love.

satish

Chapter 41

"Now to exert oneself and work for the sake of amusement seems silly and utterly childish. But to amuse oneself in order that one may exert oneself, as Anacharsis puts it, seems right; for amusement is a sort of relaxation, and we need relaxation because we cannot work continuously. Relaxation, then, is not an end; for it is taken for the sake of activity." Aristotle, The Nicomachean Ethics


Sometimes it is good and pleasant to go back to where it all started.Sometimes it is productive and relaxing to look through the windows that mark your passage through time.But is always important to know who you are and where your journey started and if your soul is still with you on the passage for we do sell our soul to the devil for things that are temporary in the end and they all come to an end.So you realise at a certain point in life that actions speak louder than words and understand that good actions are permanent and they have their own energy for good always begets good.It is a baton that once passed never stops and changes hands,touches lives and carries on regardless of you the first has passed on to where all lives pass on.



Back to where it all started


Sadashivam's mind was working overtime and his mind was bursting with a million questions and dhana turned to him and said " yes mr.shivam.what do you want to know."

sadashivam " this is all too much to take in and yet the most important questions are who are the spirits in the forest and what were the pulses of energy that rose in the cave and entered azhagan's body.How is that all these stories of your ancestors have stayed hidden all these centuries."

Dhana " we will come to that but to answer the question how all these stories have stayed hidden,well the simple explaination is that at the critical junction azhagan vanished into the forest never to be seen again and thenmozhi respecting the promise she had made to him erased all memories of him and over the centuries they remain thus secret and buried deep in this mountain.The sketches of avini,pregnant and waiting for azhagan to be born was sketched by him in the cave where he met the old master.That was the first sketch he did after he came out of his meditation and he had lost himself in a deep trance for nearly a month."

Sadashivam gulped " but how did the little azhagan stay alive without nourishment for such a long time."

Dhana " well sadashivam,i too have wondered about it but i think the cave nourished him and the spirits cared for him.sometimes it is just not the food that we eat that sustains us and gives us energy but the very air we breathe and the energy from the source."

Periya swamy and dheeran came and sat next to dhanashekara pandyan and with lot of love and respect requested him to continue with the tale of azhagan and dhana nodded and started the tale once more.


From the light i emerge stronger and wiser and closer to the source.from the light i have to step back into darkness for death and evil is just that,darkness.Dark are the souls who are filled with ambitions of power and riches.light will never shine there for they are lost to the source and can rarely be brought back.

"The only difference between you and the star is that you shine below, and the other shines above: Wherever you are located, You are a star!"
Michael Bassey Johnson

Hi satish,

Thank you meena.It feels nice and at the same time humbling to know a few of you still follow my career and thoughts.Someday when you have time to read i will mail the entire stories so that you can read them leisurely and at your own pace.

I write because a few of you motivate me to and that is enough for me.

Chapter 42

"Often, it's not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don't know how to be." Heath L. Buckmaster, Box of Hair: A Fairy Tale

Life is not easy and i do not know if it was meant to be easy or tough.But i do know this that certain situations make you stronger,wiser and more understanding.Of course for some people it makes them go mad and pushes them over the edge.Hence all the murders,rapes and criminal activities.
The more physical abuse i suffered from my aunts and grand mom,the stronger and sensitive i became.I had lot of anger and rebellion which is normal but i always had a soft side and a side ready to fight for others even when i was half dead.I used to stand and stare at beggars and sometimes talk with them and wonder if i could run away to a different land and start a new life.i could not for i was just a boy and so i ran into my mind and started a new life and lived there as a prince of puppies and a king of grasslands.i would wave a wand and all would be well and all would be well fed and happy.I still dream,i still am living as that prince of puppy land and with my faithful dogs mony and tony.There is darkness even now in my life but i now know that i am my own light and in all our souls there is a lighthouse shining for us.so i rise everyday and my light comes out as my words and my smiles.



The first voyage comes to an end


Azhagan opened his eyes and he saw for the first time how everything was connected and he opened his eyes to a new life and a new destiny.The boy who had closed his eyes nearly 30 days ago opened them as a man and yet still stuck in a child's body.But his mind was in a higher scale and it was operating with a higher purpose.

The old man " do you see ? do you feel ? can you understand ? "

Azhagan nodded " yes"

The old man waited for azhagan to say more but realised that the boy would never again waste words and would use them only in the most important situations and for those who needed them to be heard.

" You can leave now,but you realise that there is more to be known and understood.So come whenever you please and stay as long as you want or need to."

Azhagan nodded and knelt before the old man and whispered " i know and understand who you are and why you are here.please wait for me before you leave for i am not ready to take the plunge yet as i have to sort out a few situations.I know what you are thinking hearing these words.But i promise i will be back sooner than later."

The old man gazed at him with love " child,there is no limits or boundaries for you.My only request is that when life plays certain cruel tricks or games.do not fall for them or get fooled for there are many layers to every mind and even you cannot fathom their depths.When in doubt retreat,ponder,decide and then act.For actions once done cannot be undone and they have massive repercussions.Control your mind and your strength at all times and never reveal what you possess.Now let me gift you something from here.Take whatever you want from here for it is all yours anyway and you are their protector now."

Azhagan scanned the whole place and then made his way to a small box and opening it took out a leather satchel.He opened them and found thick paper type material and some writing tools.There were a few items there which looked and gave off weird vibrations and yet he knew they were meant to be used by him.

He turned to the old man and said " can i have these for i want to sketch,write and put down my thoughts and views of the world as i see them."

The old man smiled gently and said " yes.you can have them.you have passed the test."

Slowly the old man went to his knees and bowed to azhagan " my master,I will wait for you however long it takes "

Azhagan ran to the old man and hugged him and their spirits were one.The old man felt the source in azhagan and closing his eyes,willed his soul to the boy.Huge flashes of energy and crackled around them both and they entered azhagan.

From the shimmering light and from behind the veil,azhagan stepped out and appanar iyya knew and felt the boy even from across the river.Both stared at each other and then azhagan made his way through the river and together they made their way back into the forest and back where they came from.


Learning,wisdom,knowledge and all the powers of the mind are a total waste if they are shrouded by arrogance and ambition.Everything we own and every power we posses are useless if they are not used to help others and those that need it.We are all tools of a greater destiny and we have been given these powers not because we are princes and kings but because we are soldiers of life.we are the links to other links and together we stand and live in happiness.From blood to organ donations,from money to food,from knowledge to old books give them away and give them if asked for and give them with love and total dedication.For we are all part of the source and are also the source.


"People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most." Shannon L. Alder

Chapter 43

"Before you rise every morning let your mind drift gently to the awareness of the support you can draw from this quiet moment as you align your life with your Soul purpose and gather around you and be receptive and connect to the love your Soul brings to you." Genevieve Gerard


Soul connection


Appanar iyya walked ahead briskly while azhagan walked behind him lost in thought and in melancholy.appanar knew that the boy had gone through some kind of transformation for he seemed to be bursting with a light and aura that was hard to ignore.He slowly turned back and was stunned to see lot of animals following azhagan his footsteps as if they were drawn to the source that created him and them.Appanar iyya knew that the animals and birds felt azhagan was the bridge between them and their source and creator and he continued to stare in amazement.Azhagan nearly bumped into him and soon followed appanar's gaze and smiled lovingly at all the life that was following him.he stopped and let them come close to him and many of the animals boldly stepped forward and rubbed against him and beseeching him not to go and stay with them in the forest.Azhagan threw his senses and aura on the animals and asked them to return to the forest and promised them that he would come back some other time and spend time with them.After the animals turned back azhagan looked at appanar and shrugged his shoulders.

They left "Sairandhrivanam" and entered the forests of the tribals and azhagan told appanar that it would be better to avoid them for otherwise they would insist on them both spending time with them in their village.But the source willed it otherwise for the long grass parted and a thin,dark girl came running towards them.It was Malar,the little girl who they had saved along with her mother on their way to "Sairandhrivanam". Like a dark rain filled cloud she glided like a deer over the grass and stopping before azhagan threw her arms around him.She then took his hand and kissing it gently led him towards her village.

All life is bound by loyalty,true love and affection and in the face of it have to submit to its will and azhagan and appanar iyya followed her into her village.the minute they entered the village, a huge roar went up and everyone came running towards them with huge smiles.Then the crowd parted and Thinnan the tribal leader came before azhagan and kneeled before him.

Raising the thick staff he had in his hands " this staff is held by one that rules this forest.It has been carried by countless generations before me and by my forefathers.i offer this staff as a sign of my loyalty and gratitude to you.With this i promise that me and my people are at your beck and call and will come running to sacrifice our lives willingly if you ask of it."

Azhagan reached out with both his hands and placing them on thinnan's shoulders gently raised him.Thinnan recoiled and nearly jumped out of his skin for he felt lightning pass through his body and he felt the source in azhagan.With tears in his eyes thinnan requested azhagan to stay with them for some time but azhagan said that there were important things happening in the land of the cholas and pandyas and he needed to hurry back.But he agreed to have food with them before they went on their way.

A great feast was prepared and while it was being prepared azhagan and appanar iyya sat under a huge banyan tree.Malar came carrying a wooden bowl of water and sitting near azhagan's feet proceeded to wash them and wipe them clean with a soft cloth she was carrying.Azhagan smiled fondly at her and let her do as she wished for he knew that it would hurt her soul if he refused her affections.

Taking the cloth like paper out of his bag azhagan quietly started sketching and this would be the first sketch he ever did and it was that of Avini when she was pregnant with azhagan.The quiet and peace was shattered by huge roars and growls and the tribals panicked and ran to gather their weapons.But azhagan asked them to calm down and stay still.

From the forests came a pride of lions and they majestically walked towards azhagan and to everyone's amazement sat around him while a huge black maned lion walked up and gently nudged azhagan and licked his hand.

For the tribals who had already made up that azhagan had come down from the skies and appeared to them on the mountain this awesome sight now totally convinced them that he was a young god.Thus with simple acts of love and affection a legend was born deep in the forests of nilgiris.

Malar knew then that in her soul she was already married to azhagan and she would carry him there until she breathed her last.


I am Azhagan.I am the son of Avini and i have traveled from light into light.I am hell and heaven and i will bring peace to you.