The Holy Abode – Veerabhadra temple


While I was in the bus, I got to speak with the locals travelling along with me and when they heard me saying that I was here to see the Nandi, they asked me to visit the 16th century Veerabhadara (Lord Shiva) temple also.


I walked back to the temple, one among the three famous shrines of Lepakshi which is just 10 minutes walk from the Nandi. There are few interesting legends associated with this temple. It is believed that this temple has been built on the spot where Jatayu (the bird God) fell after being injured by Ravana who was kidnapping Sita. When Rama reached the spot, he saw Jatayu and remarked, ‘Le Pakshi’ which translates to ‘rise, bird’ in Telugu and hence the name Lepakshi for this town 🙂


The temple is built on a low, rocky hill called Kumarasilam (Translation – Tortoise hill) and dates back to 1583 and was built by two brothers, Viranna and Virupanna, who were the royal treasurers of the Vijayanagar kings. The temple is built in the Vijayanagar architectural style and has beautiful sculptures adoring the walls. There is also a belief that the original temple has been constructed by Saint Agastya himself.After climbing some 30 or 40 steps, I reached the Dwajastamba and I entered the temple from the left side.


The temple’s main deity is Lord Veerabhadra, the fiery god created by Shiva from his hairs in his rage after the immolation of Sati Devi during the Daksha Yagna. There are also other manifestations of Lord Shiva like the Kanakala Murthi, Dakshinamurthi (Guru of Gurus), Tripuranthaka or Tripurasurasamhara (vanquisher of demon Tripurasura), Ardhanareeshwara (the half-female, half-male form, where Shiva and Parvati are equally represented in one body). This temple also has the fiery goddess Bhadrakali. After the darshan, I walked around the Garbagriha and I noticed what made this temple stand apart!


Those are the finest specimens of mural paintings of the Vijayanagar kings. It is said that the 24 ft by 14 ft fresco of Veerabhadra on the ceiling, before the main sanctum sanctorum is the largest in India. They are beautiful and the attention paid to their details is amazing. The colors are strikingly contrasted – black limework against an orange-red background with some green, white, black, and shades of ochre-gold and brown make for a stunning visual spectacle. It is said that most of those were natural dyes or pigments and the paintings depicts the scenes from the Ramayana and Mahabharata. Most of these paintings are now fading and are peeling off in many places. I think it’s time for the government to act for their better maintenance and expert restoration!


Another important feature of this temple is the famous “Hanging Pillar”. This pillar doesn’t fully rest on the ground and to prove that, the guides over here executes a newspaper test and pass the newspaper from one end of the base to the other! There are about 70 pillars in this temple, but this one is the best known and is a tribute to the engineering genius of ancient and medieval India’s temple builders. However, it is a bit dislodged from its original position — it is said that during the British era, a British engineer tried to move it in an unsuccessful attempt to uncover the secret of its support.


I entered the outer enclosure of the temple where there is a huge Ganesha in stone, leaning against a rock as well as a massive Naga (the Snake God) with three coils and seven hoods, which shelters the Shiva Linga. The temple is divided into three parts, the ‘Mukha Mandapa’, the ‘Artha Mandapa’ and ‘Garba Griha’ and the ‘Kalyana Mandapa’ with 38 carved monolithic pillars. Legend also has it that Lord Shiva and Parvati were married on the spot where Kalyana Mandapa now stands (the most photographed place in the recent times).


There is also another legend attached to this temple. It is said that Virupanna, the royal treasurer, was accused of drawing funds without the king’s permission from the state treasury to build these shrines and is supposed to have blinded himself. And there are two red stain marks on the western wall of the inner enclosure and these are believed to be the marks left by his bleeding eyes. But I couldn’t find them :(. Might be next time! Time to go, as it’s getting dark and I have to reach Anantapur town!

Life’s Bride – Groom Hunt

Yes, it’s time to reveal the story behind the divine knot that gave birth to this soul that you are very well acquainted with. It was when my mom’s mom was searching a groom for her daughter, that my dad’s dad was involved in extending the details of his search for a bride for his son. He did so to my uncle (eldest aunt’s husband) since they both shared the same ancestral village.

Grandfather got an opportunity to meet my mom during one of other aunt’s marriage which is when the right time bloom for the alliance talks. Though from a middle class background, each of the family members were in respectable positions; my dad in State Revenue Department with Grandmother  being a Government Teacher and Grandfather a Senior Technician in Andhra Pradesh Paper Mills. It was a typical South Indian natured alliance seeking and bride-groom hunting by both the sides when my uncle had discussed all the details to family members in order to take the first step of bride seeing ceremony when the groom’s side enriches themselves about the various questions they have of the bride and family. The authentic cultural phenomenon did in fact strike a chord with these two families as well.

Everyone’s soul was harmonious in having this match being endowed with the life’s best gift – marriage and so, wedding was on the cards being distributed amidst family and friends with full-fledged preparations. The wedding did see a major twist from one of the closest family members who had his own marriage booked on the day next to the one blocked by elders for my parents. The pressure on granny and all family members had been building up which in fact did not creep up in my mom’s mind and heart. When I have heard the incidents of my parent’s life, I have always revered, not Sita from Ramayan as the symbol of tolerance, but my own MOM.  The only thing that worried mom was her mom’s health and condition once after she gets married off.

The date April 6, 1988 dawned with my mom adorning her 21s and father, his 24s when the most surprising authenticity being my mom seeing her to-be husband’s face only on the day of marriage and not before. No, no photographs! No Skype connects! No Facebook! No WhatsApp! Just a word of mouth from her uncle and mom that the groom’s family’s character is as precious as a gem! Are we to thank those times or to blame the current exposure, its relative and cannot be judgmental.


My parents gifted each other a silver jubilee celebration of their togetherness which teaches me time and again that no matter how we get conversant with our partner to be, the understanding that is being developed through each other’s time and trust for one another creates a strong bond that aids in traversing life through miles together. This is something for everyone to learn and ponder with their personal choice of what life means to them.

Value of any bond should be vibrantly felt and understood through the karma of adjustments and passionate patience. Staying positive and vibrating the point of being positive with the loved ones always takes any relationship to a new level of strength to our hearts content.  A lesson that life boomerangs upon… Does it?