Review: The Book of Vishnu, by Dr. Nanditha Krishna

 

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A review by Sharon St Joan

 

Recently, I reread this beautiful book, and when I had finished it, I was so captivated by it, that I started rereading it all over again for the third time.

 

The Book of Vishnu by Dr. Nanditha Krishna illuminates a major aspect of the Hindu faith – the God Vishnu, who he is and how his following has grown and evolved over thousands of years.

 

“When Ishwara creates the universe, he is called Brahma; when he protects, he is called Vishnu, and when he destroys evil, he is called Shiva.” On the first page, in a clear and elegant explanation, Dr. Nanditha Krishna, writes about the place of Lord Vishnu as one of the three primary Gods of Hinduism, the world’s oldest religion. These Gods, however, as Dr. Krishna states, in reality are not three at all, but on the highest level, as Hindu sages have understood throughout the ages, they are three different expressions of one God. And yet (since Hinduism is filled with paradoxes), they are also three.

 

Dr. Krishna traces the evolution of the worship of Vishnu throughout history. He is mentioned, often along with Indra, in the Rig Veda, the oldest book in the world. Over time, other gods were incorporated into the persona of Vishnu, as his popularity grew, spreading throughout India. For example Narayana, one of the main aspects of Vishnu, must originally have been a non-Vedic deity. Dr. Krishna traces the linguistic roots of the name Narayana, to show that the name has its origins in Tamil, not Sanskrit. Narayana is the God who floats on the sea before the beginning of creation, reclining on the serpent Adi Shesha, who serves as his couch. He is an ideal representation of peace and detachment. One might say that the many stories of Vishnu, with so many names, from varying sources, are the ways that peoples of the different regions of India saw the same God, and when over the centuries these varying views were amalgamated, a fuller understanding and a truer picture of Vishnu, viewed from many perspectives, emerged.

 

In the book there are countless insights into the long history and myths of India, along with fascinating comparisons with other ancient faiths, including intriguing similarities with the Osiris tradition of Egypt and with the Sumerian god Enki.

 

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Mentions of many fascinating Vishnu temples are included; for example, there is a temple in Tamil Nadu where the form of Vishnu is the boar, Varaha (who saves the earth). It is a place of worship and many miracles for both Hindus and Moslems. In the spring both communities together transport the statue of Varaha to the coast for a bath in the sea, to commemorate Varaha’s feat of rescuing the earth from being drowned in the sea waters.

 

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It is a delightful book to read, reflecting the charming nature of Indian stories that are told from generation to generation, such as the myth of Manu and the fish during the Great Flood. Manu (a Noah figure) rescues a tiny fish to save him from being eaten by larger fish. He grows up, is cared for by Manu, and eventually saves Manu and his boat carrying all the animals and the seeds of all the plants on earth. As it turns out, the little rescued fish, named Matsya, is in reality an avatar of Lord Vishnu.

 

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Kindness to animals is implicit within the psyche of India because there is no arbitrary line drawn between the human and the animal – or the plant and even the rocks, the mountains, and the rivers for that matter. All of nature is seen as interconnected. A perfect illustration of this are the avatars of Vishnu. Vishnu, the loving God, who incarnates whenever the world is overcome by evil to set things right again, has taken up an earthly form at least ten different times – first as a fish, then a turtle, then a boar, next as a man-lion – and the six following incarnations are in human or human-like forms. Interestingly, this follows the theory of evolution, which the ancient Hindu sages clearly must have known about.

 

Animals are present also as the vahanas, or vehicles of the Gods, who are also divine. The vehicle of Vishnu is Garuda, the eagle.

 

The poetic and beautiful simplicity with which this book is written is a remarkable achievement, especially since Hinduism is amazingly complex, having arisen over at least five thousand years and maybe much, much longer, with millions of intricacies, countless philosophies, thousands of sacred texts, and hundreds of thousands of gods, goddesses, and other beings, all intertwined within the multiplicity of the rich cultural traditions of India, a land of many peoples, who even today according to a recent survey by the Bhasha Research & Publication Centre, speak over 780 languages. So, achieving clarity and lucidity in the midst of this overwhelming multiplicity is truly remarkable.

 

Like a garden of many flowering plants, The Book of Vishnu is filled with enchanting details and little-known connections between the myths and stories of various Indian traditions.

 

 

Top photo: Daderot / Wikimedia Commons /”I, the copyright holder of this work, release this work into the public domain. This applies worldwide.” / Bronze sculpture in National Museum, New Delhi, India.

Second and third photos: Sharon St Joan / From a collection of paintings in the Ramalinga Vilasam Palace – Ramanathapuram, built in the 17th century, in Tamil Nadu. The second photo is Varaha and the third is Matsya.

Fourth photo: KRS / Wikimedia Commons / GFDL-WITH-DISCLAIMERS; Released under the GNU Free Documentation License. / A statue of Narasimha at Hampi in Karnataka.

The photos are not in the book.

To see The Book of Vishnu on Amazon, click here.

 

 

 

 

Egypt: ESAF helps working animals at Port Said

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On Wednesday February 25, 2015, a team from ESAF set off for Port Said, which lies in the north of Egypt on the coast, just where the Suez Canal enters the Mediterranean.

Their first stop was the government veterinary clinic to do TNR for cats. Many local people brought their cats to be spayed/neutered, which the vets did, although the primary purpose of the program was to do surgery for street cats.

Next they paid a visit to the zabalin community, who are traditionally garbage collectors. It is a poor neighborhood. They found many animals there, and most looked well cared for. They gave a vaccine card to all patients’ owners, and also handed out fly masks and nose bands, which will make the working animals more comfortable.

The vets treated the teeth and hooves of a steady stream of horses, donkeys, goats, sheep and cows, all brought for treatment.

Three ESAF board members came along, volunteering their help; Mohamed Mamdouh, Riham Hassan, Jackie Sherbiny.

The veterinary team, Dr Ahmed , Dr Eman, Dr Lamis, along with assistants Mohamed Ibrahim and Mohamed Hassan, did a terrific job and were a great help to the animals.

The work in the zabalin neighborhood was sponsored by Animal Aid Abroad, and ESAF hopes to be able to continue their work here every two weeks for an extended period.

Animal Aid Abroad supports projects to help working animals in several countries in the Middle East, Africa, and Asia.

To visit the website of Animal Aid Abroad, click here.

(Caution: some of the photos may be disturbing.)

To visit ESAF’s Facebook page, click here.

Photo: Courtesy of ESAF; This photo is not from Port Said, but was taken during a similar ESAF program at Nazlet El Siman in December 2014.

 

Kumbakonam connections

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By Sharon St Joan

 

On the granite platform just in front of the deity Mangalambika, in the Kumbeshwarar Temple in Kumbakonam, Smt. Saraswathi Pattabhiraman used to sit, sometimes for hours, in contemplation, lost (or rather found) in the transcendent presence of the Great Goddess, whose peace pervades the universe – perhaps not on the level on which most of us generally live our lives, but on a higher level where conflict and discord have faded away, and the oneness of God prevails.

 

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Her husband, called Anna (which means “elder”) by his extended family, served as Member of Parliament from the Kumbakonam District, in east central Tamil Nadu, in the south of India. Chetpet Ramaswami Iyer Pattabhiraman (C.R. Pattabhiraman) served as Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Information and Broadcasting, as well as holding many other government posts. He was a lifelong Member of the Congress Party and served as its Secretary.

 

His term in the Ministry saw the advent of the first television show ever broadcast in India. It was an important event, one for which his entire family traveled to Delhi to be there for the momentous occasion.

 

His granddaughter, Dr. Nanditha Krishna, a child at the time, recalls, laughingly, watching a program in grainy black and white, with a woman sitting motionless on the set, expounding at great length on the topic of the price of agricultural produce, followed by a man explaining, equally at length, how cotton grows in the ground. No actual cotton fields were shown, and there was much to be learned about how to captivate a television audience – still it was a noteworthy beginning.

 

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Born on November 11, 1906, to C.P. Ramaswami Aiyar and his wife Seethamma, C.R. Pattabhiraman grew up in Madras, then studied at the London School of Economics and Political Science. He practiced as a lawyer, and during his brilliant law career, he had the very rare distinction of never losing a case. In 1938, he became an advocate for the Federal Court in Delhi, now the Supreme Court. He was often in Kumbakonam and he ran for election there. From 1957 to 1967, he served as Member of Parliament for the district of Kumbakonam. The greater Kumbakonam area extended to the coast – to the Shiva Temple at Chidambarum, and further south down along the coast of Coromandel.

 

He loved sports, and like his father, C.R. Pattabhiraman played cricket. In 1931, he played for the combined Oxford and Cambridge team that toured Yorkshire and Lancashire. Later, he captained the Madras Presidency team and became the Founder and President of a number of cricket associations and teams.

 

Cricket is the national game of India. During the recent first match of the world cup games in February 2015, in Adelaide, Australia, when India won a resounding victory over Pakistan, many of the fans were so enthusiastic that they cheered for both teams. In the stands was one Pakistani gentleman who travels the world attending Pakistani cricket games — always carrying two banners – one for Pakistan and one for India. Whenever the Indian players scored major points, all the Pakistanis, as well as all the Indians, rose to their feet cheering and waving banners – a sort of good natured sportsmanship that one does not see in every country or every sport.

 

The rivalry between the two countries is intense though, and back home some Pakistani fans broke their television sets in frustration after losing the match to India.

 

C.P. Ramaswami Aiyar’s family’s association with Kumbakonam extended back to the days of his great grandfather, Tharruppukkal Ramaswami Aiyar, who was a colorful adventurer. Rudra Krishna’s novel “The Onus of Karma” is based on the life of Tharruppukkal Ramaswami Aiyar. Growing up in the north of Tamil Nadu, in a small Brahmin village, he was the seventh of seven sons. All the family property would be divided up on the death of his father, and as the seventh in line, the amount of land and wealth he would inherit would be small indeed.

 

Instead of staying put in this situation which offered so little to him and so few prospects, he set out to make his fortune. Leaving his home and family, he traveled to the great city of Madras, nearly a hundred miles away. This was in the 1700’s and it was a huge journey at the time. He found work as a police officer, and hearing of a bounty that was being offered of for the capture of an infamous outlaw, he spotted a good opportunity to gain a substantial reward. He hunted the outlaw down, captured him, and put him in jail.

 

Unfortunately, within a few months or a year, the outlaw was released from jail, and he was out free again, seeking revenge against the officer who had sent him to prison. Catching up with Tharruppukkal Ramaswami Aiyar, he attacked him late one night along the road and severely beat him. The police officer escaped with his life only by recalling his training in yoga. He was able to control his breath for many minutes at a time and, badly beaten, he held his breath so as appear dead and lifeless to the outlaw, who left him for dead, so that way he managed to escape.

 

A while later, he captured the outlaw a second and final time and turned him over to be tried and imprisoned. This time the outlaw was jailed for good. The British authorities in the region were so relieved to be rid of this fellow who had caused a lot of pain and difficulties, that they rewarded Tharruppukkal Ramaswami Aiyar with the gift of the city of Kumbakonam.

 

How can you give a city to someone? The feudal system was still in place, encouraged by the British, who made use of it for their own ends in order to consolidate their power in India. The gift of a city meant that the holder of the zameen, or the district, was empowered to collect taxes from the people who lived there. He received a share of the revenue derived from their farming produce or their businesses.

 

Later on, his son, who did not wish to profit by collecting taxes returned the city to the people of Kumbakonam. However, the link between the family and the city did not vanish, it was carried on by the family, and C.R. Pattabhiraman, who they elected as Member of Parliament, continued to represent them and serve that district in Parliament.

 

He died at the age of 94 after a long and highly distinguished career.

 

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Top photo: Courtesy of C.P. Ramaswami Ayar Foundation /A portrait of C.R. Pattabhiraman

 

Second photo: Arian Zwegers / Wikipedia Commons / “This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.” / Kumbeshwarar Temple

 

Third photo: Legaleagle86 / Wikimedia Commons / “This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.” / This Supreme Court building dates from 1954.

 

Fourth photo: Yoga Balaji / Wikimedia Commons /” This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license.” / The Madras High Court; the building was built in 1892.

 

 

© 2015, text, Sharon St Joan

 

Walking with tigers

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By Sharon St Joan

 

Peering around a screen to catch a glimpse behind the stage, the eight-year old boy saw a man smoking. Startled, he burst into tears. The problem was not that a man was smoking – the problem was that it was Rama, the great cultural hero and god-king of India who was smoking. Standing off stage and out-of-sight of the audience, taking a break during an intermission in the performance, there was Rama, with his blue skin and regal bearing, smoking a cigarette. How could Rama be smoking? The young boy Jagam with tears streaming down his face, told the other boys what he had seen, and they started crying too.

 

What would otherwise have been an inspirational performance of the life of Rama had turned into a disappointment. Over time, the shock of the actor smoking faded into the background, and only the heroes of the Ramayana remained in the forefront of the boy’s consciousness.

 

The impact of the story of Rama and his wife Sita on the people of India cannot be overstated.  Their influence extends across all strata of society and every region of the country. In every rural village there may be found among the fields, nestled under a tree, stone icons of Rama and Sita – worshipped and cared for. Rama is the divine figure who lived maybe 5,000 years ago, maybe much earlier, who exemplifies the deeply-rooted Indian concepts of truthfulness, selflessness, and absolute devotion to duty.

 

Rama, unjustly exiled into the forest for fourteen years by his father, at the demand of his step-mother, went willingly and graciously, placing his duty to obey his father above all other considerations.

 

To this day, Indian children are taught to obey and respect their parents and all elders – not only while they are children, but throughout their entire lives – this is the glue that holds Indian society together. The ideals that are intrinsic to their society are not, as in the west, the values of freedom, of seeking one’s rights, and the pursuit of individual happiness, but rather, devotion, respect, and reverence for those who came before them. Uppermost is the concept of placing the welfare of others before one’s own personal wishes and desires.

 

Obviously, in the world as it is today, one finds exceptions; in India there is immense western influence, and age-old traditions have suffered much erosion over the centuries. Yet, despite all this, one still finds, even now, in the heart of nearly every Indian, deep within the psyche, a fundamental attitude of reverence and humility that has never been entirely extinguished – a wish first and foremost to carry out one’s duty in life and to fulfill one’s sacred obligations.

 

Every character in the epic story of Rama and Sita offers either an example to follow, or, instead, a lesson in patterns of behavior to be avoided. All are instructive and are remembered by children for the rest of their lives.

 

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Jagam carried throughout his life a reverence for the Ramayana, and especially one of the great heroes of the story, Hanuman – the divine monkey God, much beloved all over India. Every day of his life he read at least one passage from the Ramayana.

 

Many see Hanuman as the real hero of the Ramayana.  He is worshipped for his unfailing loyalty and devotion to Rama.  It is Hanuman who enables Rama to cross the sea to rescue his wife Sita who has been abducted by the wicked demon-king of Sri Lanka, Ravana.

 

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The boy who was dismayed by Rama smoking became a man, A.R. Jagannathan. His daughter, Dr. Nanditha Krishna, recalls her parents taking her on a trip when she was a child to the island of Rameshwaram, where floating in a boat over the sea, her father lowered her into the waters (much to the alarm of her mother!) so that she could experience firsthand the waves of the ocean where Hanuman and Rama had so long ago stood on the shore planning how to rescue the beloved Sita, how to build a bridge to Lanka, and with what strategy to conquer the armies of Ravana.

 

Nanditha Krishna also credits her father, as well as her mother’s father and her great-grandfather, with instilling in her a great love and reverence for the world of nature.  He took her when she was a child on countless trips to the forests and wildlife preserves of India, pointing out the graceful beauty of the trees, plants, birds, and animals, imparting a profound love of the wild places and the living beings who find their home there.

 

In his public life, A.R. Jagannathan was Founder Managing-Director and Vice-Chairman, Tata Projects Ltd. A very wise and conscientious man, he was a beloved counselor to this extended family, who sought out his advice for all the important decisions of their lives: marriages, careers, businesses, and any important decisions. Kind and always thoughtful, his counsel was given sincerely and was of great benefit.

 

One of his favorite songs, which he loved to listen to all his life was one of the songs about the God Kartikeya. The song told the story of how the heart of his beloved was filled with love for him. Kartikeya was radiant as the moon.

 

He felt a great love for wildlife and the forests, while his wife, Shakunthala, felt a tremendous appreciation of Indian culture and tradition. They complemented each other beautifully, in a marriage made in heaven.

 

He often told the story of when he was a boy, walking with a group of people, 40 kilometers through the forest, up a hill towards the Sabarimala Temple in Kerala. They walked all day, gradually climbing higher along the jungle terrain. As they walked, they saw movement off to the side in the brush. They became aware that in the underbrush there were tigers walking along with them, just out of sight, visible here and there, gliding through the spots of sunlight and shadows of the thick forest. The number of tigers grew over the hours, as more tigers joined them.  They were curious, but never threatening. The tigers were simply walking with them, keeping them company. It was a beautiful experience of harmony with nature and the profound peace of the forest.

 

Top photo: Sumeet Moghe / Wikimedia Commons / “This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.” / A Bengal Tiger in Jim Corbett National Park

 

Second photo: Raja Ravi Press / Wikipedia Commons / “This work is in the public domain in India because its term of copyright has expired.” / A painting done in the 1920’s / Rama, exiled to the forest, accompanied by his wife Sita and his brother Laksmana.

 

 

Third photo: CC-by-sa PlaneMad/Wikimedia /”This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 Generic license.”/ The bridge near Rameshwaram.

 

© 2015, text, Sharon St Joan

 

 

 

 

Go into the mist

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Go into the mist

 

Where the great light falls

 

Where blue flowers gleam

 

In the winds of dawn,

 

And the owl calls

 

Softly, in her deep tone.

 

Go into the wild where

 

The one with no name tells a luminous tale

 

Of the star forest.

 

Out onto the green hills of peace,

 

Go where the mists of the mountain meet,

 

Where the unkempt stream

 

Grows out of the tall cliffs of stone,

 

Where the bright feet

 

Of the moon

 

Skip on the winged waves of the water, glimmering,

 

Where mystical geese sail

 

Along the snow-enchanted trail

 

Back to the beginning,

 

To before the great scattering —

 

Fragmented, broken,

 

Back to where only the silver song of the loon,

 

Clear in the white night,

 

Sings to the peace beyond the realms of being.

 

 

© 2015, Sharon St Joan, photo and poem

 

Madras, India: “Stand in the center! You are the king!”

 

 

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“Stand in the center! You are the king! The king always takes center stage!” Dr. Nanditha Krishna tells the young man, who is playing the king. As she watches the rehearsal for the Grove School’s Annual Day, she provides a few pointers and corrections to the children. The teachers directing and choreographing the performances have already done a brilliant job.

 

The stories enacted by the children are from India’s ancient traditions – like the Dashavatara…the ten avatars of Lord Vishnu. Rippling blue ribbons of cloth across the floor are waved to portray the waves of the ocean. The first avatar, Matsya, the fish, pulls a boat across the sea, in a re-enactment of the Indian version of the Noah story, the flood story known to every world mythology.

 

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Vishnu’s second avatar, Kurma, the turtle, holds the world on his back during the great churning of the waters, while the gods and demons wage an epic struggle for control of the world.

 

There are musical interludes, with a haunting melody—essentially Indian, sung by a chorus of children. These melodies are not the sort of happy, meaningless childhood melodies one so often hears, instead they evoke a spiritual dimension; they touch something beyond this world, and even small Indian children make an early acquaintance with the deeper levels of reality.

 

These children seem extraordinary. Each one is absolutely graceful and brilliant — dancing, singing, or speaking, in Tamil or Sanskrit, moving across the stage, smiling just enough – enchantingly charming. The littlest is five or six, and the older ones are high school age. Where have they found such gifted, talented children?

 

These are the students of the Grove School, one of the best private schools in Madras – and every child is encouraged to develop a presence on stage and his or her singing and dancing talents. Every child is steeped in the ancient traditions of the oldest stories, which are not only captivating just as stories, but are imbued with the most profound mystical meaning.

 

Not all the students are Hindu; some are Moslem, and they take part in these performances with equal enthusiasm. No one is required to take part, but all do. Who could resist the beauty of these enchanting tales?

 

The Grove School is run by the C.P Ramaswami Aiyar Foundation, which was formed in 1966, following the death of the great statesman, C.P. Ramaswami Aiyar, a remarkable individual and visionary, with a very practical nature, who, as diwan (governor) of Travancore brought his state into the modern world with ambitious projects such as the first great hydroelectric power plants in India, while never losing touch with the oldest and most revered traditions, the essential tenets of Sanatana Dharma (Hinduism) which have inspired and held together Indian civilization for 10,000 years. He was a brilliant speaker and communicator. His great-grandaughter, Dr. Nanditha Krishna, is the Honorary Director of the Foundation.

 

The first school run by the Foundation was not the Grove School, but the Saraswathi Kendra Learning Centre, begun in 1985, in response to a need for special education for Indian children with learning disabilities. The children benefit from an alternate education which includes not only academic studies, but also yoga, art, music, and dance, and which aims to foster in each child their own unique talents and abilities. Saraswathi Kendra is affiliated with the National Institute of Open Schooling, which allows children to graduate and be accepted into universities all over India. Those Saraswathi Kendra children who may come from disadvantaged families do not pay more than they can afford.

 

If, after a couple of years, at the Saraswathi Kendra Learning Centre, a child is able to transfer to a regular school, then that is done. If not, the child continues her education at Saraswathi Kendra.

 

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The Saraswathi Kendra School, in 1985, began with four students, who because of learning disabilities were not able to succeed in the regular school system. In the beginning, there was just one teacher, one table, and four desks.

 

Since that small beginning, hundreds of children have graduated from Saraswathi Kendra and have gone on to highly successful careers; many as musicians, classical dancers, or sports stars.

 

 

Top Photo:  Author: Ramanarayanadatta Astir.  Acquired in 1965.  University of Toronto Book contributor: Robarts – University of Toronto Collection: rob arts: Toronto. This work is in the public domain in India because its term of copyright has expired. 

 

 

Second Photo: Kurma: Date: 1850.  PD-US. This image (or other media file) is in the public domain because its copyright has expired. This applies to Australia, the European Union and those countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 70 years.

 

 

Third photo:  Sharon St Joan / A Child in a Tamil Nadu village.