Open the door- let the Swamis in...

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Lingam straight out of Premananda Swami's mouth!

India is one strange country, ask any foreigner they will sure give you a mental picture of God-men, snakes and snake charmers. I do not find any difference between the first two! The list of God-men and the entire list of criminal and civil cases they land themselves in-  we have lost count. Swamis and Gurujis offer a variety of 'services' starting from 'healing' to 'Enlightenment'. Our women always have the love for all Swamis, sadly most of the Swamis reciprocate that love with lust! We all ardently followed Swami Premananda @ Prem Kumar right from his 'deception' to his death. This Godman was not someone ordinary, he could 'manifest' lingams from his mouth on Mahashivarathris. Aptly termed Lingodhbhava, the lingams simply emerged from his Holy mouth and then came the Maha Vibhuthi! Widely publicised to have healing powers, i wonder why they failed to come out after his arrest and later on why these healing powers could not save the Godman from his own death or two life imprisonment sentences for one count of murder, several of rape. Poor Premananda! If only he had known his end, he would have saved some Vibhuthi and Lingams for himself. Now that we know he is the most unselfish Guruji we have ever seen...This Mahashivarathri brings special memories of the Lingam Special Premananda Swami.




Picture of Shri Nithyananda Swami in his website, depicting him as-
you know who!

  The next pro in this line would be the face that millions across the globe have seen with actress Ranjitha. Our Nithyanand Swami topped google's most wanted for a whole month when the videos made headlines. Probably people wanted to have a good look at his face which the video missed;) His Miraculous touch and heal technique came at a hefty price. But probably he ended up on the wrong side, paying the bulk amount for his touch and heal treatment of Ranjee dear;) March 2 is Religious Freedom Day for Swami dear and his nuts devotees who are on a hunger fast to stop the Religious Persecution of him. I was an ardent fan of his series "Open the door, let the breeze in" published in a Tamil weekly. But when Swami dear closed the door after letting in Ranjee, police barged into the Ashram! I was mortified watching the scandal video aired again and again by SunTv ( courtesy!) Having seen pictures of Nithya sitting peacefully on tiger skin it was more than shocking to see him jumping in his bed;) Well, what transpired within four walls between two mutually conniving humans is none of our business. But there is a saying preach what you practise. Lecturing others to follow brahmacharya and meditation, what was the Swami doing in the confines of his Ashram? Life bliss??? And i almost choked laughing when Nithya told the CID after his arrest that he was not a 'man'. He also requested a potency test to prove that he was not a man. EEWWWWWWW! So Ranjee dear, what were you doing with a NO man??? After a year in prison, now Swami dear is on the prowl again, scott-free, spreading Life Bliss.

There are scores and scores of such queer Swamijis, starting from Nithyananda to Natyananda. We simply refuse to learn the lesson. There is Amma in Melmaruvathur...i wonder how you call a man Amma! Then there is Kalki Annai in Nemam...Here the Annai is a husband and wife duo! There is Mata Amritanandamayi Devi, the 'hugging saint'! One wonders soon we will have Kissing Saint, Smooching Saint, Sleeping Saint! The only connection between all these God men and women is that they have HUGE volumes of wealth at their disposal, their Ashrams are not the simple hay huts, they are literal Palaces catering to devotees all over the world. The Trusts of all these Ashrams run numerous schools, colleges and some even have deemed universities. These multi millionaire Swamis and Swamins prowling the streets of India are too dangerous for our women. Unless the average Indian housewife detests and shuns these mushrooming Swamis, there is no hope for us...Till then, "open the door...let the Swamis in;)"

Image Courtesy- Respective Swamis' own websites:)

Dinner-limited, fun-unlimited!

Dinners...it is not about candles, roses, violins and wine. Some of the most cherished dinners remain etched so deep in my heart, i would probably need an hour to reminisce all the wonderful ones i had! Being a die-hard foodie, i love anything that sits on my dinner plate, be it curd rice and mango pickle or a barbecued chicken. But it is the love that blossoms on dinner tables i covet. Childhood dinners are always so special, especially the ones we had on full moon days in the terrace. Mother loved to have long dinners on full moon nights with the whole flock. Wait a minute, a flock means us- the three musketeers! We had to carry the utensils upstairs, two floors up and the elder brother as usual being the lazy goosey, liked to carry water. The heavy weight utensils fell on us- the eldest and the youngest and we doggedly carried them up and down. May be the frequent climbing up and down helped to keep my weight in check!

Mother used to mix rice, curry and vegetables and making tiny balls of it, she would place one on each out-stretched hand. Munching on pappads, we loved to talk and eat and eat till she would be scraping the vessel for more food! Then came the fruits, usually grapes, which Dad would pluck and hand over, after picking the rotten ones. Lying fully satiated, almost gluttony, viewing the full moon was a bliss. Those were the dinners that i cherish the most. There were funny dinners in school days,when we used to have dinner in hotels, usually in Tirunelveli. I remember one of the first,when there was a quarrel among us to decide which hand holds the spoon and the fork- Left or the right. Table etiquettes and manners were something i learnt back then, spreading a napkin, wiping away with a tissue, using the fork to cut a piece of chicken! Cutting a piece of chicken with a fork and knife by itself is an art, the first time i tried, the chicken simply could not tolerate my torture and jumped from the plate and hid itself under the table! Then came variety of forks, distinguishing salad fork from dessert fork, cold cuts fork, serving fork...uffff...i am miffed even now!

I am reminded of my first romantic dinner with my better half in Ooty. Sounds so romantic, isnt it? But Oh my! I was so nervous i kept tripping on the way to the wash and back. Spilling some chicken gravy on the table cloth, clanging the spoon on the plate- the entire meal was a disaster, the waiter near by sent me a wary look. The fun was yet to come, when at last, i ordered lime soda and waited. There came two bowls of warm lime water, man, that was confusing. Was it lime soda? As always, i thought let me wait and watch what my husband does. He dipped his fingers in it and i watched awe-struck! Oh, really? That was supposed to be water to wash hands? Thank God, i decided to wait and watch rather than drink it from the bowl! Then arrived my lime soda in a tall glass, thankfully! After numerous such dinners, i hope now i can manage any type of dinner, be it  a nila soru ( dinner in the terrace on full moon day) or a romantic dinner in some star hotel! But the best dinner would be something in which i need not spend half an hour contemplating which fork to take and which spoon to use. That must be obviously a dinner at home, where i can dig in with my hand and shove a mouthful. Man, that is called a dinner, where dinner might be limited, fun is unlimited;)