The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their...
Taking a break from my regular posts, I am sharing today an article that was published in Rail Bandhu a while back, titled - A Hymn called the Cauvery
We stand
atop the mountain, and peer into a tank. Around us are the lush green mountains
of the Western Ghats, and, it seems apt that a river as holy as the Cauvery
should originate here, in the Brahmagiri Ranges of Coorg, Karnataka. She bubbles
forth as a spring, in this tank, during the monsoon months, and then flows down
as a river from the foothills, giving the place its name -‘Talacauvery’. It is at these
foothills, at Bhagamandala, that we first see her as a river, and this is also
where she meets the first of her many sisters. Here, she merges with the
mountain stream Kannike, and the invisible (and maybe mythical) Sujyothi, to
form the Cauvery, as we know her. A temple at Bhagamandala enshrines both,
Vishnu and Shiva, and the Cauvery, when she is in full flow, washes the steps
of the temple, as if paying obeisance to them both.
The Cauvery
is so inextricably linked with legends and myths that it is impossible to
separate them. Long, long ago, it is said, the Sage Agasthya came here, a kamandalu
in his hand. That was all he owned, and it was more precious to him than
anything else, for the vessel contained the sacred Cauvery, without whom he
couldn’t perform his daily prayers. Cauvery, on the other hand, yearned for freedom.
She wished to be untamed like the river she was, flowing as she willed. The
gods fulfilled her wish, and sent Ganesha in the form of a crow, to overturn
the kamandalu, and set Cauvery free. Cauvery jumped at the chance, and
flowed out of the vessel, and the land she touched came alive. Agasthya,
realizing his selfishness, blessed Cauvery that she would be the most sacred
among all the rivers here, and even the Ganga would come to her to cleanse
herself.
We meet the
Cauvery often, as we journey across Coorg, at Kushalnagar, Dubare, and through
the forests of Nagarhole National Park. She divides herself into two at
Srirangapatna, only to come together once more, as if garlanding the Lord whose
abode this island is. Nearby, there are more islands, not home to Gods, but to
birds. This is the Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary , which hosts birds that come
here from near and afar, to nest, and to nurture their fledglings on her banks. A little
further downstream, we stand at the steps of another temple – The Gunja
Narasimhaswamy temple at T. Narsipur. The T here stands for Thirummukkudalu
– the place where three rivers merge. The rivers in question are the Cauvery,
the Kabini, and the Gupta Gamini (again, an invisible river, or spring). The
convergence of three rivers makes this site as holy as the Triveni Sangam of
the Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati, at Allahabad, and besides, the sage Agasthya
proclaimed it to be as holy as Kashi.
The Cauvery
flows tumultuously, and cares nothing for mountains and gorges. She falls
across them gracefully, and yet with splendor, as if she enjoys the challenge
and revels in it! Through her course, she flows to her will, diverging here,
and merging there, creating numerous islands in her wake. At Shivanasamudra,
she falls majestically from a height of 98m, drawing multitudes to see her in
her prime. At the base are temples again, to Lord Vishnu, who is her constant
companion on her journey.
She meets
the Arakavati at Mekedatu, flowing through a gorge which appears too narrow for
her. Here, she has worn such holes in the rock that the place abounds with
myths and legends about a goat which leapt across the gorge for safety, and
gave the place its name! (Mekedatu in Kannada means ‘goat’s leap’!) She
continues over the rocky landscape, seemingly least bothered about such trivial
aspects, and, at the border of Karnataka and Tamilnadu, at Hogenakkal, she falls
spectacularly over the rocks, the force bringing up such a spray that it
appears to be steam rising from the river!
Once she
enters Tamilnadu, she seems to slow down, as if she is suddenly older, more
mature. Almost at once, she merges with the Amaravathi River near Erode, and
then the Noyyal near Kodumudi. One of the holiest
places here is the town of Bhavani, where the river of the same name merges
with the Cauvery and the Amrutavahini. Again, three rivers merging makes this
an exceptionally holy site, and the Lord here is known as Sangameshwarar –
presiding over the sacred sangam or confluence. From here,
she is the Akhanda Cauvery – the great river, much bigger in size than before,
and also peaceful, unlike her earlier, younger self!
She splits
once more, to form the island of Srirangam, once again garlanding the Lord, as
at Srirangapatna and Sivanasamudra. Together, these three form an important
pilgrimage for Vaishnavites, as it is believed that to see the Lord at all
three places in a day will bring us the blessings of the Lord as well as the
Cauvery. Beyond Srirangam
and Trichy, she takes on a completely new form – splitting into many
tributaries, which spread across the region, forming the Cauvery Delta.
Interestingly,
while the Cauvery continues to split and create a network through the area, it
is her tributary, the Kollidam, which merges with the others and becomes the
stronger river. The Cauvery here is thus the mother, intent on nurturing the
land before she reaches her destination! At
Thiruvaiyaru, five of her tributaries flow at once, surrounding the town,
giving the Lord who resides here, the name ‘Pancha Nadeeswarar’ – the Lord of
the Five rivers. Here, on her banks lived the great musical Saint, Thyagaraja, and
where, each year, on his anniversary, millions of musicians and music lovers
gather, to pay tribute to him, by singing his songs. At Kumbakonam, the temple tanks, originally formed by her flow, are
considered as and even more sacred than the Ganga. Here are temples dedicated
to the holy rivers, in the belief that they come here to bathe in the Cauvery,
to rid themselves of the sins of those who have bathed in them. Agasthya’s
blessing to Cauvery thus lives on, in the minds and hearts of the people here,
who head to Kumbakonam once every 12 years for the Mahamagam, an event equivalent
to the Kumbha Mela of the north.
She flows past Thanjavur, where the Chola rulers built their magnificent temples, and
through numerous small towns and villages where she merges and separates from
her many sisters. At Mayiladudurai or Mayavaram, where Shiva appeared as a
Peacock, she bisects the town into two halves, and people flock to bathe here
on auspicious days. From here,
she flows quickly towards the sea, as if in a hurry to reach her destination.
She is not the meandering maiden anymore, but the single minded devotee who
aims to merge with her Lord, the Ocean. It is at Poompuhar that she achieves
her aim, creating an estuary that once used to be the most important port in
ancient India. Time and tide though have washed all signs of that ancient
prosperity, and as we stand there today, all we can see is a tired river
merging into the sea, as if relieved that her journey is at an end.
As I stand
there, at her final destination, I think of how she has changed, over the
course of 800 Km. From a frolicking river bouncing over the rocks, to the
graceful one, flowing strong, but at peace, to the benevolent life giver – I
can understand at last why we think of her of a woman!
The Cauvery is not easy to follow. She cannot
be easily navigated, nor can we trace her path along roads. Hers is a journey
to be experienced in parts.
Talacauvery and Bhagamandala in Coorg, are only
accessible by road. The nearest railway stations are Mysore or Mangalore,
depending on where you are coming from.
Srirangapatna is the first major stop on the
Cauvery with a railway station, well connected to the rest of the country.
Mysore is the hub for exploring the Cauvery in
Karnataka. T.Narsipur (30 km) is nearby, as is Shivanasamudra (70 Km).
Bangalore is the next stop, for Mekedatu
Sangama (100 Km) and Hogenakkal (150 Km).
Hogenakkal is more easily accessible from
Tamilnadu, Dharmapuri being the nearest railway station (47Km).
Within Tamilnadu, the railway line follows the
Cauvery, since most towns are on her banks. Erode, Kodumudi and Bhavani are all
railway stations on the Southern Railway, and the temples and Sangamas are
nearby. Interestingly, along this route, is a railway station named after the
river – Cauvery Junction! Few trains stop here though!
The temples at Srirangam, Trichy, Thanjavur,
Kumbakonam, and Mayavaram are all near the respective railway stations.
Poompuhar is only accessible by road, and there
is no shrine or temple for the Cauvery here.
This article was originally published in the October 2014 issue of Rail Bandhu, the official magazine of Indian Railways. The photograph is my own and was also published in the magazine along with the article.
Enjoyed reading this. The section of the river that I particularly like seeing is the area between Shivanasamudra and Hogenakal. Fortunately or unfortunately it is not a freely accessed area, falling under a wildlife sanctuary. The valley here is pretty, the river wide and mellow first and fast later beyond Mekedatu...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Arun. I totally agree with you. That section is certainly one of the most beautiful. but its been years since i was there!
DeleteThanks for sharing this beautiful story of the Cauvery, tracing her from the origin to the delta.
ReplyDeleteI have visited many of the cities/towns that you have mentioned. Several still remain, and I hope to visit them in the future.
you are welcome, aladybird! i hope you will be able to visit all these places soon!
DeleteInteresting read! Loved the idea of concentrating on a river than on a place it flows by.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Niranjan! I have always been fascinated by rivers and the stories around them :)
Deleteindia is so full of beautiful places ..
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Absolutely, Bikram!
DeleteI had been to many of the places u have mentioned on the banks of the cauvery..but how wo0nderfully u have compiled them..this is why I love reading your blogs ..they r so different
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ani! This was a story I wanted to write for long. rivers have always fascinated me, esp the kaveri!
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