One day visit and so many things, Not very far from "the Athens of South India", This place is build during the sixteen hundreds, An early bus from Madurai for twenty kilometers and twelve rupees bus fare, not bad at all wonderful travel.... Its not a pilgrimage , Its kind of visit to new places, and I believe temples teaches more.
As soon I got down from the bus, Its a long one hour walk up the hill to recah Pazhamudircholai, Temple for lord Muruga, its a fertile hill with springs and herbs and believed that Valli(wife of lord muruga) supposed to have lived here. A walk to remember with dense forest and lot of monkeys, Its all safe until you start disturbing them.
You keep moving uphill to reach Noobura Gangai Theertham, where Goddess Sri Raakachi Amman Shrine is there. She is pouring Her blessings on the devotees,in the form of water.I with a mind of taking the holy bath,went to wet my head with holy water, After which I meat a saint who spelled A to Z of me, Very much scared of prophesy, I offered the saint with a One hundred rupee note as an act of worship, Its not foolish as one of my friend said, If I have to evaluate his sayings, its distinction. because he extended my travel to Thirumala next time... I am happy travelling
Its here in Pazhamudircholai ,The great Tamil poet saint Avvaiyar had been tested by Lord Murga here. who was one of the very famous devotees of Lord Muruga, One day Avvaiyar became tired while travelling came under the shadow of a fruit tree. She was very hungry and thirsty. At that time, a small boy who was sitting on the tree asked her whether she wanted fruits from the tree. she said yes. At that time the boy asked Avvaiyar whether she wanted roasted fruits or unroasted fruits. Avvaiyar who was a famous Tamil poet, litterateur and having indepth knowledge in Tamil thought,"Is there any roasted fruit in the world?" and decided that the small boy didn't have knowledge even about a fruit. she didn't want to argue with the small boy and asked him to pick roasted fruits for her. The boy shook the tree and so fruits fell under the tree. The mud under the tree had stuck on the fruit. Avvaiyar took the fruits and blew on the fruit to remove the mud. It was observed that as the fruits were roasted and had become warm, Avvaiyar had blown the fruits to cool them. At that time, the small boy asked Avvaiyar whether the fruits were warm? Avvaiyar was astonished, "How had a small village cowboy played such an intelligent drama? She had thought that the small boy had no knowledge about fruits and how the fruits in the tree may become roasted fruits. But blowing the air on the fruit to remove the mud is like blowing air to reduce the heat as the fruit is roasted. What a beautiful comparison. Such a beautiful comparison would not have risen in her mind even though she had gained rich knowledge in Tamil." She asked the small boy, "Who are you actually?"
Ahh too much of history, with the saints holy words and my lost hundred rupees, I came down to see lord vishnu at Azhagar Kovil, cutting short the history part, I went in search of food, its the temple prasad, called Azhagar kovil doasi, which is tasty griddle fried, Its hot from the kitchen, with all the necessary seasonings one will forget the accompaniment, because there is none.
The elderly one who cooks and sells, said it take thirty minutes to cook one dosa. which is very thick with a crispy crust and a creamy crumb, along with that he gave Adarasam(sweet), and Chakli(deepfried murukku), tough there are four to five varieties my palate kept searching for Alagar dosai, Ahhhh those tasty dosai...Its just half day passed and with soo many place to visit, Its hard to leave Alagar temple, not because of the divine power, or the lord vishnu or the hundreds of years of history... the real reason, the dosas. Its the hard to resist Alagar Dosai.. The bus arrived and I was ready to leave, Inside the bus I hold my bag tightly with a dozen of Dosai packed hot.
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