Coral, Coffee, and Chaos: Celebrating 35 Years

Dearest Aparna,

As the calendar turns to March 31st once again, I find myself looking at you and wondering where the last thirty-five years have gone. They say time flies when you’re having fun, but in our case, it has flown because you’ve made every moment feel like a living dream. From that starry-eyed day in 1991 to this milestone of our 35th wedding anniversary (they said it is called Coral Anniversary, but who cares anyway), the journey has been nothing short of magical. Looking back, I realize that while I might be the one writing these words, it is your grace and grit that have written our story.

Candid? I don’t think so

I often think back to that August 15th evening of 1984 when we first met. If the Divine were to appear before me today and offer a chance to rewind and chart a different course, I would ask for the exact same journey all over again. I wouldn’t change a single thing. You have been the anchor of my life, the pilot of our flight, and the perfect fit in a way that even mechanical engineering couldn’t replicate. While I am often the motor-mouth, overtly expressing everything, you have always been the calming presence—the one who ensures that even an empty glass looks overflowing to those around you.

Next to Anay, this place give you most Joy

Our life together has seen its share of ups and downs, abundance and scarcity, but none of that mattered because I had you walking alongside me. You are the one who brings out the best in me and makes me want to be better every single day. I see your unshakeable loyalty, your selfless nature, and the way you never frown when someone seeks your help. You are a Seva Warrior in the truest sense, a fantastic soul who lives every moment with such clarity of priority. Whether it was the organising strength you showed during my pilgrimages to Sabarimala or the way you handled difficult decisions by simply telling me to “do what lets you sleep peacefully,” your wisdom has always been our compass.

35 years and it is still the same
Love is not gazing into each other’s eyes but both looking out in the same direction

Looking at Divya and Vishnu, I see the best parts of you in them. You weren’t just a mother to our biological children but a no-nonsense guide to so many manasik children, as well. From the early days when you were a cook wondering if pressure-cooking rice needed water, to today, where you could give any chef a run for their money, your growth and persistence have been exemplary.

I can never forget the first time Gulab Jamoon was Made

You instilled values in them through bedtime stories and constant care, ensuring that Life is a celebration for our entire extended family. You are the heart of our home and the light of our lives.

Our Biggest Gifts

And then, of course, there is the little light who has redefined what home feels like for both of us. When Anay arrived on October 11, 2022, he didn’t just join our family; he shifted the entire axis of our world. Watching you transition into the role of a grandmother has been one of the most beautiful chapters of our thirty-five years together. It is as if all the love and wisdom you gathered over the decades found a brand-new, tiny vessel to pour into. Anay has brought a sense of playfulness back into our lives that I didn’t realize we were missing. He is a constant reminder of the wonder in small things, teaching us to slow down and see the world through his curious, bright eyes.

Does anything bring more happiness than this?

In fact, our entire week now revolves around a new kind of countdown. We find ourselves looking forward to every Friday evening with a restless, childlike excitement because we know it brings Anay back into our arms. The house feels different the moment he walks in; the air seems lighter and the walls echo with a joy that only a grandchild can provide. Those weekends spent watching him grow, hearing his laughter, and seeing him bond with you are the moments where time truly stands still for us. Sharing the joy of being his grandparents with you is the perfect crowning jewel on our thirty-five years of marriage.

Your expression says it all

Our Sunday mornings—filled with Uppittu, Dosey, and filter coffee—remain my favorite ritual. They are a reminder that while the world outside is loud, our world is built on these quiet, sacred moments of togetherness. You are the woman who is fixed, robust, and capable of restoring any fallen ones around her. You have sacrificed comforts to keep us happy, and you have loved me just as I am, never trying to change my idiosyncrasies, even when I know I’m a handful.

Aparna, they say that after thirty-five years, things might become routine, but with you, it only gets better, like fine wine. You are still the person I cannot live without. I am so lucky that of all the fishes in the ocean, I caught you. Thank you for thirty-five years of tolerating me with a smile and for being the wonderful human being that you are. May the Divine and Gurudev continue to bless you with health and joy in abundance. I am, and will always be, the luckiest man to have you by my side.

His Blessings and Grace – Every moment of our Journey
The Anchor

As always a song dedicated to you on this occasion

Stepping Beyond the Quarter-Century-Happy 26th Vishnu

Happy 26th Birthday, Vishnu! It feels like just yesterday I was carrying a loud bundle of joy outside Agadi Hospital. Now, you’ve officially graduated from the Quarter-Century Club to what I like to call the Level 26 Boss stage. Here is my wish to celebrate the man you’ve become.

Once upon a Time

They say time flies, but in our house, it’s soared at supersonic speeds. One moment I’m dodging your jealous jabs at Didi, and the next, I’m watching you navigate airports and international universities with the poise of a seasoned diplomat. And just like that, the Quarter-Century Club which felt soooooo…. last year and today, you hit 26—a number that feels solid, grounded, and full of new momentum.

Looking back at the digital trail of wishes I’ve left for you over the years, it’s like watching a high-definition timelapse of a life well-lived. From the 15-year-old Amazing Young Gentleman that I wrote about in the past to the Coolest 20-year-old navigating the start of a new decade, and finally to last year’s 25 year milestone—every year has added a new layer to the man you’ve become.

I still chuckle thinking about the Honda Makiva blabber or the way you’d set expectations so low before an exam, only to end up scoring pretty good. With benefit of hindsight, it was your legendary academic strategy. Most kids brag about how much they’ve studied; you had the uncanny ability to convince us you’d flunk, only to end up quite on top. I’m still waiting to hear if that teacher who promised to jump off the terrace if you scored the highest actually survived your results! From those shockingly pleasant scores to seeing your picture on the University BEST board, you’ve always kept us on our toes, cheering you all the way.

A moment we always would Cherish: No ordinary feat.

Whether it’s teaching yourself the guitar (and being quite good at it, even if you aren’t Jimi Hendrix just yet!) or being humble to a fault by refusing to sign consent for your own promo photos—you’ve always had a level head on those broad gym-going shoulders. This humility (except what I am mentioning in the next line, Bro) though sometimes bordering on a fault is what makes you, YOU. You’ve gone from Bro (as you so proudly call me once saying I will be taller than you) to a man who stands shoulder-to-shoulder with his Dad.

Jokes aside, home feels a little too quiet without you. When you first packed your bags to go abroad for your studies, it felt like the heart of the home had checked in for a long-haul flight. I remember Gurudev once saying, “Let him go, he will do well, and while my head knew he was right, my heart was screaming No!”

Unforgettable Day – 2018

Waving goodbye at the airport terminal was the moment it truly hit me: the little boy who once cried after watching Taare Zameen Par was now a young man out to conquer the world. Every time you leave after a holiday, technology tries to bridge the gap, but no video call can replace having you around in flesh and blood.

It is already feels so long

As a Dad, I miss our short evening chats and the drive in the campus, the random banter, and yes, even the way you’d take me on a guilt trip just to get a trip to the beach (in Chennai).

At 26, you are no longer in need of my unwarranted advice. You’ve navigated challenges with grace, returned to your roots when the Motherland and Mother called, and showed us that generosity isn’t about age—it’s about the heart. As you celebrate the day, my prayer remains the same:

Stay rooted. In a world of constant noise, keep that Himalayan patience (perhaps inherited from Amma) and that generous heart that once gave away a half-eaten chocolate to a stranger at the gate.

May the Grace of the Divine and the blessings of Pujya Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar ji always light your path. Keep chasing those dreams, but don’t forget to enjoy the evening walks and the simple joys along the way.

Happy Birthday, Bro! We are incredibly proud of the gentleman you are.

Love you loads,

From all of us

66 Climbs, One Destination : Finding Freedom in the Forest

This article is purely my reflection of the deep spiritual journey and the paradox of finding freedom through the fire of discipline. As they say, any spiritual pursuit is very personal and experiential. No words or experience is standard, and the unexpected experiences are almost often most rewarding, this I say with benefit of hindsight. Not expecting anything, performing a pilgrimage for the sake of it, not even yearning for a Darshan or ascension of 18th Holy steps is a state that attracts abundance of blessings from Him. Simply treat it as a journey of a jigyasu’s soul that seeks to find its home.

65th Pilgrimage – June 2025
64th Pilgrimage (February 2025)

To complete 66 pilgrimages is no ordinary feat for an ordinary mortal like me. For us it is an abundance of compassionate blessings from Him, carved into the hills where Ultimate devotee of Shri Rama, Shabari sought and found her Beloved. In the tradition of Sabarimala, 18th, 36th, and 54th pilgrimages are milestones, actually the years following the numbers – 19, 37 & 55 is significant as we go again as a Kanni Swami (First-timer) on these pilgrimages. Kanni Swami is bringing every pilgrim down to earth, on to the first step from the 18th. In my initial pilgrimages, much before the Patinettampadi was plated, pilgrims break coconuts on the step corresponding to their number of pilgrimages – 1st timer on the 1st, 2nd timer on the 2nd and so on. After the 18th rebooting the pilgrimage and breaking the coconut on the 1st during 19th Pilgrimage as Kanni Swami is to help us shed any ego that set in us.

Patinettam Thirupadi (18 Holy Steps)

There is a strange, divine gravity at Sabarimala. Every time I stand before the Patinettampadi (the 18 holy steps), I feel I am seeing them for the first time, yet I have been coming home for 66 time.  The word Tatvamasi (written as Thathwamasi on the facade of the Sannidhanam) is the final destination of the Vratam. I say this with utmost sincerity, It isn’t just a sign; it is a spiritual mirror. I am sure every pilgrim feels the same. Literally, it is yelling at the pilgrim “The One you have been searching for in the forest, across the rivers, and up the 18 steps is actually YOU.”  (Tat: That (the Supreme Reality); Tvam: You (the Individual); Asi: Are which means Thou Art That”) For the curious, Tatvamasi is one of the four Mahavakyas (Great Utterances) from the Upanishads.

Tatvamasi

Transcribed this talk from a commentary on this Mahavakya Tatvamasi by a former Melsanti of Sabarimala Shri Dharma Shasta Temple – Bramhashri Jayaraman Potti

Think of the universe as a vast, shimmering ocean and yourself as a single, tiny wave dancing on its surface. For most of your life, you’ve likely defined yourself by the height of that wave, its speed, or how close it is to the shore. You feel separate, small, and perhaps a little afraid of the moment the wave hits the sand and disappears. But Tatvamasi is the ancient voice of wisdom whispering a radical truth: you aren’t the wave; you are the water.

In the simplest English, Tatvamasi translates to “Thou Art That” It is a grand identity statement that strips away your name, your job, your bank balance, and even your physical body to reveal a deeper reality. The “That” refers to the infinite, the spark of life that powers the stars and keeps the planets in orbit. The “Thou” is you—the silent observer behind your eyes. The “Art” is the bridge, the cosmic “equals” sign that says there is no difference between the two.

Imagine a gold necklace, a gold ring, and a gold bangle. To the casual observer, they are three different things with different prices and shapes. But to the goldsmith, they are all just gold. The shape is temporary, but the substance is eternal. Tatvamasi suggests that while our shapes, our personalities and bodies, look different, the substance we are made of is the exact same universal consciousness.

People often ask, “Why go back so many times for a 15-20 second Darshan?” They don’t realize that those few seconds are the spark, but the 41-day Vratam is the fuel. Contrary to what people generally have come to believe, the 41-day (called a Mandala) Vratam (Penance) is not a period of restriction; it is a period of unburdening. Wearing the Black itself is a huge burden off the head. While we otherwise live to the world’s requirement of etiquette, dress and behaviour by wearing black, I shed the ego of style and status. We become invisible to the world (and vice versa) and visible only to the Divine – a one-to-one conversation.

Walking without footwear isn’t about physical pain; I attribute my perfect health with absolutely no prescription life (like Diet or Exercise etc) to this bare foot trek. Unknowingly, a acupressure working its magic on me. It’s also about staying grounded and feeling the pulse of the Earth—the same Earth 12-year-old Manikanta walked upon. Can there be a better incentive than this for a pilgrimage. Walk with me and you will realise what I am trying to say.

The Sattvic Life & Brahmacharya is not about sacrifice. When we control what we eat, say, and think, we realize we aren’t slaves to our impulses. The Vratam is a “mental detox.” It sharpens the mind so that when you finally stand at the Sannidhanam, your soul is clear enough to reflect the light of the Shri Dharma Shasta.

My 1st Guruswami, my Father initiated us, 4 brothers into this Pilgrimage when I was in Class 2. When we brothers got used to luxuries like inability to sleep on mat when we attended a wedding, or walking without footwear etc very early in our lives, he made us realise that is not a luxury, it is bondage and the only way he thought we could learn was experiencing it. When Sabarimala was not as developed as today and with no accommodation in Sannidhanam, the arduous bare-foot trek made us feel that the floor on which we laid down (Viri) was better and luxurious that the Foam Bed that we could not sleep without. We often think discipline is a cage. Sabarimala pilgrimages taught me that it is actually the key. When I follow the strict rules of the pilgrimage, I am no longer worried about my cravings or my social standing. I am free from the “Self” (the Aham). This discipline doesn’t stifle me; it protects me from the chaos of the outside world.

Just a Break on the most luxurious Seat
(Nothing to do with Medical Emergency)

In the forest, under the weight of the Irumudi, I am not a Corporate Executive, a father, or a citizen. I am simply “Swami.” There is no greater freedom than losing your identity in the chant of “Swamiye Saranam Ayyappa.” This is the reason why every pilgrim at Sabarimala—regardless of their job, wealth, or age—is called “Swami.” When you wear the Mala, the world stops seeing you as an individual and starts seeing you as a manifestation of the Lord. By calling every other pilgrim “Swami,” you are practicing Tatvamasi—recognizing the divine spark in every person you meet on the trek. When you reach the Sannidhanam and read “Tatvamasi,” it is a reminder that once the ego is dropped, only the Divine remains.

The Luxurious Throne

A quick Darshan is a divine tease. It’s like a single drop of nectar that makes you crave the whole bottle. At 66th pilgrimage, the trek isn’t get easier, but I can vouch that my heart gets lighter. I return every year because, in those brief seconds before His Murti, time stops. The exhaustion of the trek, the sweat, and the 41 days of penance all vanish, making me feel it was fictitious in the first place. I come back again & again simply to experience the high of freedom of being His.

PS: It will be unfair if I don’t acknowledge our Pilgrim Gang – about 25 of them are common in all pilgrimages. They make the entire process from Vratam to Irumudi to Pilgrimage a Wonderful Experience. Thank you Swamis, Malikappurams, Manikantas