,Sri. Kailasa vaadhyar of Perinkulam was one among the hundreds and odd vaadhyars who had come to Hyderabad for an Athirudram, long ago. He passed away last year at his 90 plus, peacefully. ” Let me die happily at home, instead at hospital with needles and tubes all over the body”, he requested his son and passed away as comfortably as he would while going from his house to the temple. I have already a write- up on him, titled, ‘Agnimeelae purohitham’.
” I am a strong man but wept after reading your story” wrote a reader recently, referring to the poverty prevailed in the brahmin houses those days about which I had briefly mentioned .
This is a lighter version :
One day I took vaadhyar on my LML vespa as that was the only vehicle I had then and showed him the city.I stopped near the ‘monda market’ to buy some fruits.
‘”Oru aavarthy Vishnusahasranamam on pinnalae okkanthu mudichootten- I have completed reciting Vishnusahsranamam once, sitting at your back”, he commended and picked up a brass tumbler from his shoulder bag , noticing a pull cart with a bundle of sugar cane sticks and a crushing machine on the road side. He asked me to buy juice for him..
“Vaadhyar, for you ? ” I asked him, unbelieving that he would have the drink from a street vendor.
” Am I note adding sugar to my coffee and vellam for the paayasam ? Have those not passed through several hands and machines?. Here it is one man, one machine and the juice directly falls into my tumbler. And I am thirsty”
What a practical traditionalist.
“Pinnae, chela vasthukkalukku asudham illai” The jovial vaidheekan smiled and whispered in my year.You know what he said?
I don’t want to mention to you and receive your blows..