Day three dawned.We got ready by 6:30 AM and went cycling
along a very scenic mountainous path. We stopped by a point from where we had a panoramic view of the ocean beneath us and sat there for a long time looking at the
beautiful expanse of water, observing the fishermen at work.We also spotted
some pretty birds and a temple that stood by the sea shore.
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| A small temple by the sea shore |
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| Fishermen venturing into the ocean |
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| Fishing is real hard team work!! |
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We then cycled down taking a random route and were in for a
pleasant surprise. We had reached the temple that we spotted from above! We
walked in to find it quiet and empty. The presiding deity was a shiva lingam
that stood facing the sea through a door. We sat down and enjoyed the peace and
sang a song each in praise of the lord in the sanctum. Our voices reverberated
through the empty temple and it turned out to be a very divine experience. A
cow strayed into the temple while we were singing and when we finished, the
animal stopped in its tracks and looked back at us as if asking for more J
After cycling back, it was time to say goodbye to the
wonderful haven that played host to us for three fun filled days. We packed our
bags and bid adieu with a heavy heart full of fond memories.
The temple visits then began. We first headed to the Murudeshwar
temple. The gigantic, larger than life image of Lord Shiva with the ocean at
the background presented a very imposing picture. But I felt that the air of
sanctity and devotion was absent in this place. It felt more like a tourist
spot with people intent on taking pictures rather than performing prayer and
worship. The foreigners heedlessly smoking and walking around with shoes only
added to it. This scenario completely made me understand why photography is
prohibited in many temples. It does turn the mind away from seeking God and
reduces the place to a mere tourist attraction. I even used to scorn at the
rule of barring non Hindus from entry into some temples thinking it to be a
separatist view. But after seeing the scanty regard that the foreigners paid to
the fact that they were inside a place of worship, I started thinking that the
‘separatists’ do have a point after all.
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| Murudeshwar - A temple of BIG proportions |
From there, we headed to the Mookambika temple located at
Kollur. This temple has an interesting and ancient story to it. It is said that the Goddess Shakthi appeared
before the great saint Adi Shankara pleased with his intense penance and agreed
to follow him to a place in Kerala where he desired to install her idol and
perform worship. But she laid a condition that she would walk behind him and
that he should not look back till they reach the destination. Shankara agreed
and they walked on. As they neared the area where this temple is currently
situated, the Goddess decided to test the saint’s faith in her words and
stopped the sound produced by the anklets. Intrigued by the total lack of noise,
Adi Shankara turned back. The Goddess told him to install an idol as he saw her
at that very place. The sanctum of the mookambika temple is said to house this statue.
Though it falls within the Karnataka region, the temple is built in Kerala
style of architecture and so are the pooja and ceremonies. We took dharshan of
the main deity and stayed inside the temple to watch the noon pooja and palak
seva.
And then we drove down to the last destination in our
itinerary – Udupi. Singing ‘Krishna nee Begane baro’ we entered the mutt area.
But far from our expectations, the place was poorly maintained L The presiding deity
Lord Krishna, could be seen only through a window carved out in the stone wall with
horizontal and vertical bars. We sat down to listen to some bhajans and then
ventured out into the streets around the temple area. The place had a typical
small town look about it and we enjoyed the stroll, looking at the shops, houses
and buildings.
The evening train from Udupi brought us back home. This was
a very enjoyable trip with quite a few first time experiences and a lot of
happy memories to cherish. Years later, I think I will come back to read these
posts with a smile of recollection J
