Memories of Childhood; Temples and daily Life

Temples have always been a very intrinsic part of our lives through the ages. They have always played a very important role in not only the personal but also in the social lives of the people. My father writes about a temple in a place called Hosur , near the town where he spent his childhood.
“In my High School, I had a close friend and classmate,
Sesha. We studied together. Sesha’s father lived in
a house at Hospet on the Railway Station Road. They
were Madhva Brahmins. Sesha’s father was a priest or
Purohit. He was invited to houses for performing Poojas,
marriages and religious functions. He was also a teacher.
Sesha was also trained to perform some religious functions
and joined his father sometimes. I used to go to
their house for playing and studying. I liked the family
The Tungabhadra river flowed about 3 miles north of
Hospet. There was a small village, Hosur on the south-side
of the river. A famous temple was in that village, with
the headless body of Renuka as the idol. On the north of
the river at Huligi, a small vilage was a temple
with Renuka’s head as the idol.

Renuka was the wife of Jamadagni,one of the
Saptarshis (seven sages). They had five sons.
The last son was Parasurama – considered as a partial
incarnation of Vishnu. Once, Jamadagni suspecting the
fidelity of Reuka ordered his sons to behead her. The
first four refused and were cursed. Parasurama obeyed
and cut off his mother’s head with his axe or Parasu.
Jamadagni was pleased and offered a boon to Parasurama.
He prayed for the life of his mother and withdrawal of
the curses on his brothers.

Sesha often worked as the priest of the Hosur
temple. Many times, I went with him, watching the
devotees and eating the prasadam. It was a great
experience. A few years after finishing our school,
Sesha suddenly passed away. It was a great loss for
his family. For a long time, I could not believe that
he was no more.

There are many stories about Parasurama. Once,
to create a lot of land between the Western Ghats and
the Arabian Sea, he threw his axe from the top of
the Ghats towards the sea. A beautiful land was
created between the place where the Axe fell and the
Ghats, called the ‘Parasurama Srishti’ or creation of
Parasurama. Dakhina Kannada and Uttara Kannada
Districts are this ‘Srishti’ . We live here now.

( I could not find a photo of the temple my father has written about. This is a photo of the outside of a temple near our home.)

By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. The Covid has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.