Sringeri
is a temple town nestled in Chickmagalur district of Karnataka.
My
earliest memory of Sringeri goes back to my childhood, when I was probably five
years old. It starts with an old black and white photograph, with me in pony
tails standing next to my grandparents, against the backdrop of the temples at
Sringeri mutt. It was probably around the same time, I had heard about the
story of Sringeri, narrated by my mother and she never tires of telling me the
story again and again even today.
More
than twelve centuries ago, Hindu seer and exponent of Advaita philosophy, Ādi Śaṅkarācārya had come to Sringeri. He saw an
unusual sight on the banks of the Tunga that made him realize that this place
was sacred. A cobra was seen spreading out its hood over a pregnant frog
protecting it from the scorching sun. He was struck by the sanctity of the area
which could bring two enemies together and infuse love between them. The
acharya went on to establish his very first Mutt here and dedicated it to
Goddess Saraswati. He had invoked the deity and had consecrated an idol of her,
which was initially made of sandalwood. He later established the guru-shishya
tradition that follows till date, as pilgrims visit the town to seek the
blessings of the current Shankaracharya, Jagadguru Bharati Tirtha Swamigal.
As
a child, I had made several trips to Sringeri and slowly the word ‘spiritual’
seemed to become synonymous with the place. The journey was long and arduous
then. We used to drive down to Bangalore from Chennai and then take the long
route via Tumkur and Arsikere to reach Hassan and then Chikmagalur. The winding
roads of Malenadu painted a carpet of green coffee estates as we continued our
journey to Sringeri from the hills. Sometimes, we used to take the picturesque
Agumbe route, just to take in the views of the forests and sunsets. And every
time, I used to lose myself in the journey.
Even
today, I am lost as I drive through Malenadu, drenched in monsoons. Sringeri
brings to the mind images of the long roads snaking across the green mountains,
the heavy rains and squalls, the richly carved temples, the fish swimming in
the serene Tunga, the rhythmic chanting from the various rituals and the bisi
bisi saaru (rasam) on a rainy day.
My
first stop in Sringeri is always at the banks of the River Tunga. Sitting on
the steps and watching the fish nibble at the feet of people who are performing
their evening rituals, I take in the scene. The sun lights the scales as they
whisk their fins in and out of water. The forests border the banks of the
river, while two temple elephants cross over to the other bank on the bridge.
The
temples are not crowded. I stop by at the Sharadamba temple adorned with
massive sculptures. It was reconstructed in the South Indian Dravidian style,
after the earlier wooden temple had given way. After visiting several smaller
temple complexes dedicated to various deities like Malayala Brahma,Torana
Ganapathi, Kodandarama, Janardhana, Subramanya and other guardian gods and
goddesses, I enter my favourite shrine -
the Vidyashankara Temple, standing tall at the entrance to the river , Tunga.
Standing
in awe and gazing at every sculpture on the outer walls, I watch the sun shine
on them. The twelve zodiac signs are carved on the pillars and it is indeed an architectural
marvel in stone, a fusion between Hoysala, Vijayanagara and Chalukya styles in
the 14th century. Dedicated to deities, Vidya Ganapati, Vidyashankara, Durga
and the Trimurtis , it was built by pontiff Bharati Krishna Tirtha Acharya, as
a tribute to his Guru, the 10th Acharya, Vidyatirtha. Another temple is said to
be buried beneath this temple and there is a story around it.
Vidyatirtha
was the reigning acharya in the 13th century when two brothers from
Ekasilanagaram or today's Warangal came to meet him. Vidyatirtha wanted to
meditate and he explained to one of the brothers Bharati Krishna Tirtha not to
disturb him for twelve years.
An
underground chamber was excavated near the bank of the river where the seer meditated and instructed that
the door remained closed for twelve
years .After three years, when the pontiff
was away, the attendants out of curiosity opened the chamber only to see
that the body was replaced by a a
linga .
Bharati
Krishna Tirtha then received a divine message from his Guru to build the
Vidyashankara temple.near the river. He later became the next Jagadguru and was
followed by his brother, Vidyaranya, the founder of the Vijayanagara Empire and
the Guru to the brothers, Harihara (Hakka) and Bukka.
The
connection between Hampi and Sringeri is something I learnt afresh here. It is
believed that the seer Sri Vidyaranya was meditating on Matanga Hill in modern
day Hampi, when he met two brothers, Harihara and Bukka. Under his guidance,
the brothers built a new capital, Vidyanagara and designed it in the form of a
chakra with the Virupaksha Temple in the centre and nine gates surrounding it.
The town soon became known as Vijaynagara or victory as the brothers
established a new dynasty by defeating Delhi Sultans and the various rebelling
feudatories.
It
was already night fall as the stars came out and the moonlight drenched the
waters of the Tunga. Hordes of devotees were crossing the bridge to reach the
other side of the bank in time for the night puja of the Chandramouleshwara
Temple, performed by the Shankaracharya. It is a surreal like experience as one
crosses the Tunga on a star lit night and walks across rich vegetation in
silence , listening to the crickets ,enters the portals of the shrine as the
invigorating chants fill the air and vibrates across the river. It is at the
moment, I truly grasp the meaning of spiritual.
