Bhagavan Ramana
by T. M. P. MAHADEVAN, M. A., Ph.D. Professor
of Philosophy, University of Madras
Published by
V. S. RAMANAN
President, Board of Trustees
SRI RAMANASRAMAM
TIRUVANNAMALAI 606-603
SOUTH INDIA
Reprinted from Ramana Maharshi
and His Philosophy of Existence
© Sri Ramanasramam, Tiruvannamalai
606-603, Tamil Nadu, India 1989
PREFACE
THE present essay was originally
written for a book on The Saints; and it appears
as General Introduction in a work on Bhagavan
entitled Ramana Maharshi and His Philosophy
of Existence. As it is felt that this essay
may be of interest to the general readers, it
is being issued separately also in the form
of a booklet.
May Bhagavan accept this offering!
Aradhana Day T. M. P. MAHADEVAN May 5, 1959.
INVOCATION
O - Vinayaka, who wrote on
a scroll (i.e., the slopes of Mt. Meru) the
words of the Great Sage (i.e., Vyasa) and who
presides at the victorious Arunachala, do remove
the disease (i.e. maya) that is the cause of
repeated births, and protect graciously the
great Noble Faith (i.e., the Upanisadic philosophy
and religion) which brims with the honey of
the Self.
This a prayer to Lord Ganesa, the Remover of
all obstacles, composed by Bhagavan Sri Ramana.
Reference is made to the Puranic story that
Ganesa served as a scribe to Vyasa and wrote
down the Mahabharata and His Grace is here invoked
for the protection of the Vedanta philosophy.
The printed Tamil verse is a facsimile of Bhagavan's
own handwriting.
BHAGAVAN RAMANA
THE Scriptures tell us that
it is as difficult to trace the path a sage
pursues as it is to draw a line marking the
course a bird takes in the air while on its
wings. Most humans have to be content with a
slow and laborious journey towards the goal.
But a few are born as adepts in flying non-stop
to the common home of all beings - the supreme
Self. The generality of mankind takes heart
when such a sage appears. Though it is unable
to keep pace with him, it feels uplifted in
his presence and has a foretaste of the felicity
compared to which the pleasures of the world
pale into nothing. Countless people who went
to Tiruvannamalai during the life-time of Maharshi
Sri Ramana had this experience. They saw in
him a sage without the least touch of worldliness,
a saint of matchless purity, a witness to the
eternal truth of Vedanta. It is not often that
a spiritual genius of the magnitude of Sri Ramana
visits this earth. But when such an event occurs,
the entire humanity gets benefited and a new
era of hope opens before it.
About thirty miles south of Madurai there is
a village Tirucculi by name with an ancient
Siva temple about which two of the great Tamil
saints, Sundaramurti and Manikkavacakar, have
sung. In this sacred village there lived in
the latter part of the nineteenth century an
uncertified pleader, Sundaram Aiyar with his
wife Alagammal. Piety, devotion and charity
characterised this ideal couple. Sundaram Aiyar
was generous even beyond his measure. Alagammal
was an ideal Hindu wife. To them was born Venkataraman
- who later came to be known to the world as
Ramana Maharshi - on the 30th of December, 1879.
It was an auspicious day for the Hindus, the
Ardra-darsanam day. On this day every year the
image of the Dancing Siva, Nataraja, is taken
out of the temples in procession in order to
celebrate the divine grace of the Lord that
made Him appear before such saints as Gautama,
Patanjali, Vyaghrapada, and Manikkavacaka. In
the year 1879 on the Ardra day the Nataraja
Image of the temple at Tirucculi was taken out
with all the attendant ceremonies, and just
as it was about to re-enter, Venkataraman was
born. There was nothing markedly distinctive
about Venkataraman's early years. He grew up
just as an average boy. He was sent to an elementary
school in Tirucculi, and then for a year's education
to a school in Dindigul. When he was twelve
his father died. This necessitated his going
to Madurai along with the family and living
with his paternal uncle Subbaiyar. There he
was sent to Scott's Middle School and then to
the American Mission High School. He was an
indifferent student, not at all serious about
his studies. But he was a healthy and strong
lad. His school mates and other companions were
afraid of his strength. If some of them had
any grievance against him at any time, they
would dare play pranks with him, only when he
was asleep. In this he was rather unusual :
he would not know of anything that happened
to him during sleep. He would be carried away
or even beaten without his waking up in the
process.
It was apparently by accident that Venkataraman
heard about Arunachala when he was sixteen years
of age. One day an elderly relative of his called
on the family in Madurai. The boy asked him
where he had come from. The relative replied
"From Arunachala". The very name 'Arunachala'
acted as a magic spell on Venkataraman, and
with an evident excitement he put his next question
to the elderly gentleman, "What! From Arunachala!
Where is it?" And he got the reply that
Tiruvannamalai was Arunachala.
Referring to this incident the
Sage says later on in one of his hymns to Arunachala
: 'Oh, great wonder! As an insentient hill it
stands. Its action is difficult for anyone to
understand. From my childhood it appeared to
my intelligence that Arunachala was something
very great. But even when I came to know through
another that it was the same as Tiruvannamalai
I did not understand its meaning. When, stilling
my mind, it drew me up to it, and I came close,
I found that it was the Immovable.'
Quickly following the incident
which attracted Venkataraman's attention to
Arunachala, there was another happening which
also contributed to the turning of the boy's
mind to the deeper values of spirituality. He
chanced to lay his hands, on a copy of Sekkilar's
Periyapuranam which relates the lives of the
Saiva saints. He read the book and was enthralled
by it. This was the first piece of religious
literature that he read. The example of the
saints fascinated him; and in the inner recesses
of his heart he found something responding favourably.
Without any apparent earlier preparation, a
longing arose in him to emulate the spirit of
renunciation and devotion that constituted the
essence of saintly life.
The spiritual experience that
Venkataraman was now wishing devoutly to have
came to him soon, and quite unexpectedly. It
was about the middle of the year 1896; Venkataraman
was seventeen then. One day he was sitting up
alone on the first floor of his uncle's house.
He was in his usual health. There was nothing
wrong with it. But a sudden and unmistakable
fear of death took hold of him. He felt he was
going to die. Why this feeling should have come
to him he did not know. The feeling of impending
death, however, did not unnerve him. He calmly
thought about what he should do. He said to
himself, "Now, death has come. What does
it mean? What is it that is dying? This body
dies." Immediately thereafter he lay down
stretching his limbs out and holding them stiff
as though rigor mortis had set in. He held his
breath and kept his lips tightly closed, so
that to all outward appearance his body resembled
a corpse. Now, what would happen? This was what
he thought : "Well, this body is now dead.
It will be carried to the burning ground and
there burnt and reduced to ashes. But with the
death, of this body am I dead? Is the body I?
This body is silent and inert. But I feel the
full force of my personality and even the voice
of the 'I' within me, apart from it. So I am
the Spirit transcending the body. The body dies
but the Spirit that transcends it cannot be
touched by death. That means I am the deathless
Spirit". As Bhagavan Sri Ramana narrated
this experience later on for the benefit of
his devotees it looked as though this was a
process of reasoning. But he took care to explain
that this was not so. The realization came to
him in a flash. He perceived the truth directly.
'I' was something very real, the only real thing.
Fear of death had vanished once and for all.
From then on, 'I' continued like the fundamental
sruti note that underlies and blends with all
the other notes. Thus young Venkataraman found
himself on the peak of spirituality without
any arduous or prolonged sadhana. The ego was
lost in the flood of Self-awareness. All on
a sudden the boy that used to be called Venkataraman
had flowered into a sage and saint.
There was noticed a complete change
in the young sage's life. The things that he
had valued earlier now lost their value. The
spiritual values which he had ignored till then
became the only objects of attention. School-studies,
friends, relations - none of these had now any
significance for him. He grew utterly indifferent
to his surroundings. Humility, meekness, non-resistance
and other virtues became his adornment. Avoiding
company he preferred to sit alone, all-absorbed
in concentration on the Self. He went to the
Minaksi temple every day and experienced an
exaltation every time he stood before the images
of the gods and the saints. Tears flowed from
his eyes profusely. The new vision was constantly
with him. His was the transfigured life.
Venkataraman's elder brother observed
the great change that had come upon him. On
several occasions he rebuked the boy for his
indifferent and yogi-like behaviour. About six
weeks after the great experience the crisis
came. It was the 29th of August, 1896. Venkataraman's
English teacher had asked him, as a punishment
for indifference in studies, to copy out a lesson
from Bain's Grammar three times. The boy copied
it out twice, but stopped there, realizing the
utter futility of that task. Throwing aside
the book and the papers, he sat up, closed his
eyes, and turned inward in meditation. The elder
brother who was watching Venkataraman's behaviour
all the while went up to him and said : "What
use is all this to one who is like this?"
This was obviously meant as a rebuke for Venkataraman's
unworldly ways including neglect of studies.
Venkataraman did not give any reply. He admitted
to himself that there was no use pretending
to study and be his old self. He decided to
leave his home; and he remembered that there
was a place to go to, viz. Tiruvannamalai. But
if he expressed his intention to his elders,
they would not let him go. So he had to use
guile. He told his brother that he was going
to school to attend a special class that noon.
The brother thereupon asked him to take five
rupees from the box below and pay it as his
fee at the college where he was studying. Venkataraman
went downstairs; his aunt served him a meal
and gave him the five rupees. He took out an
atlas which was in the house and noted that
the nearest railway station to Tiruvannamalai
mentioned there was Tindivanam. Actually, however,
a branch line had been laid to Tiruvannamalai
itself. The atlas was an old one, and so this
was not marked there. Calculating that three
rupees would be enough for the journey, Venkataraman
took that much and left the balance with a letter
at a place in the house where his brother could
easily find them, and made his departure for
Tiruvannamalai. This was what he wrote in that
letter : "I have set out in quest of my
Father in accordance with his command. This
(meaning his person) has only embarked on a
virtuous enterprise. Therefore, no one need
grieve over this act. And no money need be spent
in search of this. Your college fee has not
been paid. Herewith rupees two."
There was a curse on Venkataraman's
family - in truth, it was a blessing - that
one out of every generation should turn out
to be a mendicant. This curse was administered
by a wandering ascetic who, it is said, begged
alms at the house of one of Venkataraman's forbears,
and was refused. A paternal uncle of Sundaram
Aiyar's became a sannyasin; so did Sundaram
Aiyar's elder brother. Now, it was the turn
of Venkataraman, although no one could have
foreseen that the curse would work out in this
manner. Dispassion found lodgement in Venkataraman's
heart, and he became a parivrajaka.
It was an epic journey that Venkataraman
made from Madurai to Tiruvannamalai. About noon
he left his uncle's house. He walked to the
railway station which was half a mile way. The
train was running fortunately late that day;
otherwise he would have missed it. He looked
up the table of fares and came to know that
the third-class fare to Tindivanam was two rupees
and thirteen annas. He bought a ticket, and
kept with him the balance of three annas. Had
he known that there was a rail-track to Tiruvannamalai
itself, and had he consulted the table of fares,
he would have found that the fare was exactly
three rupees. When the train arrived, he boarded
it quietly and took his seat. A Maulvi who was
also travelling entered into conversation with
Venkataraman. From him Venkataraman learnt that
there was train-service to Tiruvannamalai and
that one need not go to Tindivanam but could
change trains at Viluppuram. This was a piece
of useful information. It was dusk when the
train reached Tiruccirappalli. Venkataraman
was hungry; he bought two country pears for
half an anna; and strangely enough even with
the first bite his hunger was appeased. About
three o'clock in the morning the train arrived
at Viluppuram. Venkataraman got off the train
there with the intention of completing the rest,
of the journey to Tiruvannamalai by walk.
At daybreak he went into the town,
and was looking out for the sign-post to Tiruvannamalai.
He saw a sign-board reading 'Mambalappattu'
but did not know then that Mambalappattu was
a place en route to Tiruvannamalai. Before making
further efforts to find out which road he was
to take, he wanted to refresh himself as he
was tired and hungry. He went up to a hotel
and asked for food. He had to wait till noon
for the food to be ready. After eating his meal,
he proffered two annas in payment. The hotel
proprietor asked him how much money he had.
When told by Venkataraman that he had only two
and a half annas, he declined to accept payment.
It was from him that Venkataraman came to know
that Mambalappattu was a place, on the way to
Tiruvannamalai. Venkataraman went back to Viluppuram
station and bought a ticket to Mambalappattu
for which the money he had was just enough.
It was sometime in the afternoon
when Venkataraman arrived at Mambalappattu by
train. From there he set out on foot for Tiruvannamalai.
About ten miles he walked, and it was late in
the evening. There was the temple of Arayaninallur
nearby, built on a large rock. He went there
waited for the doors to be opened, entered and
sat down in the pillared hall. He had a vision
there - a vision of brilliant light enveloping
the entire place. It was no physical light.
It shone for some time and then disappeared.
Venkataraman continued sitting in a mood of
deep meditation, till he was roused by the temple
priests who were wanting to lock the doors and
go to another temple three quarters of a mile
away at Kilur for service. Venkataraman followed
them, and while inside the temple he got lost
in samadhi again. After finishing their duties
the priests woke him up, but would not give
him any food. The temple drummer who had been
watching the rude behaviour of the priests implored
them to hand over his share of the temple food
to the strange youth. When Venkataraman asked
for some drinking water, he was directed to
a Sastri's house which was at some distance.
While in that house he fainted and fell down.
A few minutes later he rallied round and saw
a small crowd looking at him curiously. He drank
the water, ate some food, and lay down and slept.
Next morning he woke up. It was
the 31st of August, 1896, the Gokulastami day,
the day of Sri Krishna's birth. Venkataraman
resumed his journey and walked for quite a while.
He felt tired and hungry. So he wished for some
food first, and then he would go to Tiruvannamalai,
by train if that was possible. The thought occurred
to him that he could dispose of the pair of
gold ear-rings he was wearing and raise the
money that was required. But how was this to
be accomplished? He went and stood outside a
house which happened to belong to one Muthukrishna
Bhagavatar. He asked the Bhagavatar for food
and was directed to the housewife. The good
lady was pleased to receive the young sadhu
and feed him on the auspicious day of Sri Krisna's
birth. After the meal, Venkataraman went to
the Bhagavatar again and told him that he wanted
to pledge his ear-rings for four rupees in order
that he may complete his pilgrimage. The rings
were worth about twenty rupees, but Venkataraman
had no need for that much money. The Bhagavatar
examined the ear-rings, gave Venkataraman the
money he had asked for, took down the youth's
address, wrote out his own on a piece of paper
for him, and told him that he could redeem the
rings at any time. Venkataraman had his lunch
at the Bhagavatar's house. The pious lady gave
him a packet of sweets that she had prepared
for Gokulastami. Venkataraman took leave, of
the couple, tore up the address the Bhagavatar
had given him - for he had no intention of redeeming
the ear-rings - and went to the railway station.
As there was no train till the next morning,
he spent the night there. On the morning of
the 1st of September, 1896, he boarded the train
to Tiruvannamalai. The travel took, only a short
time. Alighting from the train, he hastened
to the great temple of Arunacalesvara. All the
gates stood open - even the doors of the inner
shrine. The temple was then empty of all people
- even the priests. Venkataraman entered the
sanctum sanctorum, and as he stood before his
Father Arunacalesvara he experienced great ecstasy
and unspeakable joy. The epic journey had ended.
The ship had come safely to port.
The rest of what we regard as
Ramana's life - this is how we shall call him
hereafter - was spent in Tiruvannamalai. Ramana
was not formally initiated into sannyasa. As
he came out of the temple and was walking along
the streets of the town, someone called out
and asked whether he wanted his tuft removed.
He consented readily, and was conducted to the
Ayyankulam tank where a barber shaved his head.
Then he stood on the steps of the tank and threw
away into the water his remaining money. He
also discarded the packet of sweets given by
the Bhagavatar's wife. The next to go was the
sacred thread he was wearing. As he was returning
to the temple he was just wondering why he should
give his body the luxury of a bath, when there
was a downpour which drenched him.
The first place of Ramana's residence
in Tiruvannamalai was the great temple. For
a few weeks he remained in the thousand-pillared
hall. But he was troubled by urchins who pelted
stones at him as he sat in meditation. He shifted
himself to obscure corners and even to an underground
vault known as Patala-lingam. Undisturbed he
used to spend several days in deep absorption.
Without moving he sat in samadhi, not being
aware of even the bites of vermin and pests.
But the mischievous boys soon discovered the
retreat and indulged in their pastime of throwing
potsherds at the young Svami. There was at the
time in Tiruvannamalai a senior Svami by name
Seshadri. Those who did not know him took him
for a madman. He sometimes stood guard over
the young Svami, and drove away the urchins.
At long last he was removed from the pit by
devotees without his being aware of it and deposited
in the vicinity of a shrine of Subrahmanya.
From then on there was some one or other to
take care of Ramana. The seat of residence had
to be changed frequently. Gardens, groves, shrines
- these were chosen to keep the Svami. The Svami
himself never spoke. Not that he took any vow
of silence; he had no inclination to talk. At
times the texts like Vasistham and Kaivalyanavanitam
used to be read out to him.
A little less than six months
after his arrival at Tiruvannamalai Ramana shifted
his residence to a shrine called Gurumurtam
at the earnest request of its keeper, a Tambiransvami.
As days passed and as Ramana's fame spread,
increasing numbers of pilgrims and sight-seers
came to visit him. After about a year's stay
at Gurumurtam, the Svami - locally he was known
as Brahmana-svami - moved to a neighbouring
mango orchard. It was here that one of his uncles,
Nelliyappa Aiyar traced him out. Nelliyappa
Aiyar was a second-grade pleader at Manamadurai.
Having learnt from a friend that Venkataraman
was then a revered Sadhu at Tiruvannamalai,
he went there to see him. He tried his best
to take Ramana along with him to Manamadurai.
But the young sage would not respond. He did
not show any sign of interest in the visitor.
So, Nelliyappa Aiyar went back disappointed
to Manamadurai. However, he conveyed the news
to Alagammal, Ramana's mother.
The mother went to Tiruvannamalai
accompanied by her eldest son. Ramana was then
living at Pavalakkunru, one of the eastern spurs
of Arunachala. With tears in her eyes Alagammal
entreated Ramana to go back with her. But, for
the sage there was no going back. Nothing moved
him -- not even the wailings and weepings of
his mother. He kept silent giving no reply.
A devotee who had been observing the struggle
of the mother for several days requested Ramana
to write out at least what he had to say. The
sage wrote on a piece of paper quite in an impersonal
way thus : "In accordance with the prarabdha
of each, the One whose function it is to ordain
makes each to act. What will not happen will
never happen, whatever effort one may put forth.
And what will happen will not fail to happen,
however much one may seek to prevent it. This
is certain. The part of wisdom therefore is
to stay quiet."
Disappointed and with a heavy
heart, the mother went back to Manamadurai.
Sometime after this event Ramana went up the
hill Arunachala, and started living in a cave
called Virupaksa after a saint who dwelt and
was buried there. Here also the crowds came,
and among them were a few earnest seekers. These
latter used to put him questions regarding spiritual
experience or bring sacred books for having
some points explained. Ramana sometimes wrote
out his answers and explanations. One of the
books that was brought to him during this period
was Sankara's Vivekacudamani which later on
he rendered into Tamil prose. There were also
some simple unlettered folk that came to him
for solace and spiritual guidance. One of them
was Echammal who having lost her husband, son,
and daughter, was disconsolate till the Fates
guided her to Ramana's presence. She made it
a point to visit the Svami every day and took
upon herself the task of bringing food for him
as well as for those who lived with him.
In 1903 there came to Tiruvannamalai
a great Samskrit scholar and savant, Ganapati
Sastri known also as Ganapati Muni because of
the austerities he had been observing. He had
the title Kavya-kantha (one who had poetry at
his throat), and his disciples addressed him
as nayana (father). He was a specialist in the
worship of the Divine Mother. He visited Ramana
in the Virupaksa cave quite a few times. Once
in 1907 he was assailed by doubts regarding
his own spiritual practices. He went up the
hill, saw Ramana sitting alone in the cave,
and expressed himself thus : "All that
has to be read I have read; even Vedanta sastra
I have fully understood; I have done japa to
my heart's content; yet I have not up to this
time understood what tapas is. Therefore I have
sought refuge at your feet. Pray enlighten me
as to the nature of tapas." Ramana replied,
now speaking, "If one watches whence the
notion 'I' arises, the mind gets absorbed there;
that is tapas. When a mantra is repeated, if
one watches whence that mantra sound arises,
the mind gets absorbed there; that is tapas."
To the scholar this came as a revelation; he
felt the grace of the sage enveloping him. He
it was that proclaimed Ramana to be Maharshi
and Bhagavan. He composed hymns in Samskrit
in praise of the sage, and also wrote the Ramana-Gita
explaining his teachings.
Ramana's mother, Alagammal, after
her return to Manamadurai, lost her eldest son.
Two years later, her youngest son, Nagasundaram
paid a brief visit to Tiruvannamalai. She herself
went there once on her return from a pilgrimage
to Varanasi, and again during a visit to Tirupati.
On this occasion she fell ill and suffered for
several weeks with symptoms of typhoid. Ramana
showed great solicitude in nursing her and restoring
her to health. He even composed a hymn in Tamil
beseeching Lord Arunachala to cure her of her
disease. The first verse of the hymn runs as
follows : 'Oh Medicine in the form of a Hill
that arose to cure the disease of all the births
that come in succession like waves! Oh Lord!
It is Thy duty to save my mother who regards
Thy feet alone as her refuge, by curing her
fever.' He also prayed that his mother should
be granted the vision divine and be weaned from
worldliness. It is needless to say that both
the prayers were answered. Alagammal recovered,
and went back to Manamadurai. But not long after
she returned to Tiruvannamalai; a little later
followed her youngest son, Nagasundaram who
had in the meanwhile lost his wife leaving a
son. It was in the beginning of 1916 that the
mother came, resolved to spend the rest of her
life with Ramana. Soon after his mother's arrival,
Ramana moved from Virupaksa to Skandasramam,
a little higher up the hill. The mother received
training in intense spiritual life. She donned
the ochre robe, and took charge of the Asrama
kitchen. Nagasundaram too became a sannyasin,
assuming the name Niranjanananda. Among Ramana's
devotees he came to be popularly known as Chinnaswami
(the Younger Swami). In 1920 the mother grew
weak in health and ailments incidental to old
age came to her. Ramana tended her with care
and affection, and spent even sleepless nights
sitting up with her. The end came on May 19,
1922, which was the Bahulanavami day, in the
month of Vaisakha. The mother's body was taken
down the hill to be interred. The spot chosen
was at the southernmost point, between Palitirtham
Tank and the Daksinamurti Mantapam. While the
ceremonies were being performed, Ramana himself
stood silently looking on. Niranjanananda Swami
took his residence near the tomb. Ramana who
continued to remain at Skandasramam visited
the tomb every day. After about six months he
came to stay there, as he said later on, not
out of his own volition but in obedience to
the Divine Will. Thus was founded the Ramanasramam.
A temple was raised over the tomb and was consecrated
in 1949. As the years rolled by the Asramam
grew steadily, and people not only from India
but from every continent of the world came to
see the sage and receive help from him in their
spiritual pursuits.
Ramana's first Western devotee
was F. H. Humphreys. He came to India in 1911
to take up a post in the Police service at Vellore.
Given to the practice of occultism, he was in
search of a Mahatma. He was introduced to Ganapati
Sastri by his Telugu tutor; and Sastri took
him to Ramana. The Englishman was greatly impressed.
Writing about his first visit to the sage in
the International Psychic Gazette, he said :
'On reaching the cave we sat before him, at
his feet, and said nothing. We sat thus for
a long time and I felt lifted out of myself.
For half an hour I looked into the Maharshi's
eyes, which never changed their expression of
deep contemplation.... The Maharshi is a man
beyond description in his expression of dignity,
gentleness, self-control and calm strength of
conviction.' Humphry's ideas of spirituality
changed for the better as a result of the contact
with Ramana. He repeated his visits to the sage.
He recorded his impressions in his letters to
a friend in England which were published in
the Gazette mentioned above. In one of them
he wrote, 'You can imagine nothing more beautiful
than his smile.' And again, 'It is strange what
a change it makes in one to have been in his
Presence!'
It was not all good people that
went to the Ashram. Sometimes bad ones turned
up also - even bad sadhus. Twice in the year
1924 thieves broke into the Asrama in quest
of loot. On the second of these occasions they
even beat the Maharshi, finding that there was
very little for them to take. When one of the
devotees sought the sage's permission to punish
the thieves, the sage forbade him, saying :
"They have their dharma, we have ours.
It is for us to bear and forbear. Let us not
interfere with them." When one of the thieves
gave him a blow on the left thigh, he told him
: "If you are not satisfied you can strike
the other leg also." After the thieves
had left, a devotee enquired about the beating.
The sage remarked, "I also have received
some puja," punning on the word which means
'worship' but is also used to mean 'blows'.
The spirit of harmlessness that
permeated the sage and his environs made even
animals and birds make friends with him. He
showed them the same consideration that he did
to the humans that went to him. When he referred
to any of them, he used the form 'he' or 'she'
and not 'it'. Birds and squirrels built their
nests around him. Cows, dogs and monkeys found
asylum in the Asrama. All of them behaved intelligently
- especially the cow Laksmi. He knew their ways
quite intimately. He would see to it that they
were fed properly and well. And, when any of
them died, the body would be buried with due
ceremony. The life in the Asrama flowed on smoothly.
With the passage of time more and more of visitors
came - some of them for a short stay and others
for longer periods. The dimensions of the Asrama
increased, and new features and departments
were added - a home for the cattle, a school
for the study of the Vedas, a department for
publication, and the Mother's temple with regular
worship, etc. Ramana sat most of the time in
the hall that had been constructed for the purpose
as the witness to all that happened around him.
It was not that he was not active. He used to
stitch leaf-plates, dress vegetables, read proofs
received from the press, look into newspapers
and books, suggest lines of reply to letters
received, etc. yet it was quite evident that
he was apart from everything. There were numerous
invitations for him to undertake tours. But
he never moved out of Tiruvannamalai, and in
the later years out of the Asrama. Most of the
time, every day, people sat before him. They
sat mostly in silence. Sometimes some of them
asked questions; and sometimes he answered them.
It was a great experience to sit before him
and to look at his beaming eyes. Many did experience
time coming to a stop and a stillness and peace
beyond description.
The golden jubilee of Ramana's
coming to stay at Tiruvannamalai was celebrated
in 1946. In 1947 his health began to fail. He
was not yet seventy, but looked much older.
Towards the end of 1948 a small nodule appeared
below the elbow of his left arm. As it grew
in size, the doctor in charge of the Asrama
dispensary cut it out. But in a month's time
it reappeared. Surgeons from Madras were called,
and they operated. The wound did not heal, and
the tumour came again. On further examination
it was diagnosed that the affection was a case
of sarcoma. The doctors suggested amputating
the arm above the affected part. Ramana replied
with a smile : "There is no need for alarm.
The body is itself a disease. Let it have its
natural end. Why mutilate it? Simple dressing
of the affected part will do." Two more
operations had to be performed, but the tumour
appeared again. Indigenous systems of medicine
were tried; and homeopathy too. The disease
did not yield itself to treatment. The sage
was quite unconcerned, and was supremely indifferent
to suffering. He sat as a spectator watching
the disease waste the body. But his eyes shone
as bright as ever; and his grace flowed towards
all beings. Crowds came in large numbers. Ramana
insisted that they should be allowed to have
his darsana. Devotees profoundly wished that
the sage should cure his body through an exercise
of supernormal powers. Some of them imagined
that they themselves had had the benefit of
these powers which they attributed to Ramana.
Ramana had compassion for those who grieved
over the suffering, and he sought to comfort
them by reminding them of the truth that Bhagavan
was not the body : "They take this body
for Bhagavan and attribute suffering to him.
What a pity! They are despondent the Bhagavan
is going to leave them and go away - where can
he go, and how?"
The end came on the 14th of April,
1950. That evening the sage gave darsana to
the devotees that came. All that were present
in the Asrama knew that the end was nearing.
They sat singing Ramana's hymn to Arunachala
with the refrain Arunachala-Siva. The sage asked
his attendants to make him sit up. He opened
his luminous and gracious eyes for a brief while;
there was a smile; a tear of bliss trickled
down from the outer corner of his eyes; and
at 8-47 the breathing stopped. There was no
struggle, no spasm, none of the signs of death.
At that very moment, a comet moved slowly across
the sky, reached the summit, of the holy hill,
Arunachala, and disappeared behind it.
Ramana Maharshi seldom wrote;
and what little he did write in prose or verse
was written to meet the specific demands of
his devotees. He himself declared once : "Somehow,
it never occurs to me to write a book or compose
poems. All the poems I have made were on the
request of someone or other in connection with
some particular event." The most important
of his works is The Forty Verses on Existence.
In the Upadesa Saram which is also a poem the
quintessence of Vedanta is set forth. The sage
composed five hymns to Arunachala. Some of the
works of Sankara like Vivekacudamani and Atma-bodha
were rendered into Tamil by him. Most of what
he wrote is in Tamil. But he wrote also in Sanskrit,
Telugu, and Malayalam.
The philosophy of Sri Ramana -
which is the same as that of Advaita-Vedanta
has for its aim Self-realization. The central
path taught in this philosophy is the inquiry
into the nature of Self, the content of the
notion 'I'. Ordinarily the sphere of the 'I'
varies and covers a multiplicity of factors.
But these factors are not really the 'I'. For
instance, we speak of the physical body as 'I';
we say, 'I am fat', 'I am lean' etc. It will
not take long to discover that this is a wrong
usage. The body itself cannot say, 'I' for it
is inert. Even the most ignorant man understands
the implication of the expression 'my body'.
It is not easy, however, to resolve the mistaken
identity of the 'I' with egoity (ahankara).
That is because the inquiring mind is the ego,
and in order to remove the wrong identification
it has to pass a sentence of death, as it were,
on itself. This is by no means a simple thing.
The offering of the ego in the fire of wisdom
is the greatest form of sacrifice.
The discrimination of the Self
from the ego, we said, is not easy. But it is
not impossible. All of us can have this discrimination
if we ponder over the implication of our sleep-experience.
In sleep 'we are', though the ego has made its
exit. The ego does not function there. Still
there is the 'I' that witnesses the absence
of the ego as well as of the objects. If the
'I' were not there, one would not recall on
waking from one's sleep-experience, and say;
"I slept happily. I did not know anything".
We have, then, two 'I's' - the 'pseudo-I' which
is the ego and the true 'I' which is the Self.
The identification of the 'I' with the ego is
so strong that we seldom see the ego without
its mask. Moreover, all our relative experience
turns on the pivot of the ego. With the rise
of the ego on waking from sleep, the entire
world rises with it. The ego, therefore, looks
so important and unassailable.
But this is really a fortress
made of cards. Once the process of inquiry starts,
it will be found to crumble and dissolve. For
undertaking this inquiry, one must possess a
sharp mind - much sharper than the one required
for unravelling the mysteries of matter. It
is with the one-pointed intellect that the truth
is to be seen (drsyate tu agraya buddhya). It
is true that even the intellect will have to
get resolved before the final wisdom dawns.
But up to that point it has to inquire - and
inquire relentlessly. Wisdom, surely, is not
for the indolent!
The inquiry 'Who am I?' is not
to be regarded as a mental effort to understand
the mind's nature. Its main purpose is 'to focus
the entire mind at its source'. The source of
the 'pseudo-I' is the Self. What one does in
Self-inquiry is to run against the mental current
instead of running along with it, and finally
transcend the sphere of mental modifications.
When the 'pseudo-I' is tracked down to its source,
it vanishes. Then the Self shines in all its
splendour - which shining is called realization
and release.
The cessation or non-cessation
of the body has nothing to do with release.
The body may continue to exist and the world
may continue to appear, as in the case of the
Maharshi. That makes no difference at all to
the Self that has been realized. In truth, there
is neither the body nor the world for him; there
is only the Self, the eternal Existence (sat),
the Intelligence (cit), the unsurpassable bliss
(ananda). Such an experience is not entirely
foreign to us. We have it in sleep, where we
are conscious neither of the external world
of things nor of the inner world of dreams.
But that experience lies under the cover of
ignorance. So it is that we come back to the
phantasies of dream and of the world of waking.
Non-return to duality is possible only when
nescience has been removed. To make this possible
is the aim of Vedanta. To inspire even the lowliest
of us with hope and help us out of the Slough
of Despond, is the supreme significance of such
illustrious exemplars as the Maharshi.
SRI RAMANARPANAM
ASTU