Part 1-A New Floods Chapter 18 Idumbankari || "Ponniyin Selvan" of Kalki Krishnamurthy Tamil Historic Novel about the Great King Raja Raja Cholan

 CHAPTER 18 Idumbankari 

Let us now turn our attention to Azhwarkadiyan Nambi, also known as Thirumalaiappar, whom we left near the wharf on the Kollidam. Gazing in the direction in which Vandiyathevan had set off on horseback to Thanjavur, he muttered to himself, “He’s a smart boy, he has a trick up his sleeve for every trick I have. I’ve not been able to find out whose man he is, or where he’s going. I’m not even sure he took part in the meeting the conspirators held at the Kadambur palace yesterday. Anyway, I’ve told him about the Kudandhai josier. Let's see if he's able to find out something.”

“What's this? Are you talking to yourself, sami, or to the pepal tree?” Azhwarkadiyan turned and saw the servant from Kadambur who had fetched a horse for Vandiyathevan.

“Appane! Did you ask me something? I was not talking either to myself, or to the tree. There’s a vedalam, a ghoul, who lives in the branches of the tree. I was having a chat with it.” said Thirumalai.

“Oho! Is that so? Is it a Saivite vedalam or a Vaishnavite One?”

“That’s what I was trying to find out when you interrupted. It's disappeared now. Doesn’t matter. What’s your name appane?”

“Why do you want to know, swami?”

“You prevented the boat from capsizing in the middle of the Kollidam and saved us! Don't you think I should remember the worthy soul who did that for me?”

Weighing his words, the man replied, “My name... my name....

is Idumbankari.”

“Oh! Idumbankari! I remember hearing that name.

 

Idumbankari then did something very strange. He spread his fingers, placed one palm on the back of the other hand and moved his thumbs, looking at Thirumalai all this while.

“Appane! What does this sign mean? I don’t understand,” said Thirumalaiappar. Idumbankari’s dark face grew even darker.

He knitted his eyebrows. “Me? I made no sign.”

“You did, you did. I saw it. There’s a hastham in Bharathanatyam indicating the first avataram of Vishnu. That’s what you showed me.”

“What do you mean by Vishnu's first avataram? I don’t know what it is, swami.”

“You don’t know Vishnu’s first avataram? The matsyavataram?”

“You mean, a fish?” “Yes appane, yes.”

“Well, well sami... your eyesight appears to be peculiar. You

See a ghoul on a tree and a fish in my empty hand. Maybe the sami has developed a taste for fish, is that it?”

“Che! Don’t say such things, appane. It doesn’t matter. There was a Veerasaivite with us in the boat, did you see which way he went?”

“Of course I did. Cursing you roundly he went in the same direction that I took when I went to buy the horse.”

“How did he curse me?”

“If he ever met you again, he said he would cut off your tuft and tonsure you...”

 

“Oho! So he's an expert at that as well!” “He’ll erase the namas on your body and smear vibhuthi all Over it.”

“Then I must definitely see him. Do you know where he's from?”

“He said himself that he was from Pullirukkum Velur.”

“I must see him then before I do anything else. Where are you going? Perhaps you’re travelling in the same direction.”

“No, no. Why should I? I must cross the Kollidam and go back to Kadambur or my master will have my eyes plucked out.”

“Then go back at once. The boat is about to leave.”

Idumbankari turned around. He realised that Azhwarkadiyan was right, the boat was about to depart.

He said, “Right, sami! I’m going,” and hurried to the wharf.

Halfway there, he turned back. But before he did so, Azhwarkadiyan did something strange. He quickly climbed the peepul tree and hid in its dense foliage. Idumbankari did not see him do this.

Idumbankari reached the wharf. One of the boatmen asked, “Are you coming?”

Idumbankari replied, “No, I’ll come on the next boat. You can go.”

“Ada, so that's it? You were rushing towards the boat, so I waited for you.” The boatman rowed away.

By this time Thirumalai, well-ensconced among the thick branches, began to talk to the vedalam. “It’s just as I thought. He didn’t go in the boat, so he's sure to return. When he comes back, I’ll have to find out which way he’s going. I distinctly saw his hand making the sign of the fish. Ah! Fish!

 

Fish! What does it signify? Isn’t it the emblem on the Pandyan flag? Perhaps! Aha! Could it be? Let's wait and see. The patient will rule the earth. The impatient can rule only the forest. Let’s be patient even though it seems better these days to rule a forest than to rule the earth. Anyway, let me wait patiently and watch.

Soon, what he had expected happened. The boat left. Idumbankari looked carefully at the peepul tree and then all around him. He made sure that Azhwarkadiyan was nowhere in sight, then went up to the peepul tree, looked cautiously around, and sat down beneath it. He continued to look all around him as if he was expecting someone. But he did not look upwards at all. Even if he did, he would not have spotted Thirumalai who had concealed himself very well.

About a nazhigai passed. Thirumalai's legs began to grow numb. He felt that he could not stay on the tree any longer. But there was no way he could make Idumbankari budge.

How could he escape? Even if he climbed down the tree on the other side, Idumbankari was sure to spot him. He had a sharp dagger tucked into his waist. How could he be sure Idumbankari would not stab him with it?

What else could he do? Could he jump down on him, howling like a ghost? Idumbankari might think he was the vedalam and faint with fear. Or he might run away — and then Thirumalai could escape...

As these thoughts passed through Thirumalai's mind, something happened that made it seem as though his trials would soon end. A man came along the Kudandhai road from the south-west. Thirumalai felt instinctively that he was the person Idumbankari was waiting for. It soon became evident that his instinct was not wrong. Idumbankari got up as soon as he saw the newcomer.

 The newcomer made the sign Idumbankari had made earlier: he spread his fingers, placed one palm on the back of the other hand and moved his thumbs in the matsya hastham.

Idumbankari showed the same mudra in answer. “What is your name?” asked the newcomer. “Idumbankari. And yours?”

“Soman Sambhavan.”

“You’re the person I’m expecting.” “I too have come looking for you.” “In which direction should we go?” “Westward.”

“Where?”

“To the pallipadai, the cenotaph of the enemy.” “Near Thirupurambayam.”

“Don’t talk so loudly! Someone may hear you.” Soman

Sambhavan looked around him.

“There’s no one here. I’ve already checked.” “Aren’t there any hiding places here?”

“No. None.”

“Let’s set off then. I don’t know the way, so go ahead. I’ll follow. From time to time stop to make sure I’m behind you.”

“It’s an uneven path. It goes through a jungle and is stony, thorny and rough. You’ll have to walk carefully.”

“All right. You lead. Even though it’s the forest we’re going through, if we catch sight of someone, we’ll have to hide.”

 “I understand.”

Idumbankari went westwards along the bank of the Kollidam. Soman Sambhavan followed at a distance. Azhwarkadiyan stayed on top of the tree until they disappeared from sight.

He had seen and heard everything.

“Aha! These are evil times! All kinds of unexpected events take place. By the grace of God, I’ve been given an opportunity to unveil a great mystery. Everything depends now on how capable I am. I found out only bits and pieces of the mystery at the Kadambur palace. I mustn't be caught out like that again. The pallipadai at Thirupurambayam – that must be the Ganga King Prithvipathi’s. But it’s a hundred years since it was built, it's in ruins. The jungle has overrun it completely. The village is some distance away. Why are they going there? If it’s a matter that concerns only these two, they don’t need to go so far. They could have had their discussion here. So it’s certain that they expect some other people. Why did one of them call Prithvipathi's pallipadai the enemy’s? Whose enemy is Prithvipathi? Aha! I think I guessed right. Let's make sure, anyway. They’re going along the Kollidam. Let me go along the banks of the Manni. The route is worse, but it doesn’t matter. Ups and downs, thorns and stones, why should they bother me? It’s the jungle that should be afraid of me.”

Grappling with these thoughts and muttering to himself, Thirumalai climbed down from the tree and walked a little way south till he reached the River Manni. Then he turned westward along the bank.

He walked through dense forests that no one usually ventured into and reached the temple at the Thirupurambayam cenotaph as the sun was setting.


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Part 1-A New Floods Chapter 17 The Horse Bolts || "Ponniyin Selvan" of Kalki Krishnamurthy Tamil Historic Novel about the Great King Raja Raja Cholan

 CHAPTER 17 The Horse Bolts

Kundavai had decided that the bride most suited to her peerless brother, Arulmozhivarman, was Vanathi. But Vanathi had one defect — her timidity. Could a girl who was to marry a warrior and become the mother of a monarch who would rule the whole world under one umbrella afford to be so timid? Kundavai wanted to transform her, make her a courageous and spirited girl. That was why she organised the prank with the stuffed crocodile. But Vanathi stood this test well.

When they came back from the Kudandhai josier’s, Kundavai and Vanathi got into the swan boat with the others. The boat went a short distance down the river and anchored at a spot where there was dense foliage. Kundavai and her companions often used to play in the water here. As soon as everybody got out, one of the girls shouted, “Aiyo, a crocodile!” pointing to the opposite side. The others joined and chorused, “Aiyo! A crocodile! We’re scared,” and ran away.

However, Vanathi, who was generally very timid, showed no fear. She remained calm even when she saw the crocodile with its gaping mouth. The other girls pretended to be scared as Kundavai had instructed them. But Vanathi was not afraid. “Akka! It’s only when it’s in the water that the crocodile is dangerous. On the banks it can do nothing. Ask these people not to be afraid.”

“You wicked girl! You must have known this is a dummy, someone must have warned you,” said the others.

 

“Even if it’s real, I’m not frightened. I’m only afraid of a lizard,” said Vanathi.

It was at that moment that Vandiyathevan arrived to save the girls from the jaws of the crocodile. He took a great leap, jumped down and threw his spear on it. The imperious voice of a woman who stood before the crocodile sent a thrill through him. The disappointment he had felt when she had not talked to him at the josier's house vanished. But the crocodile! It was behind him, its jaws open, and she was standing right in front of it, asking him not to worry! Why had the crocodile not moved at all?

The woman added, “Ayya, you apologised for having rushed into the josier's house at Kudandhai and we came away without answering. You must have thought all the women of the Chozha country are discourteous. Please don’t think so. I was disturbed because the girl who had come with us fainted suddenly. That's why I didn’t say anything to you.”

What a sweet voice, he thought. Why is my heart beating so fast? Why do I feel as if I am choking? The flute, the veena, the maddalam, even the war drums did not stir me to such ecstasy! Nor did they cause such an upheaval in me. I want to interrupt her and say something. Why have I become tongue tied? Why has the breeze dropped? Why has the Arisilar stopped flowing? And the crocodile — why was it lying so still?

Vandiyathevan’s mind seethed. He heard the girl’s voice again as if in a dream, “You thought we were helpless and wanted to save us. So you threw the spear at the crocodile. You exhibited a rare marksmanship!”

Her companions burst into laughter again. Their laughter shattered Vandiyathevan's romantic daydream, breaking the spell the girl’s words had woven around him. He fixed his eyes on the crocodile. Ignoring the women, he went up to it and drew out the spear embedded in its back. Cotton and banana fibre came Out of the gaping hole instead of blood!

The wicked girls clapped and rocked with laughter.

Vandiyathevan shrank into himself. Never had he felt so humiliated. To be so disgraced before so many women! Were these really women? No! No! They were rakshasis! He must not stand next to them or look at their faces. Chi, chi, chi! My beloved spear! What shame I’ve brought upon you!

How will I wipe out this slur?

All these thoughts shot through his mind. If only they had been men! Then he would have turned this place into a battlefield! Anyone who dared to laugh would have been dead! Their blood would have reddened the muddy water of the river. But these were women. What could he do? The only way out was to flee.

He climbed the bank, not even turning to look at the woman who had disturbed him so much. His horse neighed. It seemed to him that even the horse was ridiculing him as the women had. Annoyed, he slapped it angrily, then leapt on its back. The touchy horse bolted along the bank of the river.

Kundavai watched till the dust the horse had raised settled. She turned to her companions and said, “Girls, you have no manners. You shouldn’t have laughed like that. When we're by Ourselves, you can laugh and have all the fun you want. But you should be modest and restrained in front of a stranger.

What will that young man think now about the women of the Chozha country?”


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Part 1-A New Floods Chapter 16 Arulmozhi varmar || "Ponniyin Selvan" of Kalki Krishnamurthy Tamil Historic Novel about the Great King Raja Raja Cholan

 CHAPTER 16 Arulmozhi varmar

The peerless Ko Raja Kesari Varmar Paranthaka Sundara Chozhar was Emperor of South India about nine hundred and eighty years ago. He had ascended the throne twelve years before this story began. The empire had been growing in might over a hundred years and had expanded in all four directions. In spite of this, at the time Sundara Chozhar ascended the throne, the enemies on the southern and northern borders of the empire were still strong.

Kandaradithar, who had ruled before Sundara Chozhar, had been a devotee of Siva and had been known as “Sivagnana Kandaradithar.” He had not shown much interest in expanding the empire. His brother Arinjayar, who had succeeded him, ruled only for a year before he died in battle at Athur.

Arinjayar's son, Sundara Chozhar, then ascended the throne.

Sundara Chozhar had all the makings of a great Emperor. Skilled in warfare, he led his forces southward at the very beginning of his reign. A clash took place between the Chozha and Pandya forces at Sevur. The Sinhala king, Mahindan, despatched a large force to assist Veerapandyan, the Pandyan king of Madurai. The brave Chozha army defeated the combined forces of the Pandyas and the Sinhalas at Sevur. Veerapandyan forsook his army and escaped to the wilderness where he took refuge in a mountain cave.

The Sinhala forces were almost completely annihilated. The few that survived lost their honour and valour, but escaped with their lives to Eezham.

For some time it had been the practice for the Sinhalas to help the Pandyas in battle. Sundara Chozhar wanted to put a stop to this. He therefore decided to teach the Sinhalas a lesson by despatching a huge army to Eezham under the command of Paranthaka Siriya Velan, the younger chieftain of Kodumbalur. Unfortunately, the entire army could not reach its destination, since ships were not available. The advance guard went ahead recklessly. Sena, Mahindra Raja's Sinhala general, surrounded them unexpectedly. A fierce battle took place. The Chozha general, Siriya Velan, fought valiantly and ensured his fame as a warrior before he was killed. His name was inscribed on tablets as “The Paranthaka Siriya Velan, who fell at Eezham.”

When he heard this news, Veerapandyan emerged from the cave in which he had been hiding, recruited a huge army and went to war. This time not only were the Pandya forces completely annihilated, but the king lost his life as well. The eldest son of Sundara Chozhar, Aditha Karikalan, led the Chozha forces and distinguished himself by performing many acts of valour. He was honoured with the title, “The Lion Who Captured Veerapandyan's Head.”

Sundara Chozhar wanted to teach Mahindan, the king of Lanka, a lesson. So did the army commanders, the courtiers and the soldiers for which a huge army was readied. When the time came to decide who should command it, the older son, Aditha Karikalan, had gone north. Having defeated the forces of the Rashtrakutas who had been dominating Thirumunaipadi and Thondai Mandalam, he had made Kanchi his headquarters and was getting ready to invade the north again.

The competition amongst the Chozha chieftains about who was to lead the forces to Lanka led to jealousy and bickering. In those times, it was rare to find a person in Tamilnadu who did not want to go to war. To end the conflict among the competing chieftains, the younger son Arulmozhivarmar volunteered, “Appa! I have had enough of being spoilt by my mothers and aunts in the Pazhayarai palace. Make me the commander of the southern army. I will lead the troops to Eezham,” he said. The youngest of Sundara Chozhar’s children and a great favourite with his father, he was then only nineteen years old. All the queens in the Pazhayarai palace and the entire Chozha country loved him greatly.

Sundara Chozhar was very handsome. His father Arinjayar had married Kalyani of the Vaidumbaraya dynasty, his one- time enemy. He had fallen in love with her beauty and the radiance of her skin. Sundara Chozhar had originally been named Paranthakar by his parents. The people began to call him Sundara Chozhar because of his good looks and the name stuck. Sundara Chozhar’s children were all very handsome. The youngest, Arulmozhivarman surpassed the others. The beauty of his face seemed not just human, but divine. The women of the household used to kiss him so often that his cheeks grew red. But the one who loved him most was his older sister, Kundavai, who, though she was only two years older felt wholly responsible for him. Arulmozhivarman was equally fond of her. He would do nothing against his sister’s wishes, not even if it was a joint request from Brahma, Vishnu and Siva.

The sister used to gaze at his face not only when he was awake, but also when he was asleep. “This boy has some divine power in him. It is my responsibility to draw it out, to make it shine,” she would think. She often examined his palms while he slept. It seemed to her that the lines on it were shaped like a conch and a disc. “Aha!” she used to think, “This boy is destined to rule the world, he will bring the whole world under one umbrella.” But there was no way he could ascend the throne. There were two others before him in the line of succession. Where would he find a kingdom to rule?

What did the gods have in mind for him? Who knew? The world was vast. There were so many countries, so many kingdoms. Had there not been men who crossed the seas to conquer kingdoms by the strength of their arms? Didn't the Bengal prince who was driven away from his homeland, escape to Lanka by boat and establish a dynasty there? And hadn’t that kingdom been stable for the last thousand years?

Kundavai Devi thought of all this ceaselessly. Eventually, when a discussion was held about who should lead the Chozha forces to Lanka, she decided that it should be Arulmozhi.

“Thambi! Arulmozhi It hurts me to be separated from you even for a second. But the time has come when I must ask you to leave. You must go to Lanka as the commander of the army.” she said.

The Prince accepted enthusiastically. He had been longing to break free from life in the palace, from the protection of the women of the anthappuram. Now, his beloved sister had herself asked him to leave. What was there to stop him? Once Kundavai made up her mind, there was nothing she could not achieve, since Sundara Chozhar had great affection for his daughter and deep faith in her. Prince Arulmozhivarman became the commander of the southern forces. He led his army to Lanka and waged war there for a while. The war did not end that quickly, however. The methods that he adopted were different and he did not receive the weapons and material he needed from home. He therefore went back on a visit, talked to his father, arranged matters to his satisfaction and prepared to return.

Kundavai had made plans for auspicious ceremonies to be conducted in the palace at Pazhayarai before sending her beloved brother back to the battlefield. As Arulmozhi stepped into the courtyard, the war drums thundered. Conches sounded. Small drums thudded. Cries of victory rose to the sky.

All the mothers of the Chozha clan blessed their beloved child, marked his forehead with vibhuthi and made signs to ward off evil spirits. Kundavai’s companions stood at the palace doors bearing golden plates with lighted lamps in them. These companions were not ordinary girls. They were all high-born, the daughters of princes, who considered it their good fortune to serve Sembiyanmadevi and be Kundavai’s companions. Vanathi, Kodumbalur Velan's daughter, was one of them.

Even when they saw him at a distance, the girls’ hearts fluttered with excitement. When he came nearer, they raised their plates and waved them, performing arathi to him.

Vanathi suddenly trembled all over and the plate fell from her hands with a clang. “Adada! What an ill omen!” everybody thought. But they consoled themselves that the lamp had not gone out even when the plate fell. The elders assured them that it was actually a good sign. Arulmozhivarman smiled at the girl who had grown so agitated for some inexplicable reason and dropped her plate. As he went past her, Vanathi fell in a faint, aghast at the grievous mistake she had made.

Kundavai ordered that Vanathi be taken to an adjoining room and herself rushed to help revive her, not even waiting for the Prince to leave.

From the gates, Arulmozhi had seen Vanathi falling in a faint. Before mounting his horse, he said to a servant, “Find out how she is, that girl who fell down. Is she conscious now?”

Kundavai asked the servant to fetch his master. “Tell the Prince to come in before he leaves.” Being a dutiful brother, Arulmozhi went back to the palace and found his sister holding Vanathi close to her, trying to revive her. He was deeply moved.

“Akka! Who is this girl? What is her name?” he asked.

“She’s the daughter of the Kodumbalur Siriya Velan. Her name is Vanathi. She's very timid by nature,” answered Kundavai.

“Aha! Didn’t her father die on the battlefield in Lanka?. She must have thought of him and fainted.” said Arulmozhi.

“Perhaps. Don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of her. Go to Lanka, and return quickly, victorious. Send me messages of ten,” said Kundavai.

“Yes, Let me know if anything special happens here,” said the Prince.

Vanathi began to regain consciousness at that moment, probably because of the charm of the prince's sympathetic voice. At first she opened her eyes slightly. When she saw the Prince, they opened wide. Then her face brightened, her coral lips smiled and dimples showed on her cheeks.

When she recovered consciousness fully, Vanathi began to feel shy. She turned, saw that the Ilaya Piratti was supporting her and felt very embarrassed. In a second, she recalled everything.

Tears filled her eyes and she reproached herself. “Akka, what have I done?”

 

Before Kundavai could reply, the Prince intervened: “Don’t worry Vanathi. Anyone can make mistakes. And you really have a good reason. That’s what I was explaining to the Ilaya Piratti.”

Vanathi could not believe that what she saw was real, that what she heard was not false. The Prince, who normally ignored women, was actually talking to her! Is he consoling me, she wondered. How can I describe my good fortune? My being is in raptures. I’m afraid I’ll faint again.

The Prince said to his sister as he left, “Akka! The armies are waiting. Let me take leave. When you send me news, tell me how this girl is. She has no father or mother, look after her well.”

Kundavai Devi's other companions were watching and listening from the balconies and balustrades. The fire of jealousy burnt fiercely in them. From that day, Kundavai was particularly kind to Vanathi. She never let her out of her sight and took her wherever she went. She taught her every skill she knew. Seated in the palace gardens, she often confided in Vanathi. She described her dreams for the younger brother’s glorious future to her. Vanathi listened to her avidly.

Vanathi fainted a few more times. Kundavai nursed her on these occasions and revived her.

When she recovered consciousness, Vanathi would sob her heart out.

Kundavai would ask, “What’s the matter?”

Vanathi would always answer, “I don’t know. Forgive me.”

Kundavai would hug her and kiss the top of her head, to the chagrin and jealousy of the others.

 

Was it therefore not natural for the girls to talk as they did when Kundavai and Vanathi left in the chariot to visit the Kudandhai josier?

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