With the sound of the chord in his bow tremouring the animals in all the directions they penetrated into the deep forest with different dreadful arms. He started with the fellow hunters in the morning when even Sun hadn't come up to see the day, with the bow and arrows and valour like that of arjuna. Then he went to thiNNanAr to tell him that as he became too old to go for hunting he should take over that position to lead the hunters providing them with prosperity. nAgan called the lady who tells the astrolgical important information (called dhEvarAtti ) to propitiate the forest deities as thiNNanAr was to go for his first hunt. They had the feeling of happiness mixed with sorrow and told him that they were missing a nice leader like him but were happy to be working under a mighty young man - his son. He told them that as he has become old he will send his son with them. With the herds of elephants, deers and tigers increasing the hunters came to their king and told him that they were delaying the hunting that was due for the month. Like the cresent that grows he reached his sixteenth age.īy then nAgan grew old and found it difficult to take up the tremendous task of leading the hunting. He learnt that art, which was his profession too, beyond doubts and inefficiency.
On the seventh day of the festival when the Sun was shining in the middle of the sky, the lion of that forest was given the bow and arrow. nAgan arranged for a heavy feast of, of course, meat. With the festivities and sacrifices going on thiNNanAr took the bow that brought the meat food for the Almighty who feeds this entire universe. The hunters from many areas came along with the gems, leather, ivory, honey, favorite flesh varities, fruits and roots to offer to their young boss. When he grew up to the age of learning archery, his father found an auspicious day for his first course in archery and made a big announcement through his hunters in all the directions. He grew with the array of ornaments made out of animal bodies decorating his young and strong chest and waist, playing by catching the wildpigs, snakes and wilddogs, with the parents immersed in the sweet of his evolving speech. So he named the kid thiNNan ( meaning "strong"), amid the roar of the hunting folks. That marvelous kid was so powerful that even his father felt him heavy to hold up.
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He celebrated the occasion with thanks giving sacrifices of animals to Lord muruga, and the entire town was full of joy. When the child was born, with the tears of joy flooding away the rain that poured, nAgan took his son like a huge mountain holding up a dark cloud. Out of the grace of that six faced Lord muruga, thaththai conceived the kid who is always referred with great respect by the devotees. Out of the desire for a kid nAgan prayed the son of the God who dances in the cemetries - Lord muruga, the form of His grace. Even an athist may believe in God when there is no other go. His existance is reminded to him then only. When everything else fails man thinks of God. Everybody else washed off their hands saying there is no chance of getting an offspring for them. They didn't have a child for a long time.
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His wife, who too came in the family of powerful archers, always seen with the nails of tigers and skin of snakes as ornaments, was called thaththai. His discipline was crime hobby was to kill profession to hunt valorous in the archery well suited for the job he got from his ancestors, but should have done some excellant penance in his previous births for getting assocoiated with a man of marvellous love. For those hunters who never gave place for fear or mercy in their hearts, a courageous supremo by name nAgan was there. Along with the cow-herds that those hunters robbed from others one can see the herds of elephant that challange the roaring of the thunder.
Along with the noise of "Kill it ! stone it! stab them !" that the hunting folks generate, one can hear the pleasant sound of dancing deers and jumping waterfalls. The rocks of that hilltown were smelling with the rotton smell from the bodies of the dead animals put for drying along with the anchored nets used for hunting. In that kingdom was the village called uduppUr, surrounded by beautiful rainfalls. The land green with the forests and hills having the best that mother nature offers was the kingdom called pothappi nAdu. But still one loves to tell his story, hence is this effort. It may be difficult even for great scholars to put in words that love which even when one tries to visualise takes them to the peaks of the mountains of devotion. The great scholars including thirunyAna champandhar, thirunAvukkarachar, sundharar, mANikka vAchakar, Adi shankarar, nakkIrar and a list which is too long to put, praise one hunter who never learnt any holy scriptures and whose discipline was just to kill - hunt, who became an excellent example of devotion.
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