Even the priests don't change out the small wicks each time.Good point. I keep the same (single) wick in the regular diyas and relight, but I did read once that they should be new each time the diya is lit.
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Even the priests don't change out the small wicks each time.Good point. I keep the same (single) wick in the regular diyas and relight, but I did read once that they should be new each time the diya is lit.
Jai, that's what I use daily for final aarti.
They should, Vinayaka. My wife washes all implements before re-use, just as we clean the idols and picture frames. Is that some Sri Lanka / Tamil / North India difference?Even the priests don't change out the small wicks each time.
Some of these lamps are used 5 or more times a day, and the priests are busy busy busy ... so perhaps it is just a matter of time, and they have to prioritize their time.They should, Vinayaka. My wife washes all implements before re-use, just as we clean the idols and picture frames. Is that some Sri Lanka / Tamil / North India difference?
Ha ha, "First Martian"... it was almost like he met his first Martian.
Interesting evening. I was iffy about going to temple tonight, being rather tired but I went. I wasn’t sure I’d get there alive, what with people running red lights and stop signs in front of me, making me slam on my brakes.
It turns out tonight was a Sri Subramanya vahana seva. Thursday is also Satyanarayana Swami abhishekam. I was glad I went. I was one of just two or three people at the abhishekam. The priest sprinkled us with a flower dipped in water then walked towards the sanctum. He turned around with an “oh what the heck” look and sprinkled me again... twice. Maybe he thought I needed all the blessings I could get.
Anyway, I was standing by “my” pillar when an elderly man comes up to me and says “can I ask you a question?” I said of course. He asks me “are you from Madras?” Kind of took me by surprise. I have no idea why he thought I’m even Indian, given how white I am. I said no, I was born in the US, I’m not Indian, I’m Italian-American.
His eyes opened like a little kid on Christmas morning and said “you come here to worship?” I said yes, pretty often. He said “how do Italians know about this!?” as he kind of swept his arms around, and asked how I came to be Hindu. I told him I was interested in Hinduism since I was a kid and always believed in God this way (my turn to sweep my arms around). He was so genuinely amazed and sincere. I told him there are a lot of us.
It gets even cuter when he motions to another man to come closer. He said he wanted his son-in-law to meet me. He said to his son-in-law “this man is Italian!” He was so blown away at the idea of an Italian-American Hindu it was almost like he met his first Martian.
Ha ha, "First Martian".
Yes, I think there are more fatty people in Chennai than in North India, or perhaps it is my regional prejudice.
That is sad, Jai. But accept what comes your way. Don't let that interfere in your New Year festivities. Cheer up.
Have a great trip, Aup.We will be going south for a week, Kerala (Cochin) and Bangaluru (Mysuru) - program by my son-in-law to attend the graduation of my granddaughter in Mangalore. Will try to visit as many temples as possible.