Spirituality Information Journey In The Fields Of Forever Part 90

Spirituality Information Journey In The Fields Of Forever Part 90

Trivandrum is​ a​ little city in​ the south of​ India. it​ faces the sea and, though sweltering during the day, is​ cooled in​ the evening by the gentle on-shore breezes that circle the tip of​ the sub-continent. it​ was years since I had visited that small city with Pandayji, but I vividly recall the spontaneous, gregarious nature of​ its population. There were fishermen and farmers, soldiers and sailors; merchants hawking their wares, strangely dressed figures riding horses, shouting at​ the top of​ their voices. Yes, Trivandrum was a​ time warp from another place and time. Effortlessly with adaptability and grace, it​ spanned the centuries from long before the British Raj to​ this very day.

Walk down any street in​ Trivandrum and you’ll quickly find that you’re in​ a​ time machine, jockeying among many eons. Lovely little restaurants and shops are haphazardly quilted along narrow alleys. While nearby in​ a​ tavern, rowdy rebels direct from the journals of​ Kipling or​ Clive sit quaffing the king’s grog. Listen carefully and you may hear them whisper the name that strikes fear in​ the hearts of​ those who delight in​ injustice, those who prey on the less fortunate. I remember Pandayji in​ a​ hushed voice mentioning the legend of​ the Terror of​ Trivandrum.

Centuries ago the story goes, he was born a​ prince and was raised in​ the luxury of​ the ruling classes. a​ philosopher as​ well as​ a​ warrior, he grew into a​ wonderful young man who spent much of​ his time helping the poor people of​ his land. Then one day, an​ evil half-brother who coveted the throne assassinated his father. The young prince was captured and held prisoner in​ the dungeon by the new king. He subsequently escaped with the help of​ some loyal warriors,crossing the Vindya hills to​ set up camp in​ a​ remote refuge.

As time went by, he began helping others who had been wronged by those wielding power. He took from the rich and gave to​ the poor. He and his band of​ rebels championed the cause of​ the underdog. in​ many ways, he was the RobinHood of​ the territory. Many years passed, but he never returned as​ a​ prince to​ the kingdom of​ his father, preferring to​ spend the rest of​ his life fighting evil and injustice. No one seemed to​ remember his real name and, in​ time, he came to​ be known as​ the Terror of​ Trivandrum. Some say that he never died and is​ hundreds of​ years old. Others say the gods rewarded him with immortality because of​ his good deeds. Still others claim it​ is​ his great grandson who has continued the tradition of​ a​ modern day Zorro. Whatever the case may be, the legend of​ the Terror of​ Trivandrum continues in​ that ancient city and has traveled far beyond its borders.

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