The Saga of Thulukka Naachiyaar, Melkote Version

For those of you who enjoyed reading my previous post ( Read @ Thulukka Naachiyaar, Sri Rangam ) on the gripping romance of Sri Ranganathar with the darling princess of Alauddin Khilji, well, here is some additional fuel for your fire - the legend of Thulukka Naachiyaar is not restricted to Sri Rangam alone. It is also celebrated at two other places, to mention the very least. Of the two other temples where Thulukka Naachiyaar is held in high esteem, the Abhimaana Stalam of Melkote (also referred to as Thirunarayanapuram) celebrates the legend as an integral part of its sthala purana. Surprisingly, at Melkote, the legend dates from even before the Muslim invasion of Sri Rangam (Circa 1311), way back to the times of the greatest proponent of Visishtadvaitha – Sri Ramanuja.

It was sometime in the early 12^th century (historical records are very hazy about the exact date), and Shaivam flourished in the present day region of Tamil Nadu. Kulottunga Chozhan, the first, was a great Shiva bhaktha - a fanatic even. He scorned at the ‘Ashtaakshara mantra’, disrespected the sacred Basil and even went to the extent of locking down the Govindaraja Perumal shrine at the Shaivite pilgrimage center of Chidambaram. His fanatic devotion blinded his senses and he ended up persecuting many leaders of other religious beliefs, commanding each of them to personally sign a manuscript accepting Shiva as the one true supreme God. Frightened by the nightmares of banishment from the kingdom, excruciating torture, and possible execution, many of them obliged, but not our hero. At the behest of some elders, Sri Ramanuja was promptly scouted out of the kingdom by his dutiful disciples, who then persuaded him to go on a pilgrimage to the shrines of Vishnu outside the Chozha Desa. Ramanuja consented to the wishes of his pupils, and after a few stops, he eventually arrived at Thondanoor (present day Thonnoor/Thondoor). It was here that the Hoysala king, Vittala Deva Raya embraced Sri Vaishnavism and became a disciple of Sri Ramanujar. He was rechristened as Vishnuvardhanan by Ramanujar upon his acceptance in the Shri Vaishnava fold. Later in history, Vishnuvardhanan played a key role in the establishment and the spread of Sri Vaishnava Sampradaya in Southern India. As his greatest contribution to the sect, he built the famous Pancha Narayana temples at Belur, Thondanoor, Talakkadu, Gadag and Melkote respectively. To this day, these shrines play an important role in keeping alive the spirit of Vaishnava Sampradaya in the southern Kannada region.

We will now fast-forward several months to the time when Sri Ramanuja had completed the clearing and re-construction of the ruins of the Cheluva Narayanan temple at Melkote with the help of Vishnuvardhanan (The other legends associated with Melkote deserve a separate post, and will be posted sometime in the near future). The temple was simply breathtaking in its beauty - replete with exquisitely carved sculptures and pleasant architectural surprises - but Sri Ramanujar remained unhappy. He was greatly saddened by the fact that so prominent a temple had no processional deity to be claimed as its own. Every single day he pleaded with Cheluva Narayanan to throw some light on the whereabouts of the long-last Moorthi - and soon enough, the lord obliged.

One night, as Udayavar slept, ThiruNarayanan appeared in his dream as a blinding flash of light and revealed the location of the Utsavar. “Yatiraja, listen closely. The Utsavar of Melkote is no ordinary idol. It was given by Brahmadeva to Sri Rama, who later passed it on to his son Kusha. It eventually came into the ownership of the Chandra Vamsa kings along with the bridal dowry of Kusha’s daughter. Over the eons it was worshipped by Yadushekara Maharaja of the Yadu dynasty, Vasudeva of Mathura and finally by Balarama and Krishna. It was installed at Melkote by Sri Krishna himself. This Ramapriya (the Dear One of Rama) Moorthi of such eminence now lies within the precincts of the Badshahi Palace at Delhi. Bring me back home Ramanuja”, the lord ordered. And then he was gone, as suddenly as he had appeared.

Ramanuja woke up in a sweat, his heart pounding against his rib cage. Slowly, as the gravity of the dream dawned upon him, his shaking palms automatically joined in prayer. Tears streamed freely from his eyes as he recalled the words of Narayana. With his emotions running high, he bowed low to the supreme omnipotent lord and surrendered his acceptance to the lord’s request. “Your every wish is my command, Oh Narayana!”

After making some discreet enquiries, Ramanuja learnt that the idol was taken by the Badshah during his raid of the Melkote temple. Upon hearing this news, he immediately set out for Delhi, on a quest for the idol. Literary works claim that Ramanuja was at least eighty years old at the time he undertook this journey to Delhi. Nothing, but his faith and his deep love for Vaishnava Sampradaya would have given him the mental and physical strength to accomplish this mountainous task. 

At his palace in Delhi, the Sultan extended a warm welcome to Ramanuja in the presence of his assembled court. “Oh elderly person, what may be the purpose of your visit? What do you expect from the Badshah of Hindustan? Ask and it shall be given.”

Ramanuja did not have any desire to beat about the bush. With a few words of pleasantries he came straight to the point of his visit. “Badshah, it is of my understanding that you have the processional idol of Ramapriya from Melkote in your possession. We have now re-consecrated the temple and would like to install the lord in his rightful place. Pray, do return the moorthi to me”, Ramanuja pleaded.

The Badshah looked at this man standing in front of him, withered with age, but shining with a divine splendour that he could not place. He decided not to play his usual games with Ramanuja, and immediately called upon some attendants to take Ramanujar to the gallery, where all the plundered wealth was stored. Highly elated at this immediate response, Ramanuja thanked the Sultan for his prompt action and followed the guards. The attendants led Udayavar to the gallery, where rows upon rows of different idols, jewels and other precious stuff lay scattered. But alas, Ramapriyan was not to be seen anywhere. The blow was just too much to take. Ramanuja was nearly reduced to tears, when suddenly, by divine ordinance, he overheard the guards talking amongst themselves. “Aaah…” “…yes the princess…….” “…An idol…. Four handed, I know…” The banter continued, but Ramanuja stopped midstride.

In the blink of an eye, Ramanuja turned around briskly and started running towards the Anthapuram (Harem). The guards followed, surprise written all over their faces, and they were soon joined in by the astonished Sultan. “Oh no! You think your idol is here, of all the places?” he muttered. But Ramanuja walked on, straight into the princess’ room - and there on the silken bed, covered in gold and silver, sat the pretty princess.

A sigh of relief escaped from Ramanujar’s mouth - spread across the lap of the princess, was the gleaming idol of Ramapriyan. The Badshah was shocked at the sight. “Give the idol at once to this holy man, Laachmaar.” he ordered. But Laachmaar wouldn’t hear any of it. “He is my doll Vaapa. I will not give it back to this old man. He likes being with me. This old man is plotting to separate me from my doll. I will not give him. I WILL NOT GIVE HIM.” And she burst into tears.

Having just witnessed what had taken place before his eyes, Ramanujar was deeply touched by the princess’ true affection for Ramapriyan. But the idol had to go back home. With a smile on his face, he approached the princess. Instinctively, Laachmaar drew away from Ramanuja. “Listen, Oh Laachmaar! You need not give me the idol, but if he comes to me of his own accord, then will you agree that he is not yours alone? Is that a deal?” asked Ramanuja. Laachmaar simply stared back, gaping at the senility of the old man. Surely the idol had no ability to walk on its own. Brimming with confidence, she accepted Ramanuja’s challenge.

Sampathkumaara, Come to me !!! Art by Deepak Saagar

 Several pairs of eyes turned towards him as Ramanujar joined his palms in prayer, “Why are you playing so with our emotions, Oh Lord? Is there no end to your prank? Oh Maadhava, it is time to go home. Test me no further.” Saying so, Ramanujar stood up and with his hands stretched out in front of him, he beckoned to the idol “சம்பத்குமரா, என் செல்வப்பிள்ளையே !!! வாராய். (Oh Sampathkumaara, the greatest of my wealth. Come to me.)”  

To the total astonishment of all the spectators, the idol suddenly flew out from the princess’ grasp. And with quick short moves, his anklets tinkling rhythmically and the flower garlands swaying in the air, Sampathkumaara glided towards Sri Ramanujar. It was like the reunion of a lost son and his father. Ramanujar just scooped up the idol and hugged him closely, shedding tears of joy. And, as the entire court just stood rooted to their spots, Ramanuja left the court with his disciples, the precious idol of Ramapriyan clinging to his bosom.

“Nooooo”, shouted Laachmaar, shocking everyone out of their trance. “I want my doll back Vaapa. I want him back.” She burst into tears once again. The Badshah rushed to her side and tried to comfort her. But nothing doing, Laachmaar cried incessantly. The palace attendants brought out many more idols from the gallery. They brought in other dolls, made in gold and silver, studded with rubies and emeralds, dolls that could laugh and dance, dolls that could sing and play, but only in vain. Laachmaar refused to be separated from Ramapriyan. Her eyes were red from tears and her kohl was all smudged. The Badshah could not see his daughter in such a pitiable state. He finally called on some of his trusted attendants. “Pray, please get the idol from that elderly man. I do not care what you do. Beg, borrow or steal. All I need is that idol”, he ordered.

“I too will go with them Vaapa”, said Laachmaar. The Badshah was shocked to hear this, but Laachmaar remained adamant as ever. Finally, the Badshah gave in to her wish. And off went Laachmaar, in search of her beloved doll, accompanied by the king's attendants.

In the meanwhile, Ramanuja’s palanquin bearers were nearing Melkote, when they got news of Laachmaar’s plans. Immediately, they took a detour into the thick forests bordering Melkote. However, further trouble lay in wait for them. A gang of dacoits mistook the palanquin to be carrying precious cargo and ambushed the travelers. Panicking at the attack, Ramanujar immediately directed the palanquin to a small group of huts that was visible nearby. The huts were inhabited by a group of Pulayas (low-caste tribes). Catching sight of the palanquin and the dacoits, the hut-dwellers immediately sprung into action and launched an attack on the dacoits. A few of them took Ramanujar and the idol of Ramapriyan into the protection of one of their huts. Ramanuja was flooded with waves of relief and gratitude, and breathed freely again. The dacaoits were chased away soon enough, and Ramanujar came out of the hut to thank the Pulayas for their timely help. Suddenly, a small boy came up to him and asked, “Swami, may we know what is in the cloth bundle that you hold so close to your chest?” Ramanujar smiled and slowly opened the bundle to show his precious cargo to the Pulaya group. Ramapriyan emerged, and the Pulayas were spellbound by his presence. They knew not what to do, for never had they been blessed with this sight. Jumping with joy, they rushed into their huts and brought out dishes of Kambankoozhu (a kind of porridge) and Raw Banana curry, which they offered to Ramapriyan. Ramanuja’s heart melted at the sight of their unadulterated devotion.

Selvapillai/Ramapriyan during the Vairamudi Utsavam

Calming the excited crowd, he said, “Come, Oh brothers, to the temple. We will install this Ramapriyan of ours.” The Pulayars were stunned. Never before had they been allowed to enter a temple, and here was this holy man, inviting them to come into one of the most sacred shrines in the region. Silence followed. Ramanujar noticed their hesitation. “Worry not”, he said, “From this day, the world will know you as the protectors of this Ramapriyan. During the many Utsavas at the Thirunarayanan temple, you too will be able to bathe in the Kalyani Pushkarani and have a darshan of Ramapriyan.  For the services that you have extended to me today, you will henceforth go by the name of ‘Thirukkulatthaar’ (the clan of Lakshmi). May your clan multiply and live in prosperity.” Blessing them thus, Ramanujar climbed back onto his palanquin and left for Melkote.

Back at Melkote, Ramanujar performed the ritual installation of Ramapriyan. Special worship was being conducted for the occasion and the celebrations were in full swing, when Laachmaar finally reached the doors of the temple. After these days of hard travel, her hair was all disheveled, her skin was sallow and her eyes had black rings underneath them. She no longer looked like the Sultani of Hindustan, rather just another lost traveler.

Standing at the entrance, she caught sight of her beloved being celebrated by thousands of devotees. He was no longer hers alone. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. She realized that it was all over. Everything had now gone out of her hands. She did not intend to make a fuss about it. Neither did she scream and throw a tantrum, nor did her constant flow of tears stop. Silently, she raised her two hands in prayer. With the very sight of her lord before her eyes, she dropped to the floor. Her soul fled her body and merged with the idol of Ramapriyan.

Beevi Naachiyaar at the feet of Thirunarayanan

When Ramanujar was notified of the happenings, he was so moved by Laachmaar’s love that tears instantly sprang up from his eyes. Though born as a Muslim, with no previous exposure to Sri Vaishnavism, she had totally lost her heart to Madhusoodhana. With his vision, he realized the extraordinary stature that had been achieved by Laachmaar. He himself conducted all the final rites of Laachmaar. He also got a small vigraha of Laachmaar sculpted and installed it at the feet of Thirunarayanan for further ritual worship.

Laachmaar thus came to be honored as an Ubaya Naachiyaar of Melkote Thirunarayanan. Like at Sri Rangam, she is worshipped by the name of Thulukka Naachiyaar.  She is also known variously as Bibi Naachiyaar, Beevi Naachiyaar and Sultani Naachiyaar. Even today, when the Thiruvaradhana is offered at the Melkote sanctum, the priest first waves the lamps before the idol of Beevi Naachiyaar at Thirunarayanan’s feet and then only proceeds to worship Perumal – a very small way to show our respects to a lady, who had thrown away everything, including her religion, to realize her love for the Supreme.

Notes:

1.      Unlike the legend at Sri Rangam, which is supported by ample historical recordings, the Melkote version of  the  legend is not sourced from any historical manuscripts. Much of the information is derived from entries in a Sri Vaishnava Grantha (holy text) known as the “Guru Parampara Prabhavam”. Certain sources also say that Sri Ramanuja was so impressed with Laachmaar's devotion, that he carried the idea back home to Sri Rangam and built a shrine for her at the Ranganathaswamy temple.

2.     Though Thulukka Naachiyaar is worshipped as an idol at Melkote, her face is however, covered with a veil, just like any other respectable Muslim woman. If one observes closely, we can see that her facial features cannot be distinguished distinctly.

3.     On the other hand, Ramanuja’s encounter with the Pulayas is a well cited incident in many historical works. Eight centuries before Gandhi’s acceptance of the Harijans and Periyar’s Vaikom Satyagraha, Ramanujar had performed a similar revolution, which was way ahead of his times.

4.     Thirumaaliruncholai is the other famous temple which acknowledges the legend of Thulukka Naachiyaar. Every year when Azhagar visits Madurai during the Chithirai Thiruvizha, he spends a night at Vandiyur with Thulukka Naachiyaar. Surprisingly, there is no shrine associated with the Naachiyaar at Vandiyur. The birth of this custom can be traced to the early 1300's, when the Muslims of the region welcomed Azhagar into their midst with much fireworks and celebrations every year. Pleased with their hospitality, Azhagar stayed with them for the night and departed for Madurai the next morning. This practice however gradually changed with time and after the 1950 communal riots, Azhagar’s visit to Vandiyur came to be associated with his stay with Thulukka Naachiyaar.

5.   Ever since Ramanujar's encounter with the Badshah at Delhi, the Utsavar Moorthi of Ramapriyan has been lovingly called by the name of 'Selvapillai', just the way Ramanuja had beckoned to him at the Badshahi Palace.

The Saga of Thulukka Naachiyaar, Sri Rangam

At the very heart of Tamil Nadu, on an island created by the forking of the rivers Kaveri and Kollidam, lies one of the largest and the grandest temples dedicated to Maha Vishnu. Variously praised as Sri Rangam, Thiruvarangam, Aranga Maanagaram, Rangapuri and so on, the temple is the first of the 108 Divyadesas of the Sri Vaishnava Sampradaya and the very center of the Sri Vaishnava cult. Presided over by Sri Ranganatha Perumal, who had been worshipped by Sri Raama at Ayodhya, the temple by itself is a bustling town bursting with religious fervor and celebrations. Hundreds of thousands of people visit this place, from all walks of life and from various towns and cities all over India and abroad. They walk through the seven grand circumambulatory paths, visiting various shrines and finally stand before the gigantic moorthi of Maha Vishnu lying on Adisesha, going into bursts of ecstasy and delight as the priest waves the lamps before the moorthi to the loud exclamations of ‘Rangaa… Rangaa…’ They then disperse to pay a visit to the shrine of Ranganayaki, the queen of Sri Ranganatha’s court. As they walk on to the other shrines, only but a few of them branch off to visit a small shrine by the side of the Arjuna mandapa. They alone go to pay their respects to Thulukka Naachiyaar, one of the twelve Ubaya Naachiyaars of Sri Ranganathar and the darling daughter of Alauddin Khilji, the ruler of the Delhi Sultanate (Yes, you can drop your mouth all that you want!!!). WHAT?... HOW?... WHO?... WHEN?.. THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE… You may shout all you want, but here, I lay forward the story of this strange marriage of Sri Ranganatha - a story that spans over sixty years, and a story that transcends all religions to drive home the age old point –

एकं सत् विप्रः बहुधा वदन्ति - रिग् वेदा 

“The truth is one, sages call it by different names” – Rig Veda

It was a time when the entirety of Tamil Nadu had been brought under the rule of the Pandias, after the defeat of Rajendra Chozhan III at the hands of Maravarman Kulasekara Pandian. Following the decline of the Chozhas, the temple of Sri Rangam, which had been under the patronage of the wealthy Chozha Kings, came into the hands of the Pandias. Though the temple changed hands, the Pandia king continued to support the temple with his generous offerings. The death of Maravarman, however, saw a struggle for the throne between his two sons - Jatavarman Sundara Pandian and Jatavarman Veera Pandian. Ultimately, Sundara Pandian lost, which led to his banishment from the Pandia Empite – a banishment that would change the religious history of Southern India for all times to come

It was also a time when the atrocities of the Islamic invaders were reaching new and fearsome heights. Their hatred for idol worship made the Hindus tremble all over - not in fear for their lives, but at the very thought of the possible damages that the holy deities in their hallowed temples would suffer. The ruthless Muslims destroyed the idols that they came across by breaking them into pieces, and by cannon-balling the sanctums in the temples. For larger and sturdier idols, they had a different strategy – they simply defaced the idols or polluted them using unutterable means, thus destroying the sanctity of the Moorthis. The smaller Utsavar Moorthis (Processional Idols), which were exquisite pieces crafted from the expensive Panchaloha (An alloy of Gold, Silver, Copper, Lead and Zinc), were carried off in large heaps to Delhi, where they were melted into new ornaments. Drastic measures were taken by the temple authorities to save the idols from these damages and disrespects. The priests and the other temple officials did their very best to cover the sanctum-sanctorum with bricks and often sent the smaller idols for safekeeping with trusted families. The Muslim forces, however, kept driving further south, plundering every temple in sight and slaughtering scores of innocent devotees. It was then that Sundara Pandian showed his colours. Enraged at his loss to his brother, the fugitive prince literally invited the barbaric Muslim invaders to have a go at Madurai, the prosperous capital of the Pandia Empire, and promised them with untold riches from the famed Meenakshi-Sundareswarar temple if they helped him to overthrow his brother.

The Sultan of Delhi, Alauddin Khilji, the worst tyrant of the Slave Dynasty, was mighty pleased with this offer and promised help to Sundara Pandian. He entrusted the siege of Madurai to Malik Kafur, a slave from Gujarat, who had been purchased by Alauddin to be his personal assistant. Over time he had grown to become the Commander-in General of the Sultan’s army. Though a Hindu by birth, he was converted to Islam by the Sultan and was lavished with every luxury that the Sultan’s court could offer. Malik Kafur on the other hand, remained loyal to Alauddin Khilji and went to great extents to please him. Many consider his conquest of the South to be his greatest contribution to the Delhi Sultanate.

Riches Galore at Sri Rangam

Thus, headed by Malik Kafur, the crushing army came to the banks of the Kaveri en-route to Madurai. On the island bounded by the Kaveri and Kollidam, the army beheld a magnificent temple complex, gleaming with untold riches - Sri Rangam, the holy abode of Lord Ranganatha. Malik Kafur was astonished by the grandeur of the temple, its sheer size, its sanctity, and its riches. However, that did not prevent his plundering instincts from kicking-in. "Charge", he thundered, and his ransacking army broke into the largest functioning temple complex in the world. 

To people who have visited Sri Rangam, you would probably agree with me when I say that it is simply humungous. So huge was Sri Rangam, so large were its streets, and so high were the walls, that Malik Kafur took days to go around the prakaarams (Circumambulatory Paths), looting all the innocent people on his way. The inner temple was fiercely protected by a group of staunch Vaishnavas, who refused to let the Muslims defile their holiest shrine. They held the army out for three days - time sufficient enough to build a wall in front of the main sanctum, thus hiding out the gigantic idol of the reclining god. The priests even managed to bury the idol of Ranganayaki under a Bilva tree, but alas, before they could save the Utsavar of Ranganathar, the army broke in. They killed every single soul in sight, took the Utsavar and marched on with their conquest. After their destruction of the south was complete, Malik Kafur marched back to Delhi.

The whole city of Sri Rangam wore a forlorn look. People mourned the deaths of their near and dear. More so, they mourned the loss of the Utsavar from their sacred temple. According to legend, one brave woman, a temple dancer who could not bear her separation from Manavaala Perumal, followed the army all the way back to Delhi, tracking the idol. She came back to Sri Rangam with vital information on the whereabouts of the Utsavar Moorthi. Since she had followed the Utsavar all the way through, in history, she came to be praised as பின் தொடர்ந்த வள்ளி (‘Pin Thodarntha Valli’ - The lady who followed). With the information given by the danseuse, a few young, bright men came forward and vowed to bring the Utsavar back from Delhi. “We will neither sleep nor eat until we behold with our very eyes the beauty of our Arangan at our temple”, they pledged, and over the next few days they hatched their master plan. A couple of days later, the group set out to Delhi, disguised as an entertainment troupe, headed by Pin Thodarntha Valli.

Meanwhile at the palace of Alauddin Khilji in Delhi, strange things were afoot. When the soldiers had brought in the plundered riches, the daughter of the Sultan, Princess Suratani, was immediately drawn to the charming face of Arangan. "Baapa", she called out to her father, "Can I have this sweet idol to myself? I really like him a lot. Please do not melt him too. I will take care of him properly. Please Baapa, please." she pleaded. Bemused by his daughter’s request, Khilji allowed her to have the idol, and Suratani immediately carried him to her room, bouncing up and down with joy. Over the next few weeks, Suratani was never to be seen without the idol of Arangan. She bathed the idol, dressed it, shared her food with it and even slept with the idol. Pleased with her deep love for him, Ranganathar appeared before her every night and offered her visions of his various forms and avatharas (Very much like our modern day fashion show!). And without actually realising it, the young and beautiful Suratani fell in love with Rangar (…and who would not?).

Suratani falls for Azhagiya Manavaalan, Art by Deepak Saagar

While the princess immersed herself in her deep love for Azhagiya Manavaalan, the entertainment troupe from Sri Rangam finally reached Delhi and asked for permission to perform before the Sultan. When the permission was granted, on a sacred Ekadashi day, they performed before Khilji's court. There, they put on show the best of their dancing, singing and acting skills, and ultimately won the Sultan's applause. Alauddin Khilji was so overjoyed with their performance, that in return he gave them exactly what they expected. "You have been excellent! Simply magnificent! For your talent I offer you anything within the confines of this palace. You are free to take anything, anything that your desire", he offered. "Shahenshah", said Pin Thodarntha Valli, bowing deeply before the Sultan, "we would like to have the statue of our Arangan back at Sri Rangam. That is all that we ask for." "You got it", granted Alauddin Khilji and walked away.

The troupe however knew that the princess was deeply involved with the idol and that she would make a fuss if they took it away. So they waited for night fall, and when the princess was deep in sleep, they retrieved the idol and started out of the city.

They ran as fast as their carts could take them, lest the Sultan sent his army behind. But as luck would have it, Suratani was so distressed to find her idol gone that she jumped onto her horse at once, and followed the entertainment troupe. Fearing for her safety, Malik Kafur immediately followed the princess with his humungous army. Frightened by the sight of the large army on their tail, the entertainment troupe scattered widely. A small group of them finally reached Tirupathi and entrusted the idol to one Kodavar leader, his son and his nephew for safekeeping. The group then split up once again to meet back at Sri Rangam. Also, at the request of the entertainment troupe, the Kodavar family went into hiding until it was safe for the idol to re-emerge.

Back at Sri Rangam, Suratani’s army searched frantically all over the place for the idol. Not finding it anywhere, Suratani gave up her life before the very doors of the sanctum. As her mortal coils hit the ground, a blinding light emerged from within her and merged into the doors of the sanctum – the lovers had finally united in her death.

The death of the princess, however, stirred up a deep fury within Malik Kafur. With a blood-curdling yell, he ordered every single Sri Vaishnava to be brutally murdered. A bloody war followed in which close to 13000 Vaishnavas lost their life. The already plundered temple was further damaged and people fled from the city in thousands. At long last, the beautiful Devadasis of the temple came to the rescue. They used their skills at dancing and singing to seduce the army generals and packed them back home. One particular Devadasi went to great extents and took the chief-general to the top of the Vellai Gopuram on the pretext of showing him the grandest of the temple treasures. There, while pointing out through the window, she pushed him out, killing him instantly. The very next second, she too jumped down and committed suicide, lest she be molested by the Muslim army. Flabbergasted by the death of their Chief, the army finally withdrew from Sri Rangam, leaving behind the wreck of a city that had once gleamed with untold riches.

The temple somehow survived the catastrophe, but a lot of things were not in order. The whereabouts of the Utsavar were not known and the temple festivities had to go on. After much discussion, the head priests then secretly ordered for another identical Utsavar to be made and installed it in the place of the original one.

Thulukka Naachiyaar - Ranganatha's Bride

Sri Ranganathar also appeared in the dream of the chief temple Bhattar and pronounced that he had now taken Suratani to be his bride, and that she too had to be given all the respects that were given to the other Ubaya Naachiyaars. When the Bhattar conveyed his dream to the temple officers and the other citizens of Sri Rangam, they were all amazed by the love that Suratani had for Ranganathar. A shrine was built for this Muslim bride of Lord Ranganatha, and she was given the title of Thulukka Naachiyaar (derived from “Turukkiyar” - the Tamil word for Turkish). Since Islam shuns idol worship, she was enshrined in the form of a painting, richly decorated with inlaid gems and gold, and is worshipped as such even today.

Sixty long years passed by. The original idol of Ranganathar still remained under the custody of the Kodavar family in Tirupathi. Figuring out that the time was now ripe, the family finally came out of hiding, and set out for Sri Rangam, to take the idol back to his original home. However, when Ranganathar arrived at Sri Rangam, there were no celebrations. Instead, pandemonium reigned at the temple. Wasn’t there already one Utsavar in the sanctum?

Namperumal - the princess' love

It had been sixty long years and the people who had witnessed the disaster were long since gone. Doubting the originality of the idol and the story of the Kodavar family, the priests did not allow the deity to be brought into the inner shrine. Instead, they stopped the deity at the Aryabhattal Vaasal (Gate of Aryabhatta) in the third prakaaram and gave him no entry. Interestingly, that very night, Ranganayaki appeared in a boy's dream and asked him to lead the Bhattar to a particular Bilva tree in the third prakaaram and dig under it. The boy too dutifully did the same and out came the long buried statue of Ranganayaki. The Bhattar understood the gravity of this find, and so did the priests and all the citizens of Sri Rangam – the idol waiting at the Aryabhattal Vaasal was indeed the original Rangar. They immediately passed on the news to the king, who was, however, still skeptical about the deity. After much thought, the king asked the priests to search for any living soul whose memory went back to Muslim invasion.

Kailee Thirumanjanam to Namperumal 

It was then that the old and blind temple washer-man came to their rescue. "Bhattar Peruman," he told, meekly, "if permitted, I can find out which of the two statues is the original one. Years ago, when I was but a small boy, my father used to give us theertham (sanctified water) squeezed out from the clothes of the Utsavar. I am very much used to the taste of the theertham. Therefore, by intaking the Thirumanjana Theertham of the two Utsavars, I could possibly recognise the original one." he offered. The Bhattar too agreed, happy at the prospective solution. Immediately Thirumanjanam was performed to both the idols and the theertham was given to the washer-man. At once, the washer-man identified the original statue to be the one that was brought in by the Kodavars. Out of ecstasy he shouted in Tamil, "இது தான் நம் பெருமாள் (This is our Perumal)." The entire temple rejoiced at the recovery of the ancient statue. After sixty odd years, the original Utsavar was finally reinstalled in the temple amidst much pomp and splendour. However, the other Utsavar could not be left alone, for it too had been worshipped for sixty years. The Bhattar, therefore, placed it near Rangan's feet and continued to offer poojas to it. Sixty years after the Muslim invasion, Sri Rangam once again glittered with its long lost resplendent glory.

So even today, in Sri Rangam, at the sannidhanam, we can see two Utsavars receiving worship. Also, the shrine to Suratani is found near the Arjuna Mandapa, next to the main sanctum. Once a year, the Kalyana utsavam of Thulukka Naachiyaar with Arangan is celebrated with great pomp and show at her shrine. In testimony of her unflinching love, to this day, Arangan's breakfast naivedhyam consists of Sweet Roti's, Raw Milk and Butter, cooked Mughalai style. They are first offered to the Naachiyaar and then only offered to Rangan. Later, when betel leaves are offered to the lord after his meal, it is a custom to apply the lime (chunnambu) on the front side of the leaves (like the Muslims do), as compared to the more traditional rear side.  Also, unlike at other Vishnu temples, the Utsavar dons a colourful lungi, as compared to a white silk dhoti (veshti), during his Thirumanjanam (ritual bath). This is famously known as Kailee (Muslim word for Lungi) Thirumanjanam, and is yet another mark of the Islamic culture on the traditions of the temple. In a world that is rampant with religious disputes and sectarian wars, such ancient customs, followed in the most hallowed of our shrines, provide much inspiration for secular tolerance, a mutual feeling which I believe is the need of the hour today  

The temple at Sri Rangam stands tall today (literally and figuratively, for its Rajagopuram is the tallest in all of South Asia), its lost grandeur refurbished, and restored to its rightful position as the spiritual capital of the Sri Vaishnavas. The Muslim invaders could only strip the place of its material wealth, but its true spiritual wealth was left untouched. And as the witness to it all, stands the shrine to the Thulukka Naachiyaar, a Mughalai princess, who had proved beyond any shred of doubt, that it is love alone that matters in the end.

Notes :

1.    Going by historical records, the temple of Sri Rangam was attacked twice by the Delhi Sultanate – in 1311 under the command of Malik Kafur and once again in 1323 led by Ulugh Khan. Yet another raid by unknown invaders is recorded in the year 1331.

2.   During its first attack, the temple lost all of its famed wealth – the many precious gems, golden utensils, palanquins, and diamond jewellery. The legend of Suratani is also associated with the first attack on the temple, when it is believed that the raiding army did carry the processional deity back to Delhi. It is also widely believed that it was the death of Suratani which lead to the second attack, 12 years later. It was this attack that totally sacked the spiritual life at Sri Rangam; the darkest hour for the grand temple.

3.     During the 1311 attacks, it is believed that Pillai Lokacharya fled the temple with the deity and attempted to carry it to Thirumalai. However, owing to his old age and the sudden stress of the attack, he breathed his last at a village near Jyotishkudi.

4.     However, going by history, the removal of the processional deity to Tirupathi did not happen until 1331. The deity was transported to Tirupathi by Swami Vedanta Desikar, who had escaped the hoarding forces by hiding amongst the dead. With him, he also took the only known copy of Srutha Prakaasika, Sudarshana Bhattar’s commentary on Sri Ramanuja’s famous Sri Bhaashyam, and the two sons of Sudarshana Bhattar. From Tirupathi, he then moved to Sathyamangalam in Karnataka, where he composed the now famous Abheethi Stavam, praying for the restoration of peace at Sri Rangam and the destruction of the Muslim invaders. This Stavam, consisting of 29 verses is recited even today to destroy the various fears of devotees.

भयं शमय रंगधाम्नि अनितर अभिलाष स्पृषां

श्रीय बहुलय प्रभो श्रित विपक्षं उन्मूलय |- अभीति स्तवं

“Oh Ranganatha! Do remove the fears that exist in the minds of your devotees, whose only goal is to perform eternal service to you at Sri Rangam

And pray, do grow the wealth of Sri Rangam, in the form of true Vaishnavas, and destroy the invading enemies, who disturb our peace.” – Abheethi Stavam

5.    The Abheethi Stavam was sung daily by Desikar and his disciples, with utmost faith and devotion, for forty long years. During this period, Gopanna, the king of Senji, took the idol into his kingdom for protection. Later in 1371, Gopanna, with the help of the Vjayanagar Empire, drove out the Muslims from Sri Rangam and re-established the original idol at the temple. It was during this time that the confusion arose as to the originality of the idol, which was solved by the old washer-man. It is believed that when Gopanna returned the idol back to Sri Rangam, Desikar was so pleased with his service, that he sang two verses in praise of the brave king (which is a matter of surprise, since none of the aacharyas ever did Narastuti (singing the praises of a man)). The period from 1311-1371 forms the 60 years during which the whereabouts of the idol remained murky.

6.      In commemoration of his invaluable services to the temple, the old washer-man was bestowed with the name Eeram Kolli (The recognizer of wetness). Similarly, the Kodavar’s son, who had brought the idol back to Sri Rangam was named Thiruttaazhvarai Daasar, and the entertainment troupe, who played the key role in the retrieval of the idol from Delhi were blessed as the Isai Ariyum Perumal Koottathaar (The troupe of the Lord, who is the bestower of all music).

7.     To this day, the Utsavar of the temple is lovingly called by the name ‘Namperumal’, in memory of those words which were uttered by the ecstatic washer-man upon recognizing the original idol.

8.      Also, in memory of the brave danseuse who had sacrificed herself for the protection of the temple, to this day, the funeral pyres of all the temple dancers are lit with the sacred fire brought from the temple kitchens.

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P.S. 

I would love to dedicate this post to Varun [Gultee], Vinoth [Dubukku] and Ram [Kama], who were the ones who let me in on this story, one bored night, at the hostels in college :D