Friday, August 26, 2011

"How I came to the fold of Sadguru Sri Nannagaru" - (By Chavali Suryanarayana Murthy (Retired HeadMaster))"

I belong to Amalapuram, E G District, Andhra Pradesh. My professional career was started as high school teacher in July 1976. I worked in five schools in East Godavari district and retired from service as headmaster in December 2010.
Since my boy-hood I had a spiritual bent of mind and used to worship Lord Krishna.

When I was 22 years old, my beloved father who was a great devotee of Lord Shiva, left his mortal coil. I had to shoulder a greater responsibility of the entire family. I was pulling on my life afflicted by the tyrannies of my mind. Days were rolling on with the friction of ups and downs. Later eighties I saw a book in my friends hand which contained a photograph of Bhagawan Sri Ramana Maharshi on its cover page. It held my attention as a nail held by a magnet. That incident changed the course of my life and my approach to spirituality. It opened the gateway to my entrance into Bhagawan Sri Ramana Maharshis spiritual circle and his teachings. By his Grace I visited Sri Ramana ashram for the first time in June 1990, and stayed there. I cannot express my experience in words, it was like homecoming. I was a regular visitor to Ramana ashram 1990 onwards, and so far I visited the Ashram forty times.

Sri Nannagaru entrance into my life

The year 1990 was remarkable in my life. The exact date I don’t remember in November 1990. I happened to meet Sri Nannagaru for the first time in Eduru, a village in W.G.District of Andhra Pradesh. It was 12 noon on that day Sri Nannagaru received me with warmth, hospitality and affection. He discussed about my spiritual path and also about my personal life for half-an-hour in a face to face conversation. He blessed me with the words “You should realize the truth in this birth only”. I was awed by his solemn words. His words delve deep into my heart. I knew I have found my master and Guru. Thereafter my zeal to see Nannagaru and seek his blessings increased. The more I visited him the more was the attraction. I used to attend the spiritual discourses of Nannagaru and could share the waves of bliss frequently. Sadguru subjected me to a testing period for four years from November 1990 to November 1994 to confirm my mental fitness. Then I could realize what real spirituality is! His power and Grace became integral to my life then and thereafter. I was attracted to him as a kind of gravitational force which I could not resist. Each passing day brought me to the saint of Jinnuru more and more. Till today I am always ready and eager to see him. I cannot forget the memorable first visit paid by Sadguru Sri Nannagaru to my residence at Mukteswaram during November 1994.

About my Master Sadguru Sri Nannagaru

Bhagawan Sri Ramana Maharshi in the year 1957 entered into the life of Nannagaru, selected him and blessed him. He is a living testimony of Bhagawan Ramana Maharshis gospel. He is a guide to seekers of enlightenment. Those afflicted by worldly suffering and others seeking guidance on the right spiritual path to realize one’s real nature which is eternal, Infinite existence, knowledge and bliss Sadguru Sri Nannagaru is ever ready to guide with the nectar of Bhagawan Ramana Maharshis gospel. He advocates Realization of one’s True nature is the aim and purpose of this human life. He speaks to the aspirants in the hearts language. He is a practical spiritualist. His emphasis has always been on practise and more practise. He awakes aspirants to the Ultimate reality by his words, deeds, way of living and preaching. His way of living is his teaching. He is an epitome of peace, non-doer ship and sweetness of disposition. He is very accessible and has compassion for suffering humanity. He teaches the gospel of Bhagawan Ramana in the simplest, more practical and scientific way.

The proximity of Sadguru Sri Nannagaru kindles our desire for the ultimate goal which is self realization. He tours to quench the spiritual thirst of devotees and often visits Arunachalam (Tiruvannamalai). His valuable discourses at different places are being published by Telugu monthly magazine “Ramana Bhaskara”. Devotees gather round hi with attention and devotion to grasp the pearls of wisdom dropped from his mouth. He teaches different facets of Bhagawan Ramana's teaching keeping in view ground realities and difficulties we come across. He advocates the need of inner life and asserts – “If you want to realize the truth you must deepen your mind into your heart “You are that”, so learn to know your ‘Real Nature’. A Guru is not a person but ultimate reality itself. His primary focus is on inner transformation.

My respect to Sri Nannagaru is extra ordinary. He is my eternal companion and a boon to my life. He opened the doorway to true life. His proactive compassion is indebted. The above written expression is only introductory but the sacred memories of my Master are rich in content. The seed of Ramana Satsang sowed by Sadguru Sri Nannagaru in Amalapuram, in the year 1998, has now grown up to a tree of thirteen years old.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

"A simple sweet man" - (By Roger Adams)

I first came across Nannagaru in Ramanashram, at Tiruvannamalai , in the last days of 1993. A friend had told me that a guru was giving darshan near the library that evening. Arunachala and Ramanas cave were sufficient for me, I thought; I felt no particular attraction for the darshan of yet another guru. It happened that the library was next to my room, however and as I returned from the cave that evening I saw a crowd of Westerns outside sitting in silence before a man in his early 60s who was sitting on a chair. At his feet were a bevy if well-dressed Indian women. They were all gazing at the man intently. The man’s eyes were drifting slowly from one person to another. I couldn’t help feeling that he looked like the cornershop grocer. Every now and then he let out a prolonged belch and rubbed his stomach.

I sat down, intending to stay until the first mosquito arrived. In moments I was aware of the depth of the silence in the group around me. Nannagary kept gazing at one individual after another, sometimes resting his eyes on a person for minutes on end. At the same time he would raise his right hand in a open palm blessing. My body became as still as a stone. All thought of going anywhere vanished. All thoughts of any kind vanished, His look was one of the most tender compassion, of a love to his beloved; yet there was no sense of anybody doing anything, wanting anything, trying to create same effect; just the innocent and empty gaze of love, available to all, and yet intensely personal, it seemed, with each individual. His body seemed to carry no tension at all, his whole being flowed unobstructed out of his eyes. After half an hour or so he silently bowed, and got up to go to his room. Nobody moved, and the silence continued for several more minutes.

When I did finally move, I made my way without forethought to Nannagarus door. It was half open, and one of his disciples was standing in the entrance. I asked if I could see Nannagaru, and the disciple ushered me in. Nannagaru was sitting on his bed. He had just picked up a newspaper.

‘Which country?’ he asked. When I told him, he asked me if I read The Times. When I told him I didn’t he asked me about other good newspapers in England. I responded briefly and them came to my point: ‘I was deeply touched by the silence you led us into just now,; I said. ‘But what I really want is to be that silence myself, wherever I am. I cannot always be in India with someone like you’.

‘You like the silence?’ he asked, leaning forward like a delighted child. ‘Come to Veerupaksha Cave with me tomorrow, and I shall answer your question.’

I agreed to meet him at 3 pm the next afternoon, when he would take me to the cave in his car.

The next day at the appointed time, I piled into an Ambassador car along with hald a dozen of Nannagarus Indian devotees. Nannagaru himself led the way in another car. We drove into town and climbed the short path up tp the cave, whose entrance was already packed with expectant faces. Nannagaru went into the cave, paid his respects to the place, and returned to sit under the tree outside. He then proceeded to speak to his Indian audience in his native Telugu for the next half hour, while I and the other Westerners sat in the silence. The silence was tangible, even when he was speaking, and it didn’t matter that he never returned to my question. That evening he was on the floor in the ashram dining hall along with everyone else, quite, inconspicuous, in an ordinary dhoti, without any special attentions or favours. The man seemed to glide rather than walk through the day.

That evening, when I arrived for his darshan, he motioned me to come and sit by his side. Every few minutes, he would look down with an innocent tenderness, and stoke my head. To begin with, I felt a certain self – consciousness at receiving such undivided attention in public; but my awkwardness soon gave way to a tranquillity and ease that was to remain with me for weeks afterwards. The next day, Nannagaru was leaving. I was among the crowd that had gathered to see him off, and as he made his way to his car he came over to me and held me in his arms. ‘Roger’, he smiled.

‘Roger’, like some lover taking his leave. I have since witnessed him act in the same way with many people, trating each one as if they were the only person in the world. I have never seen such a living example of the way Krishna must have acted with the gopis.

Some months later, I went to stay with Nannagaru at his village, and accompany him for a few days on his rounds through Andhra Pradesh. It was a journey into the heart of rural India. The village was built in traditional style. The houses were not unlike Spanish haciendas, with verandahs supported but carved wooden posts and red-tiled roofs. Nannagaru would sit on his verandah, read the newspaper, and receive the trickle of people who came to see him. He put me up in a house next door, which belonged to a devotee who had gone away on business. On my first morning, there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to find Nannagaru there with a cup of coffee. In the evening, he brought me into the kitchen of his house and stood over me as I made my way through the food his wife had prepared for me.

‘Nice food?’ he enquired in his rudimentary English ‘Very nice food?’

When I confirmed my pleasure, he beamed, insisting an offering me more. ‘Ver nice food’, he repeated, ‘Very nice food’.

Over the next week or so we went to several different homes over an area of perhaps a hundred miles, accompanied by one of his few mal devotees who took charge of all the arrangements. At each stop, he and I were ushered to the table first, while the women hovered around watching us eat, as he had watched me. Then the men of the family ate, and finally the women and children sat down. During the day dozens of people would come and sit at his feet while he would give them a talk on some aspect of Ramans teaching, respond to their problems, or occasionally siit in silence. We went to three weddings, blessed the foundations of a new house, visited a paper factory, and a temple that someone had recently built in his honour. Nannagaru was the same still presence wherever we went. He flowed at the same slow pace, and never showed any trace of a reactive mind. In the car, as we went from one place to the next, he would gaze at a tiny picture of Raman that he held in his lap, apparently lost to us and the journey were on. Yet as sonn as we stopped, he would be totally present to whatever situation we walked into.

A number of Westerners have now accompanied him in this way, some for much longer periods than I. Everyone that I have meet confirms that same experience of prolonged inner silence in his presence, and nothing but an undemanding simplicity on his part. One, a seventy-year-old man from New York, told me that he has watched Nannagaru weep for an hour while an old woman told him her story. He himself had not been aware of anything special happening to him while he was with Nannagaru, although it was a warm, if uneventful time. Then, a few days after his departure, he realized that a sadness, which had been with him all his life, had completely vanished.

Since his own awakening was not the result of any specific sadhana, other than a spontaneous love for Ramana Maharshi, it is not surprising that Nannagaru recommends no particular method or technique himself. His own way of working with people ic clearly to have them in his presence while going about the business of everyday life. Being a householder himself, he does not separate the spiritual from the secular.

Much of his day us spent dealing with people; everyday concerns, and playing his part in the life of his community. He will talk for hours to his Indian devotees on various aspects of Advaita teaching, but with Westerners, he is invariably silent – except when he asks about their country and their national press. His economy with words is partly because of his English, but also because he knows that many Westerners unlike most of the Indians around him seem to value his silence more. Westerners are already full of concepts and theories and are usually grateful to experience what lies beyond them.

People come and go from his without any mention of a relationship of guru and disciple. He responds spontaneously to a persons openness, but his response carries no weight or demand. Je seems to represent an invitation to fall into the inner heart, where all differences, formed relations and emotional needs dissolve. Silence was also the teaching method of Ramana Maharshi, who considered it the only real form of communication. Yet Nannagaru’s presence naturally draws people, and his Indian followers, being culturally attuned to the guru – disciple relationship, treat him accordingly.

Nannagarus followers have recently built a small retreat centre near Raman ashram, in Turvannamalai, which they have called Andhra Ashram, Nannagaru plans to be resident there some months of each year, so he seems certain to become far more widely known that he is at present.