Namasthe vayu thumeva prathSHam Brahmasi
In the early fifties, while studying in primary classes, we had a lesson on air and wind, i.e., Vayu. It is told that we may not be able to see the wind but could know of its presence from the movement of leaves on the tree. As an example for the presence of wind, the windmill used for pulling water from the well is cited. The weathercock, which helps us in finding the direction of the wind flow, is illustrated as another example. The wind, i.e., Vayu, always used to amuse me. I wondered how the kites are floated in the sky and how beautifully they are swayed by the Vayu.
Those days I accompany my father, who used to attend religious discourses. In one of the discourses, it was told that the presence of God is to be realised since He is not an object and cannot be asked to be shown. As an example for this, the case of wind was cited. I took love for the wind.
We shifted to Bangalore then. Near our house there was a small, beautiful Ganesh mandir on top of a small hillock, and there were several peepal trees around. Normally every evening, as a routine, I visit this mandir. As a practice after offering the prayers to the God in the mandir, sitting on the steps that lead to the mandir, I used to enjoy the birds returning to their nest. The chirping sound that they make when mixed with the sweet tone produced by the peepal tree leaves while breezes pass through them used to enchant me. I used to wonder as to how the breeze can produce such magical music by passing through the leaves by changing its direction and speed. Sometimes the pleasantness with which the winds cresses me and the magical mystic music around me used to make me enthralled for hours even. (I used to face the music for going late to the house; another story.) A loving Vayu he was.
Namasthe vayu thumeva prathSHam Brahmasi
After my father's retirement, we returned to Madras again. There, we used to go to the beach during the summer and enjoy the evening sea breeze. But it will be different during the rainy days. Being on the coast, if there is a depression in the sea, the storm used to hit the Madras coast, and people will be forced to stay inside their houses. But for us boys, it used to be different. We will venture to the seacoast near the IG's office and watch the tides rise to very great heights with amusement. The tall coconut trees will be tilting and bending and will almost touch the ground; they will swing, sway astray, and make a harrowing sound—a terrible sight to look at. We used to wonder at the fury of the wind (Vayu), the power it shows, and the might with which it acts.
Namasthe Vayu thumeva prathSHam Brahmasi
Then came my love for poems, especially the ones penned by Mahakavi Subramaniya Bharati. His vachanakavithai on Sun and on Wind had attracted me a lot. The fifth verse on Wind, in which Mahakavi describes how all living are the children of Vayu, and how all living are athma, and how Vayu connects athma with paramathma, how life is Vayu.
Namasthe Vayu thumeva prathSHam Brahmasi
As a true devotee of Lord Rama, my father used to recite Sundara Kandam regularly and attend the Ramayana discourses, and I used to accompany him many times during my childhood. I was attracted towards the virtues of Lord Shri Anjaneya, and I fell in love with him to become His devotee. To me, He is always Anjaneya, the Son of Vayu, a disciple of Lord Surya, a great Rama-Baktha.
When I thought of floating a home page, without a second thought I hit upon the name "VAYUSUTHA" (pronounced as vayusuTha-hA).
Namasthe vayu thumeva prathSHam Brahmasi
|| Sri Ram Jaya Ram Jaya Jaya Ram ||
|| Sri Ram Jaya Ram Jaya Jaya Ram ||
Ed Ed [Prior to May 2001]