3.4.08

a tale to tell from Guruvayur


Manjadikuru/Lucky Red Seeds are found in Krishna temples in Kerala. In fact nowadays, that is the only place we see them. The origin of this practice lies in the folklore of the Guruvayur temple. The temple of Guruvayur houses the deity of Vishnu*, and this particular idol is believed to have been worshipped by Lord Krishna** in Dwaraka. The first time I set eyes on Manjadikuru is in this temple.

The story goes thus… a long time ago, there lived a woman in a northern province of Kerala. She was an ardent devotee of Krishna and aspired to someday visit the temple in Guruvayur. She wanted to carry offerings to the temple as most people did but she was too poor to be able to afford anything. But she knew of an old tree that shed beautiful glossy red seeds. Fascinated by their beauty she began to collect them, hoping to one day carry them with her to the temple as a gift to the Lord. One by one she would pick them from the ground, treating each one like a precious gem. Polishing them and keeping them safe from the rain and the dust. In her eyes each of them glowed with warmth and radiance. She eagerly awaited the day when the Lord would see them. Others laughed at her and called her mad to pick the worthless seeds but she continued to do what she believed in.

Over a year the collection was built up and she had a large pouch full of Manjadikuru. Her eyes filled with glee as she held them close to her while she slept at night. Making up her mind to take them to the temple, she set out on a journey. Leaving the safety of her home and her loved ones, she set out on foot towards the temple. Her home was in a hilly province and she had to traverse rivers and deep forests as she moved towards her destination. She met people on the way. Some of them discouraged her. Some of them applauded her. But she didn’t care. Her mind was set on the temple and its deity and with single-minded focus she trudged on. Many people told her “this is not the way” but she followed her instinct and a force within her guided her ahead.

Every morning she would wake up with stiff joints, through the day her body would ache and at night she would collapse on the wayside in a tired stupor. In her mind she was aware that she may never be able to do this again in her life but in her eyes was a dream and on her lips was a smile. Forty four daunting days later, she arrives in the temple city of Guruvayur. Unfamiliar and tired she stumbles through the streets, forcing her body to make the last mile too.

Finally she arrives at the temple portals. She hears people talk amongst themselves about the special day at the temple. Apparently the day was the first of that month and the local ruler or Naduvaazhi would visit the temple on the first of every month. To display his devotion, he would submit an elephant every month as an offering to Krishna. Hearing these tales, the woman carefully makes her way to the inner precincts with her pouch.

The officers of the Naaduvazhi are clearing people from the path to make way for the ruler. In their powerdrunk arrogance and pettiness, they are unable to distinguish between wayfarers and devotees. Mercilessly they insult devotees and trample on children to get them out of their way. The woman tries to balance her pouch of Manjadikuru so that she doesn’t lose them but the officers insult and mock her and physically shove her out of the area. The trumpeting of the Naaduvazhi’s elephant is heard. With a last push from the insolent officers, the woman falls down and the pouch falls open and all the red seeds get scattered all over. A tear from the woman's eye fall on the temple floor.

Immediately the Naaduvazhi’s elephant goes beserk and starts to run amok in the temple. People run for their lives as the mad elephant starts to destroy things within the temple. Unable to control the elephant, the Naaduvazhi prays to Krishna for a solution. A voice is heard from within the temple - “where is my Manjadikuru?” "where is my devotee, who you have insulted and hurt?” "where is my gift that she lovingly put together?”

Realizing their folly, the people apologize to the woman and start to gather the red seeds that are scattered all over. Filling her pouch for her, she is escorted to the sanctum sanctorum with her lucky red seeds. After her submission of the offering, the elephant returns to normal. In memory of that devotee’s offering, even to this day, a big uruli full of Manjadikuru are kept within the temple.




*Vishnu is part of the primary Hindu trinity godhead
** Krishna is considered an avatar/birth of Vishnu

23 comments:

Anonymous said...

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V.P.Jaiganesh said...

Oh this story is so lovely!!!
I wish you all the best in your endeavor to tell this story to a wider audience.!!!

Anonymous said...

Yet another one ... talking about things that are relevant to her on a personal note ... nice , go on make a movie about it ... your childhood memories and what not ... Malayalam movies have done that a lot ...

Thinks she is all intellectual , thinks she is going to bring a new wave upon Indian cinema with her little seeds and she will go to any extent to prove it , even make a dumb ass blog about it ... add snippets about her mom and her childhood ... Its just another piece of pretentious crap based on ideals evolved by looking down on others and hoping to create something different ... the result a vacous plot with an empty story ... No heart , No soul ... Just a whole lot of ambition !

When will you people stop being so nostalgic , cut the crap and begin making real movies ?

Manjadikuru said...

Thank you for your comments Massagem & V.P.Jaiganesh. Just to clarify that this folk tale is related to the custom of keeping Manjadikuru in the Guruvayur temple. However it is not the story of our film.

Cut_the_crap, thank you for your comments. It would be relevant for you to actually watch the film before 'critiquing' it, dont you think? :-)

Anonymous said...

Hi anjali

I have heard a lot about you and i really enjoyed reading your childhood stories.It reminded me so much about my childhood days and what i really feel bad is that my 2 little daughters will never get to enjoy all the fun and nature's beauty which we have very much enjoyed when we were their age.I am waiting to see your beautiful movie and i have heard that its done very well.Keep up ur good work.All the best for your future projects too.

Unknown said...

Hi Anjali,
Uma here again.Congrats...
We are all so happy that your hard work has finally been recognised at the international film festival at Trivandrum.We saw you getting the award on the T.V. news today and felt so happy for you and your family.Continue your good work and bring more laurels so that you can always be a good motivation to all.Congrats once again.Bye for now.Please let us know when the movie is released.

PCV said...

Nostalgic blog and post...Thanks.
Had a look at your blog after seeing that you just received the best debut Indian director award. Congrats and I look forward to watching your movie.....

Sukanya said...

On searching "Manjadikkuru", I happened to see your blog.
I happened to see a lot of Manjadikkuru on road, when visited Tvm Art Gallery, Zoo etc. and collected some which took me to my childhood.

Deepak Gopi said...

CONGRATS FOR WINNING THE AWARD.May God bless you to be successful in all your future ventures.
Good luck.

Mahesh said...

Good writing,,, n all the best.

Anonymous said...

Hey Anjali,
congrats on the award.
Im waiting like a church on a saturday....
when can i get to see the film ?
Pradeep Kalipurayath

Nikhilvishnupv said...

Hai, Anjali chechi..congratulations.. for the award in the film fest.. keep it up. Waiting to watch ur movie...Manjadikkuru..

Unknown said...

According to IMDB the film seems to have won a FIPRESCI. Pretty amazing on your first film!

When was the film released?

Sapna Anu B.George said...

Great to see you here too and all the best for your credencials and hights of glory.....My God take you to more relams of glory

An unknown Indian but not Nirad C Choudhari ofcourse said...

Dear Miss Anjali

The mythological story of manjadikkuru was interesting.Thank you for sharing the story which was pretty unknown. The statement “In their power drunk arrogance and pettiness, they are unable to distinguish between wayfarers and devotees” Caught my attention. This is an inequality still prevailing at the guruvayur temple. Those with power and money neednt have to wait for getting darshan while the poor and helpless have to wait in serpentine queues to bow before the lord. The statement she was escorted to the sanctum sanctorum raises the question that are women permitted inside the sanctum sanctorum?
I am interested in watching your film .please tell me where I can buy a DVD. Thank you

Ardra said...

Mothers make their children play with the 'Manjadikurus' in the 'uruli in the Guruvayur temple. Ammamma says that this will make the child as mischevious and robust as "Unnikrishnan' himself.

Wishing you the Very Best

Manjadikuru said...

Thank you for all your comments! Manjadikuru is yet to come out on dvd and in the theatres, but I do appreciate the interest that is shown. You may please check the website for updates www.manjadikuru.com.

As for updates on my work anjalimenon.wordpress.com

best,
AM.

salil | drishyan said...

നല്ല എഴുത്ത്....
Really looks forward to read ur malayalam....

സസ്നേഹം
ദൃശ്യന്‍

Anish said...

Thanks for such a nice Story.... know i knew why i see uruli full of Manjadi-kuru at Krishna temple...

Cheers,
Anish

Shantharam said...

I might be too late on this post. but what an effect it had. My heart felt a pain, my eyes were moist and i had goosebumps all over. Great writing, this story touched and bent a few chords in my heart. Thank You
Cheers
Shantharam

nimmz said...

Brings all my memories back!!! me and sis used to collect manjadikuru and literally count them. the tree has been cut down for some building works....sure miss it whnever i pass through that road in kowdiar. those were the innocent days.
we never had a vacation because we were lucky that we were born and brought up in Kerala. I got married and now set in London. whenever i see my 4 yr old son playing in the nearby park i wish we had a manjadikkuru tree here and wish i could tell him him how we enjoyed our childhood days. i really feel he is missing something!!!
anjali thanks for bringing my memories back...your movies are breathtaking.

Anonymous said...

Such a pertinent and lovely post. For me as a little girl the manjaadi kurus were always a fixture in a tiny uruli near the Guruvayoorappan photo amidst several other Gods in amma's little temple. I have carried on the tradition across the world in all the countries that i have lived in carrying the kurus with me to bless every home that i have brought up my children in. Your post brings to me several memories of my ancesteral home, of traditions, of festivals and naama japam. Thank you

Anonymous said...

I should digg your post so other folks can look at it, very useful, I had a tough time finding the results searching on the web, thanks.

- Murk