SON
of
SHIVA
Legend of KARTIKEYA:
Champion of the Gods
Preetha Rajah Kannan
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Preetha Vetrivel Kannan
SON OF SHIVA
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Preetha Rajah Kannan is the author of Shiva in the City of Nectar, an enthralling collection of stories based on the revered Tamil text, Thiruvilayaadal Puranam. She is also the editor of Navagraha Purana, a translation of the eponymous Telugu work on the mythology of the nine planets, by celebrated author V. S. Rao. Kannan has contributed extensively to newspapers and magazines, such as The New Indian Express and The Express School Magazine. A homemaker and a mother of two boys, she lives with her family in Madurai, Tamil Nadu.
Son of Shiva
Preetha Rajah Kannan
To
MSP Rajah and Banumathi Rajah
For
The Gift of Life and Love Unconditional
Authors Note
Writing Son of Shiva has been a fascinating voyage, combining discovery with memories. I recovered treasured childhood tales and knit them with fresh insights and content.
Skanda, the aloof Vedic warrior god of the Skandapurana , takes on very personal connotations for us Tamilians. As a little girl, one of my cherished possessions was a slim, wooden cutout of Kartikeya, or Murugan The Beautiful One, as we fondly know him. He is the ancient god of our hills. We adore him as the embodiment of beauty, wisdom and valour and address him possessively as Tamil Kaduval Our God. He is many things at the same time: our intermediary with Shiva; the indomitable warrior who slays demons; the adorable child who sulks when his parents award his elder brother a coveted mango; his fathers mentor.
Thousands throng his temples on Thaipusam day to celebrate Shakti gifting him the mystic spear. Long lines of barefooted devotees carry kavadis on the pilgrimage route. These burdens run the gamut of devotion from simple pots of milk and semicircular pieces of wood, to cruel metal hooks and spears piercing tongues and cheeks. His victory over the demon Surapadma is annually enacted with fervor on the crowded Tiruchendur seashore. Reciting the Kanda Shasti Kavasam is a part of daily prayer in many households.
Son of Shiva is an amalgam of various sources, including oral tales passed on through generations, and temple murals and legends. I must particularly mention Dr. Akila Sivaramans Sri Kandhapuranam , and the precious nuggets I mined from http://murugan.org/index.htm and http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/index.htm.
My narrative is largely based on Kachiappa Shivachariars fourteenth-century magnum opus, Kandhapuranam . Legend holds that Shivachariar placed each days writing at the foot of the idol at the Kumara Kottam temple and returned the next morning to find his work edited by Kartikeya himself!
Dear Reader, heres hoping you enjoy the exploits of Kartikeya, Champion of Light.
As we say, Vetrivel Murugannukku Ara haro hara!
Our Salutations to Kartikeya, bearer of the Spear of Victory.
Contents
Prologue
Mammoth waves crashed against the shore in a frenzied lather of foam and mist. Forked lightning splintered the glowering sky. Dark clouds brooded over the ominous drumrolls of thunder, heralding the battle to come.
In the forefront of the amassed deva army, with the wind god at its reins, was Manovegam the golden chariot that could fly at any desired speed. Kartikeya, the commander-in-chief of the gods, stood majestically behind the charioteer. His six faces blazed with blinding beauty, surveying the earth, the sky and the four directions. The cockerel-emblazoned banner in his hand fluttered in the sea breeze and his divine spear, the golden vel, emitted dazzling sparks. A sword, mace, bow, arrow, staff, elephant-goad, trident, discus, conch and the thunderbolt vajra , gleamed in each of his other ten hands. Vishnu, on Garuda, hovered to one side of him; on the other was Brahma on his pristine white swan. Behind them stood Indra, mounted on the towering elephant Airavata, leading row upon row of gods on flying chariots, on handsome stallions pawing the ground, on enormous elephants swinging iron clubs in their trunks. Bringing up the rear was a host of gigantic bhutaganas , armed with truncheons, uprooted trees and massive boulders. The immense armys rearguard was swallowed up in the cloud of dust on the horizon.
The Devasenapati raised his flag. On cue, the blowing of thousands of conches was heard, the sound lingering in the shimmering columns of air. Drums beat a furious tattoo, accompanied by the deafening clash of cymbals and the clarion call of bugles.
The sky and the earth shook with the battle cry raised by millions of throats: Hara! Hara!
Vayudeva gave rein to Manovegam and the chariot dashed forward, rising up into the sky, followed by the deva host. In their wake, the ganas trudged through the ocean, churning up the waters, sending the denizens of the deep into swirls of panicked flight.
Kartikeyas army crossed the Southern Sea, and headed towards Mahendrapuri, the fabled island capital of the asura king Surapadma.
The roots of the epic battle to come were embedded in the annals of cosmic time, on a sunny afternoon on Mount Kailash
Part I
Daksha
The Conch Shell
The snows of Mount Kailash sparkled, as if reflecting the brilliance of the august assembly gathered in homage before Shiva. The mahayogi was immersed in transcendental meditation. Parvati, beauty incarnate, sat beside him, a benign smile lighting up her face. Vishnu and Brahma stood in reverence before the supreme lord, along with Surya, Chandra, Indra, Agni and the other guardians of the eight cardinal directions. The music of the gandharvas wafted softly on the blossom-scented breeze, melding with the devout chant of the ganas , Om namah Shivayah!
The air vibrated with tangible divinity as Shiva slowly emerged from his deep trance, smiled serenely at his audience and raised his right hand in the varadahasta of benediction.
As the gathered gods bowed in reverence, Parvati turned to her husband and remarked, rather smugly, it must be admitted, My lord, it is eminently fitting that the devas pay obeisance to us. It is but their overt acknowledgement of our sovereignty over the worlds. After all, it is you who ordain and define Brahmas and Vishnus respective roles as Creator and Protector. You alone hold the cosmos in your being of course, in my body and form.
The atmosphere darkened and a low rumbling punctuated Kailashs serene calm. Shivas ash-smeared body stiffened ominously.
Unaware of the incipient frown on her spouses brow, Parvati blithely continued, You control the workings of the universe, which lies in me. I am the embodiment of