Lord Muruga and the Granny, Avvaiyar
The Learned Granny, Avvaiyar
The Tamil Language is an ancient language and also it is categorized as a classical Language. The language generated lots of wonderful scholars whose works had been translated into different other foreign languages. Thiru-Valluvar who lived 2000 years ago and produced ‘Thiru-Kural’ was one among such great scholars and another one is ‘Granny Avaiyar’ who was an exceptional poet and also a wonderful disciple of Lord Muruga, the second son of Lord Shiva.
This is a story is about Granny Avvaiyar and Lord Muruga.
Granny Avvaiyar was a fantastic Tamil poet who lived a very long time ago in Tamil areas of the Southern part of India. She didn’t have any relatives and so lived as if she was an orphan. However she was a learned scholar and as a result, she had access to Kings Palaces and also in their courts at any time. She did not have any type of long-lasting place to live for and so often travel around by strolling.
She wrote several poems for youngsters like you to abide by a strongly disciplined life.
Granny Avvai’s poems such as ‘Aaththisoodi’, ‘Konraiventhan’, etc which have been served as pleasant simple poems that instruct youngsters great deals about living in the right way.
Here are some of the short words poems of Granny Avvaiyar:
‘Mathiyathar Thalai-vassal Mithiyaathey’ means ‘Never step-on the doorsteps of those who do not respect you’
‘Enn-Eluththu Ihalel’ means ‘Never, ever ignore the importance of learning’
‘Eeatpathu Iehalvu’ means ‘Begging is a disgrace’ (and so work hard to earn)
(You can see a list of ‘Aaththisoodi’ at the end of this story)
She has been applauded by everyone as an excellent female poet of all time that the Tamil language found.
Dear children, now, we welcome you all to read a pleasant little story about our poet granny Avvaiyar and our great playful God, Lord Murugan.
As with other tales on this site, we hope this also will definitely delight you.
Cozy or Chilly Fruits for the Granny Avvaiyar?
We have indicated to you earlier that Avvaiyar was a great poet. No one determined properly yet about the native place where she was born.
Yet, she belonged to the whole Tamil globe, and while she was alive, she used to wander all over Tamil areas, teaching young children on great principles via her sweet little poems. While roaming in villages, she ate whatever meals the people of that village offered her with love.
Wherever she traveled, kids used to gather around her shouting fondly,” ‘Grandma’, ‘Grandma’, sing a sweet song for us!” and she obliged with new sweet songs for them.
Great Devotee of Lord Muruga
Avvaiyar was a great devotee of Lord Murugan. She worshipped Lord Murugan as her dearest God. She did not have a family or kids for herself, but, considered all kids she meets up in the villages as her own grandchildren, loved them all, and instructed them with her really good moral poems and songs.
As such, Avvaiyar had treated Lord Murugan also as her God-child and loved him with great devotion.
Granny’s Pilgrimage to Pazhani
Once, she wanted to see the renowned Murugan temple called Pazhani which was located at the top of a big hill. As she was poor and could not afford any mode of transport such as horse or bullock cart, she was walking towards the temple, glorifying Lord Murugan.
On the way, she occurred to pass a thick forest where she found it really hard to walk on the rough way. As she had actually been walking from the morning, she was incredibly weary and famished.
She had no meals. So, she looked occasionally for any type of tree which bears edible fruits or roots.
The Tree with fruits and a…
At a brief distance, she discovered a Jambu tree that bore a lot of sweet Jambu fruits (Rose Apple) on its branches.
The fruits looked ripe and yummy as well as Avvaiyar wished to eat some fruits. Yet, as the tree was really high, the old granny might not climb up the tree to collect the fruits.
She was older and also fragile. She thought that it would be a lot better if there was anyone who can be of assistance to pick up some fruits. And on nearing the tree, there she saw a little boy sitting on a branch of the Jambu tree itself.
The Illiterate Little Shepherd Boy
Avvaiyar felt happy. She looked upon the face of the little boy. The boy looked gorgeous with an innocent but playful face. But he undoubtedly looked illiterate, a village boy. Avvaiyar thought that he might be a shepherd boy and of course, she was right. There was some buffaloes grazing grass at a little distance away from the tree.
‘This boy seems like an illiterate, village boy that tends to buffaloes for his living. It is actually a shame to beg of such an ignorant boy’s help to fill my tummy and also quench my thirst,’ the learned Granny thought with little ego.
But, the extreme hunger and tiredness joined together to urge her to request the boy’s help to get at least some of those rich and tasty fruits.
So, Avvaiyar went near the tree and called the boy,” Hey, little boy, I have actually been walking since the morning. I am exhausted and also starving. Will you be of some help to pluck some of those Jambu fruits from the tree to enable me to eat as well as relieve my thirst?”
The shepherd boy looked down at the old woman and laughed divinely.
“Okay, grandmother, I will pluck some fruits for you. Yet, advise me one thing initially. Do you want cozy (warm) fruits or chilly (cold) fruits?” he asked funnily.
Avvaiyar stood perplexed. She had learned a great deal in Tamil literature gained enough knowledge and also discussed a lot of it with much-learned scholars. She had actually learned of lots of trees as well as many fruits and flowers. Yet, nowhere in the world had she become aware of a ‘cozy fruit’ or ‘chilly fruit’ fresh from a tree. But, as that illiterate shepherd boy spoke about a cozy fruit, she thought that there must be some fun behind that.
So, she made up her mind and asked, “Okay, little boy, give me some cozy fruits!”.
The Granny and- the Shepherd Boy
The boy laughed once again and shook a branch of the tree which was full of ripe fruits.
A lot of ripe fruits and green fruits fell off to the ground below from that branch.
Granny Avvaiyar went near the tree eagerly and picked a couple of the fruits which looked appropriately ripe to consume.
The fruits looked ripe, yet there were some soil particles staying with the fruits.
In order to take out the soil bits, Avvaiyar sealed her lips and blew air heavily on the fruits similar to what we do to cool down a very warm cup of tea or coffee.
Seeing that, the shepherd boy giggled heartily and asked her, “Granny, are the fruits too cozy? ..mm. m, mmm …, blow well, blow well.”
Avvaiyar, who had actually not expected such an inquiry from that shepherd boy stood in astonishment. She recognized then that the boy previously referred to the ripe fruits as ‘cozy fruits’ and unripe green fruits as ‘chilly fruits’ to tease her.
She felt embarrassed by the fact that she was defeated by an illiterate shepherd boy. She wanted to beg for his forgiveness for thinking low of him as an illiterate boy, and so looked up the tree for him.
The boy was not to be seen there.
The Lord and the Granny
But, suddenly, at the middle of that thick hilly forest, Lord Murugan appeared before her and giggled divinely with love and admiration.
Lord Murugan was seated on his beautiful peacock and also looked divinely magnificent. He held his powerful weapon, the spear in his hand.
“My dear Grandma Avvai, I recognized that you were tired and famished and that there is nobody to assist you in this thick forest. That is why I came right here to help you. In the meantime, I wanted to tease you a little. You yourself have actually educated all that we ought not to evaluate people by their appearance.
You are a much-learned and also talented Tamil poet. I bless you with a long and also worthwhile life on this earth”, Lord Murugan blessed her as he disappeared.
Feeling very pleased that her dearest God himself had actually come there to assist her and bless her, Grandma Avvai sang several stunning songs glorifying Lord Murugan and worshipped the Lord with love.