The mesmerising legend of the birth of our sacred river, Cauvery, who we, Kodavas (martial race of agrarian highlanders in South India), worship as our mother, Cauveramme , has been told many times. But the sudden bubbling of water, the much awaited Cauvery Shankaramana and t heerthodbhava , that miraculous event which occurs unfailingly on the 17th or 18th of October, at a specified time, every year, at Talacauvery, the source, is a scientific marvel in itself! This year, it was at 7:50 PM, on the 17th. Our devotion and belief are unfettered, but today, my curiosity of decades finally got the better of me, and I hunted the internet down. If the legend is fascinating, the underlying hydrogeology, natural siphon physics, and groundwater pressure dynamics are mystifying. Stay with me through this fluid dance of legend and logic, myth and moment :) A marriage made in heaven, had a destiny to fulfil on the blessed land o...
Give it up indulgent Sun, you've parched the land aplenty. The mountains beyond pull their misty curtains tight and a million greens dance in glee. You've been harsh but Mercy's time has come. Retreat. Desist. You're undone. Hear the Thunder roll - heed its word. Even Lightning streaks its say. The Clouds have broken their pregnant pause... how long would you bind them away? Ah! The joy of sun-kissed trees, that flash of gold in grey when the clouds part just to let you in so your presence still holds sway... If only you knew your place in time your glory could still reign. Alas! You lost your plot today - Depart. Stay sublime. The mountains crave a drink of life. Begone and let them be. The rain is come and the land is numb... in relief, in respite and peace. It's kept its promise to its lot. It's kept the Earth here green. The Sky will testify to your ills, the Winds will heave a sigh. No thanks to you, the soil will sing ...