I waited for two hours for the darshan, but couldn't have it. Since waiting any longer would affect my office work (I had come to the nearby junction to do the inspection), with a kumbidu (joining palms in reverence) from staying afar, I went to attend my work.
Two hours later, an assistant from SriMaTham came to the railway station and told me that Periyavaa had asked him to bring me.
"Tell me exactly what Periyavaa told you."
"Go and look in the Satara station. That Ramaswamy would be doing the inspection there. Ask him to come", he said.
Finishing my work in a hurry, I went for the darshan. In a bid to seek his pardon, "Periyavaa was very busy. I could not get back to my headquarters without finishing the work, (or else) my higher officials would shout at me...", I started.
Periyavaa did not seem to mind my reply at all. "What do you want?" he asked me.
At that time, there was only one problem in my mind--my daughter's marriage.
"My daughter should get married in a good place. Appa is much pestering me. He too sends the jAtakam (horoscope) to many people, asking for the varan jAtakam (horoscope of the boy). Most people don't reply. The horoscopes that arrived did not match..."
"Only that? Alright, go. I shall conduct your daughter's marriage."
This clear reply astonished me. 'I shall conduct...'
It seemed that a rain of ice was showered on me. Only those who encountered such unexpected attack of pleasure can understand my position then. Thinking no further, in a naive way I asked him at once, "satyamAgach cholReLA (you say it in truth)?"
Such a question to the satya svarUpam! (Thinking about it even now gives me shivers.)
The karuNai vaLLal (patron of compassion) smiled slowly. That was all. This incident at that time wasn't recorded deep in my mind.
Going back home, I got immersed in my work. Two months later, a letter came from Mumbai. The reply with the horoscope of the boy, to the letter my father wrote sometime back that was not in memory.
The horoscopes were in agreement. With the other formalities finished, the marriage also took place.
A gap of over two years.
SriMaTham camp in Kurnool.
Myself, my daughter and her child went for darshan of Periyavaa.
Keeping the child at PeriyavaaL's feet under his graceful look, we were replying to his inquiries. (The child meantime went to sleep.)
After Periyavaa gave prasAdam, I took leave with my daughter and walked four or five steps back.
It seemed that Periyavaa called us back with a snap of his finger. We turned back.
"How am I to do rakSaNa (protect) of this child, keeping it in the MaTham? Take it away!"
We were overwhelmed with embarrassment. In the pErAnanda (great joy) of PeriyavaaL's darshan, we totally forgot about the child!
My daughter ran and took the child in her arms. Periyavaa then told SriKaNtan, his assistant nearby, "Ask him if it is satisfactory for Ramaswamy."
We did not understand. Why such a question now? We are only taking leave in happiness?
We could not reply.
"Ask what his daughter's name is."
"Uma!", I said.
"mAppiLLai pEru (the bridegroom's name)?"
"Alright... you should not blame me. I have conducted the marriage only after taking care of the peyar poruttham ('matching of the names)!"
Tears poured down my eyes. Such a power of remembrance? Such an anugraham? The puNya (merits) of a kOti janmam (one crore births) would perhaps fructify collectively in this way.