The Scriptures disclose to us that it is as hard to follow the way a wise seeks after, as it is to draw a line denoting the course a fledgling takes noticeable all around while on its wings. Most people must be content with a moderate and relentless trip towards the objective. Be that as it may, a couple are conceived adepts, flying relentless to the regular home of all creatures: The Supreme Self. Humankind takes heart when such a sage shows up, and however unfit to keep pace with him, feels elevated by his essence and has a preview of the felicity before which common delights pale into nothing. Incalculable individuals who went to Tiruvannamalai amid the lifetime of Sri Ramana Maharshi had this experience. They found in him a sage without minimal touch of experience, a holy person of supreme virtue, an observer to the interminable truth of Vedanta. It isn't regularly that a profound virtuoso of Sri Ramana's extent visits this world. At the point when such an occasion happens, the entire of humankind benefits and another period of expectation opens before it.
Around thirty miles south of Madurai is a town — Tiruchuli by name — with an old Siva sanctuary about which two incredible Tamil holy people, Sundaramurti and Manikkavacakar, have sung. In this sacrosanct town there lived in the last piece of the nineteenth century an uncertified pleader, Sundaram Aiyar with his significant other Alagammal. Devotion, commitment and philanthropy described this perfect couple. Sundaram Aiyar was liberal even past his methods. Alagammal was a perfect Hindu spouse. On the 30th of December 1879, to them was conceived Venkataraman — who later came to be referred to the world as Ramana Maharshi. It was a promising day for Hindus, the Ardradarsanam day. On this day consistently the picture of the Dancing Siva, Nataraja, is removed from the sanctuaries in parade to commend the celestial beauty of the Lord who showed up before such holy people as Gautama, Patanjali, Vyaghrapada, and Manikkavacaka. In the year 1879, on the Ardra day, the Nataraja picture of the sanctuary at Tiruchuli was taken out with all the chaperon functions — and similarly as it was going to re-enter, Venkataraman was conceived.
There was nothing especially unmistakable about Venkataraman's initial life. He grew up a normal kid. He was sent to a grade school in Tiruchuli, and after that for a year's instruction to a school in Dindigul. His dad passed on when he was twelve years of age. This required moving to Madurai with the family to live with his fatherly uncle, Subbaiyar. There he was sent to Scott's Middle School and after that to the American Mission High School. He was not under any condition genuine about his investigations, an apathetic understudy. Yet, as he was a sound and solid chap; his classmates and different friends feared his quality. Whenever some of them had any grievance against him, they would set out play tricks with him just when he was snoozing. In this amazingly profound rest, he was fairly bizarre: he would not know about anything that transpired amid rest. He would be diverted or even whipped without his waking simultaneously.
It was obviously unintentionally that Venkataraman found out about Arunachala when he was sixteen years old. One day an elderly relative approached the family in Madurai. The kid asked him where he had originated from. The relative answered 'From Arunachala'. The very name 'Arunachala' went about as an enchantment spell on Venkataraman, and with clear fervor he put his next inquiry, 'What! From Arunachala! Where is it?' And he got the answer that Tiruvannamalai was Arunachala.
Alluding to this episode later, the Sage says in one of his psalms to Arunachala: 'Goodness, awesome ponder! As an insentient slope it stands. Its activity is troublesome for anybody to get it. From my youth it appeared to my insight that Arunachala was something exceptionally incredible.
In any case, notwithstanding when I came to know through another that it was the same as Tiruvannamalai I didn't comprehend its significance. While, stilling my brain, it attracted me up to it, and I approached, I found that it was the Immovable.' Quickly following the occurrence, which pulled in Venkataraman's thoughtfulness regarding Arunachala, there was another occasion that likewise added to the turning of the kid's psyche to the more profound estimations of most profound sense of being. He risked to lay his hands on a duplicate of Sekkilar's Periyapuranam, which relates the lives of the Saiva holy people. He read the book and was excited by it. This was the primary bit of religious writing he read. The case of the holy people intrigued him; and in the inward openings of his heart, something reacted positively. With no clear arrangement, a yearning emerged in him to copy the soul of renunciation and commitment that constituted the embodiment of righteous life.
The profound experience for which Venkataraman was currently sincerely wishing came to him soon, and surprisingly. It was about the center of the year 1896; Venkataraman was seventeen at that point. One day he was sitting up alone on the principal floor of his uncle's home. He was in his standard wellbeing — there was nothing amiss with him. Be that as it may, a sudden and unmistakable dread of death grabbed hold — he believed he would bite the dust. Why this inclination ought to have come to him he didn't have the foggiest idea. The sentiment approaching demise, be that as it may, did not panic him. He serenely contemplated what he ought to do. He said to himself, 'Now, passing has come. What does it mean? Would could it be that is passing on? This body passes on'. Promptly from there on he set down, extending his appendages and holding them solid as if thoroughness mortis had set in. He held his breath and kept his lips firmly shut, so that to all outward appearance h