PROLOGUE

His promptitude signifies the magnitude of his compassion, and justifies my venerable admiration. I owe a great deal to Sri Chandra Sekhar, artist, TTD., for adorning the title page with his sturdy brush and as usual he simply nodded to my request and gave it in time. Hence the expression of reverence. In the routine way, of course, my son, K. Kiran Kumar attended to the mailing work promptly, and daughter, K.Kavitha along with her mother devoted her little leisure to reading of proofs with all care; they merit mention for their unstinted co-operation, and it deserve God's compassion.

I owe my soulful salutations to MOTHER Adi Parasakti, whose pervading power alone flowed down through my pen to making it a book of my liking and a treasure-trove fit to adorn the classical shelf of every library.

Would my Prostrations to Balaji, the Almighty Providence absolve me from sin of pilferage of His treasure, made in the name of justifying His infinite sports to the world? I fear not. Even soulful circumambulation of His sanctum hundred times, non-stop too; for, I'm deliberately resorting to pilfering again and again, when millions and millions undergoing countless hardships are visiting to offer their precious to Him. When that gloom was looming large, a bright shaft descending with a dazzle tore it and said, " Hey! simpleton, know you not my treasure is inexhaustible ........ worry not about ..... it carry on."  Enlightened, I tried to measure the depth of His Omni compassionate heart, but not, and sure I'll ever in this life. So. I started ' Sahasranamavali ' squatting at His fragrant Lotus feet and ended with a couplet:

Oh! My Lord Balaji, bless thy child's babbles 
To become immortal like the saints parables.

Presuming thy murmur to be Amen! thank you profusely before saying Bye .... Bye....

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