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.
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.
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
My Lord Balaji, bless thy child's babbles
To become immortal like the saints parables.
thy murmur to be Amen! thank you profusely before saying Bye .... Bye....