Fortunately
the vehicles of temple administration moved, as it were, smoothly on the metal
road for centuries. Nothing untoward either marred the routine work, nor barred
the planned activities. Among the Nambudris, some sceptics wanted to put his
word to test, and decided to know, how and where form would he come to lift them
during troubles. Soon they set the wheel in motion - observed fast and chanted
the hymns as directed. To their surprise, there appeared before their own eyes
Parasurama with a question mark face.
His enquiries met with mumbled and fumbled
answers. But an honest old priest bending low confessed the wanton mischief on
the part of a young chicks among them. Unable to bear the mischief, and swallow
their disbelief in him, using harsh words he disappeared saying that he would
never appear, come what may at any time. He kept
up his word. Yet his ethereal presence is traceable in every frame of the temple
building, and every syllable of the instructions he left for the progress of
theism. He is adored at this place along with the 'Thara', where he dwelt for
sometime.
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