Month: February 2004
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Amma: the traffic light
Andhra Pradesh, Bharata Yatra 2004 Amma has been touring India for so long now. And over the years Amma’s children throughout the world have heard so many stories about Amma during the tours, so many fantastic stories like the time Amma went into samadhi in the freezing waters of the Haridwar Ganga; the time Amma…
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Mangalavarsham!
Bharata Yatra 2004 Tuesday, 17 February 2004 — Mangalore, Karnataka The last programme Amma gave in Mangalore took place in a town hall, with less than 3,000 people in attendance. That was nine years ago. This time it was in a sports stadium, packed to near capacity—some 90,000 people. Indeed, looking out at the sea…
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A night of laughter
Bharata Yatra 2004 Friday, 13 February 2004 — Talassery, Kerala Talassery is a small fishing community where you can always see kids playing football and fishermen mending nets on the shore. Amma’s relatively small ashram there is just across the road from the beach. It was built six years ago. Amma installed a Brahmasthanam temple…
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A mother’s love for her children
Bharata Yatra 2004 Thursday, 12 February 2004 – Kannur Public Programme “What do a priest, a football player, an industrialist and a politician have in common?” It sounds like the setup to a good joke, but there is no punch line—simply another testament to Amma’s ability to bring disparate groups of people together, as this…
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Amma belongs to the world
Bharata Yatra 2004 Thursday, 12 February 2004 — Kannur Public Programme At four in the afternoon, hundreds of devotees and schoolchildren of Kannur Amrita Vidyalayam started lining up for a colorful procession that would go right through the center of Kannur and then on to the sports stadium where Amma’s program was being held. The…
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Leaving Amritapuri… Again
Bharat Yatra 2004 Wednesday, 11 February 2004 – Amritapuri It’s always the same—the girls waiting by Amma’s stairs, the others queuing up in hopes of touching Her hand, the eagles soaring above. Leaving: if you are one of Amma’s children at Amritapuri—or anywhere else in the world, for that matter—you get used to such scenes.…