Sholaimalai Princess

Chapter 3 - The rooster crows

When he reached the foothills of the Kumaralingam Solaimalai, the Amaradeepam of the Murugan Temple, which had shone on the hill and attracted him to it, disappeared into view. The scene looked like. Kumaralingam reached the ruined fort next to the Chola Hills just as the brightness of Venus was beginning to fade. His legs begged in exhaustion. His eyes and head were dizzy from the sleep that had overtaken him. ‘Can’t walk a little further anymore; One has to enter this ruined fort and look at a dilapidated hall somewhere. A place where there is no crowding. There is nothing less than a bond. ' He entered the fort through a path caused by the collapse of the wall. One of the most surprising thoughts then came to his mind. I remembered entering the fort sometime before to hide in an almost similar case. It is not clear when or why this happened.

When he came to the Murugan temple festival on this hill three years ago, he saw the ruined fort from above.Except did not enter into it. Then when might he have been there. What a crazy idea it was to go further into the castle and that intention was confirmed. Of course we've been here before, when he walked up and down the mound, the ditch, the rock and the car. But at the time it seemed that not all of these places were like this. Going a little further, it was revealed that there was a small hall among the trees in the forest. A short distance away, a building was found with only the ground floor crumbling and the ground floor crumbling. The hall and the building beyond seemed familiar to him. It is not clear just when and in what manner. I could not think well and remember because of sleep apnea. ‘Everything can lie down and sleep in this hall for a while. After waking up, you can think with a clear mind. ' A pillar sat on the edge of the hall to carry that resolution. The basement was not so comfortable. The bomb was a pit and a stone and a lump. Nothing to put on the head. Yet I can no longer cope with a minute of sleep; Kumaralingam thought that he should lie down with his hand folded over his head. Then somewhere from a nearby village came the sound of a rooster crowing 'Kokkarakko'. 'Kokkarakko Kokkarakko Kokkarakko'

When the rooster crows 'Kokkarako' for the third time, a great miracle took place in front of Kumaralingam's eyes to say Indra Jalam or Mahendra Jalam. The hall where he sat became the brand new beautiful spring hall. The forest around the hall in a moment became a garden of flowering plants and trees. The dilapidated building next to it became a palace with three-tiered cushioned ornate carvings, and on either side of it were other beautiful buildings with buildings plastered with pearl limestone in the dim light of the gorge. The undamaged fort walls and the planes above the fort gates appeared to be dim but in full shape. All these magical transformations took place one after the other within a few seconds and stunned Kumaralingam. At the same time, the sound of Nathaswaram playing in the palace gate and the sound of Nagara at the entrance of the fort could be heard. Kumaralingam was reminded throughout the miraculous history of the old fort as the vast expanse of plains gleamed in the good darkness.

It is absolutely true that he entered the fort on a previous occasion in almost the same manner; No doubt about it. Today, about a hundred years ago, two large settlements became famous along the Western Ghats in the southern part of the country. There are about 300 villages under the rule of each dynasty. The two colonists, who were Palanthamil inhabitants belonging to the Maravar class, ruled as ton monarchs with complete independence. The barracks below subdued them. Above there is no great government to exercise power over them or ask for ransom, so they had warriors and warriors who would oppose them if anyone came to ask for ransom. Large fortified forts that can withstand prolonged siege in the Chola Hills and MaranendalExcept did not enter into it. Then when might he have been there. What a crazy idea it was to go further into the castle and that intention was confirmed. Of course we've been here before, when he walked up and down the mound, the ditch, the rock and the car. But at the time it seemed that not all of these places were like this. Going a little further, it was revealed that there was a small hall among the trees in the forest. A short distance away, a building was found with only the ground floor crumbling and the ground floor crumbling. The hall and the building beyond seemed familiar to him. It is not clear just when and in what manner. I could not think well and remember because of sleep apnea. ‘Everything can lie down and sleep in this hall for a while. After waking up, you can think with a clear mind. ' A pillar sat on the edge of the hall to carry that resolution. The basement was not so comfortable. The bomb was a pit and a stone and a lump. Nothing to put on the head. Yet I can no longer cope with a minute of sleep; Kumaralingam thought that he should lie down with his hand folded over his head. Then somewhere from a nearby village came the sound of a rooster crowing 'Kokkarakko'. 'Kokkarakko Kokkarakko Kokkarakko'

When the rooster crows 'Kokkarako' for the third time, a great miracle took place in front of Kumaralingam's eyes to say Indra Jalam or Mahendra Jalam. The hall where he sat became the brand new beautiful spring hall. The forest around the hall in a moment became a garden of flowering plants and trees. The dilapidated building next to it became a palace with three-tiered cushioned ornate carvings, and on either side of it were other beautiful buildings with buildings plastered with pearl limestone in the dim light of the gorge. The undamaged fort walls and the planes above the fort gates appeared to be dim but in full shape. All these magical transformations took place one after the other within a few seconds and stunned Kumaralingam. At the same time, the sound of Nathaswaram playing in the palace gate and the sound of Nagara at the entrance of the fort could be heard. Kumaralingam was reminded throughout the miraculous history of the old fort as the vast expanse of plains gleamed in the good darkness.

It is absolutely true that he entered the fort on a previous occasion in almost the same manner; No doubt about it. Today, about a hundred years ago, two large settlements became famous along the Western Ghats in the southern part of the country. There are about 300 villages under the rule of each dynasty. The two colonists, who were Palanthamil inhabitants belonging to the Maravar class, ruled as ton monarchs with complete independence. The barracks below subdued them. Above there is no great government to exercise power over them or ask for ransom, so they had warriors and warriors who would oppose them if anyone came to ask for ransom. Large fortified forts that can withstand prolonged siege in the Chola Hills and MaranendalThere were. It was at that time that the rule of the 'Company' spread throughout India. White merchants who came to buy and sell goods first mobilized soldiers to protect their property.

Then they took over the country with those forces and started ruling. The monarchy took place in the name of the East India Company. Those who came for business need not say what its slogan would be if the government started running. The main objective of the company government was to collect material as quickly as possible. They began to expand the kingdom further after seeing that business was going well and profits were quadrupled if the country's monarchy was in hand. They brought some territories under their rule by peaceful means without fighting and casualties. They brought some maharajas with them, giving them suit boots to wear, hunting rifles, level glasses and a razor blade to look beautiful. Knowing who the enemy was to the respective colonists and promising to annihilate the enemy with a pound, they persuaded some to acknowledge their supremacy by using the hereditary hospitality of the Indians to make some of the Chitrasars and zamindars the closest allies of the British Company rule. Those who were friends this year were enslaved the next year.

During all this time, Maharajathiraja Veeraramalinga Kulothunga Rudrathevar, who had laid the scepter in the ancient lion sanctuary of the Sholaimalai fort, became a close friend of the British Company. The Maharaja of Cholaimalai had already heard a great deal about the marvelous abilities of the white caste who sailed and traded overseas. So the Maharaja's delight was over when an Englishman came to the Chola hill with guns and bullets and greeted the Maharaja with a big salute and said that he wanted to hunt down the Chola hill fort next to the forest. He went hunting. The Englishman taught him to use a g*n. An initial friendship like this soon matured into a close friendship. The sweet and intoxicating liquor brought by the Englishman from Seemai greatly aided the maturation of their friendship. Within a few days some of the Englishman's friends came to hunt in the desert forests.