Reflecting on these pilgrimages, I realize that each trip to Tirupati holds unique memories. One such journey involved two colleagues from my bank who were walking to Tirupati—a remarkable feat. While I admired their determination, I never attempted the journey on foot myself. 

Another memorable trip was organized by a group of bank employees riding Vespa and Lambretta scooters. Although I didn’t own a scooter, I was invited to join, thanks to a colleague who lived in my colony. The scooter rides up and down the hill was a delight. We traveled slowly, chatting along the way, stopping whenever we pleased. After a wonderful darshan and the customary lunch at Bhima’s, we returned to Chennai the same day—a day well spent. 

Later, it was my turn to fulfill a vow. After applying for a promotion, I vowed to have my head tonsured if successful. The promotion came through, but by the time I could visit Tirupati, I was already married. My brother-in-law insisted on accompanying us for this pilgrimage. Imagine squeezing eight adults and two babies into an ambassador car during the rainy season! 

En route, we encountered a swollen river and a submerged bridge. Undeterred, we crossed on foot, guiding the car through knee-deep water. It was both thrilling and dangerous. Afterward, the car stalled, requiring a lot of pushing to restart. Despite the challenges, we made it to Tirupati, where I fulfilled my vow with a tonsure. My wife still jokes that I looked frightening with a shaved head! 

These experiences, though demanding, remain dear to me. 

Contd. 367. Steps to the Sanctorum - Part 4