Climbing Chamundi Hill: 1,001 Steps with a Storyteller and a Reluctant Pilgrim [NOOK Book]


An American traveler in India chances upon an old storyteller, who joins him on his pilgrimage to the top of a holy hill and along the way shares the authentic flavor of India through stories of courtesans and kings, holy men and thieves, talking animals, and mythical lands. Many of them are translated here by Glucklich for the first time from the ancient Sanskrit.

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An American traveler in India chances upon an old storyteller, who joins him on his pilgrimage to the top of a holy hill and along the way shares the authentic flavor of India through stories of courtesans and kings, holy men and thieves, talking animals, and mythical lands. Many of them are translated here by Glucklich for the first time from the ancient Sanskrit.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Religion scholar Glucklich (Sacred Pain: Hurting the Body for the Sake of the Soul) presents 30 ancient Hindu folktales, slotting them into the contrived story of an unnamed American biologist in South India. While walking barefoot near the sacred site of Chamundi Hill (simply because he wants to dry his wet sneakers), the narrator meets P.K. Shivaram, a retired librarian, who mistakes the biologist for a pilgrim and takes pity on his tender foreign feet. As they approach the 1,001 steps leading to a 12th-century Chamundi temple, the "tiny wrinkled man in brown polyester pants and worn out rubber thongs" distracts the biologist from his aching feet by telling him pilgrimage stories. The rather preachy riddles and fables, some of which are translated from Sanskrit for the first time, feature casts of kings, demons and talking animals and deliver pat moral lessons. The narrator and librarian dissect each tale on a metaphorical journey to Nirvana-a technique that feels irksomely artificial-and Glucklich dumbs down his American narrator (says the narrator to his guide: "First Shiva, now Vishnu-you know, I never could figure out your complicated polytheism"). In a few instances, Glucklich presents meaningful reflections: "No event in your life is a simple objective fact. It always means something to the memory-processing mind." Still, the flashes of substance feel isolated within a narrative that struggles to reach enlightenment. (Dec.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Located near Mysore, Chamundi Hill is one of the eight most sacred hills in South India, and its 1001 steps lead to a temple built in the 12th century. Glucklich (Hinduism, Georgetown Univ.; Sacred Pain: Hurting the Body for the Sake of the Soul) uses a fictional journey up the steps by an old Indian man and a young American biologist as a vehicle for presenting and explaining the 30 ancient Indian stories he has translated and assembled into this collection. The telling of the stories, and the questions the old man asks after each story, lead the young man toward spiritual enlightenment and an understanding of the nature of life. Glucklich's translations from Sanskrit are clear and accessible to readers not versed in Indian philosophies, and the intervening conversations serve to clarify the meaning of the tales. A shortcoming is that this study has no explanation of the origin and evolution of the stories and their context in Indian culture, which would have made this study more valuable as an academic source. Recommended for public library and academic collections emphasizing accessible reading on spiritual development.-Jerry Shuttle, East Tennessee State Univ. Lib., Johnson City Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
India Today
“Draws deeply on Indian tradition ... a worthy addition to this venerable genre.”
Bloomsbury Review
“This charmed book could be Aesop’s fables Indian style or provide a week of dandy bedtime stories for grown-ups.”
Dallas Morning News
This book contains eloquently told stories, many translated from Sanskrit, originally told hundreds of years ago--mystical and moving.
Washington Post
“These tales of gods and demons seek to compel readers on their own pilgrimage toward enlightenment.”
Arkansas Democrat-Gazette
Many Americans will welcome the publication of Climbing Chamundi Hill, a novel set in India, filled with universal spiritual truth.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061850462
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/13/2009
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 1,150,856
  • File size: 543 KB

Meet the Author

Ariel Glucklich is a professor at Georgetown University. He is the author ofSacred Pain: Hurting the Body for the Sake of the Soul, Climbing Chamundi Hill, and The Strides of Vishnu.

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First Chapter

Climbing Chamundi Hill
1001 Steps with a Storyteller and a Reluctant Pilgrim

The Leper

Just to the west of this district was a land of luxurious mountain forests. The ruler of that paradise was an avid hunter who favored the more defenseless animals for his game.

One day he spotted a young buck grazing at the edge of a clearing and raised his weapon for a kill. Just as he was about to release the bowstring, a strange figure appeared between the animal and his arrow. The king lowered the bow and squinted, for what he saw astounded him. He could tell it was a man, possibly old, but so badly misshapen that it was hard to be sure. The man's skin was blotchy with large ulcerous spots, many of them oozing a yellowish-gray fluid, and large flakes were peeling off. His hair was wildly disheveled and dusty, his black teeth protruding through distorted lips. He was naked but for some filthy rags around his bony waist; his emaciated body was crooked like the branch of an old olive tree. As the king lowered his bow, the hideous creature prostrated itself in exaggerated humility.

"I am so sorry for interrupting your hunt, Your Majesty. Please forgive me ... "

But the king was too bewildered to mind. "Who are you?" he asked. "And what is the matter with you? Are you sick, or are you a demonic spirit? You have the appearance of a ghoul, but your eyes look sad as only human eyes can be."

The man approached, lowering himself further. "I am no demon, sir, but a pathetic mortal here to protect this innocent animal."

"So your interference with the royal hunt was not an accident?" boomed the king in a thunderous, majestic rage. "Don't you know that I am the king and lord of all these lands? Why is this animal worth losing your life for?"

"Your Majesty, I know the forest belongs to you." The man remained low at the king's feet. His voice, surprisingly, gave no evidence of fear. "But I am here to protect you too."

At this the king broke into laughter. "Protect me? What could you possibly mean by that?"

The man hesitated briefly before speaking. "This awful condition that you see, it's leprosy. I did not always look like this." He sank into a sad reverie for a few moments, then continued. "It's a moral disease. You don't just become a leper; it finds you if you commit a sin. With Your Majesty's indulgence, I shall tell you what happened."

The king nodded and dismounted, and the two men sat in the shade of a banyan tree. The leper kept a respectful distance from the king, but immediately began his story.

"Many years ago I owned a farm in the foothills of the magnificent Himalayan range, far to the north. My land bordered on meadows and forests in which a variety of fruit trees and brilliant flowers grew, where bees hummed as they produced nectarlike honey. Into that heavenly wilderness one day my favorite cow wandered, so I went looking for her. For days I searched, but there were too many canyons and ravines in which the dense thicket could hide an entire herd of cows. Despair robbed me of all sense of time and direction -- I soon became lost. I grew hungry and tired but kept looking for my precious cow. Then I saw a large tinduka tree rich with ripe fruits growing on the edge of a precipice overlooking a river with majestic waterfalls. It was a frightening place, but I climbed the tree like a fool, looking to reach the ripest fruit at the very end of the overhanging branches. Suddenly the branch to which I was clinging broke, and I fell down, screaming in terror.

"I plunged into the water, reaching the bottom instantly. Fortunately, I managed to push off. The current and fate then swept me onto dry land. I was shivering from the shock and the cold water, but felt lucky to find my body intact. After some time I began to look around for a way to get out, but the place was a trap. The river ran down the canyon, churning through noisy rapids, walled on both sides with sheer rock cliffs. There was no getting out. I saw a few tinduka fruits, which are too sweet by the time they fall from the tree to the ground. Still, I fed on these and drank from the river. In a matter of days -- it was obvious -- I would be dead. There was no point in yelling, for no traveler would likely come by that remote place. Despondent, I sank to the ground and stayed there, crying and eating the dwindling supply of fruit.

"On the fourth day of my imprisonment there -- I was already delirious with despair -- I heard a voice from the top of the cliff. 'Who are you down there? Are you man or animal?' I couldn't see the caller, but I cried back as loudly as I could, 'I'm a man. I fell down a few days ago while looking for my cow.'

"'Are you hurt?' the strange raspy voice asked kindly. I managed to focus my eyes on a form above the cliff just under the fruit tree. It was a large black ape with shiny eyes. I hesitated before answering, 'I'm not hurt, but I am in great distress. I fear that I shall die soon.'

"'Don't lose hope,' I heard him say, 'I'll get you out of there. But first let me bring you some nourishment.' The ape disappeared and shortly thereafter a shower of ripe fruit descended on me: bananas, mangoes, and berries. They landed all around, but I ate reluctantly because I was sick of fruit. Meanwhile, the ape disappeared again. He later told me that he went looking for a sack, which he filled with rocks, in order to practice carrying me up the cliff ...

Climbing Chamundi Hill
1001 Steps with a Storyteller and a Reluctant Pilgrim
. Copyright © by Ariel Glucklich. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2004

    The Hindu art of story telling and stories.

    This book is a readable therefor well written peek into how stories and their discussion can reveal spiritual insights. The stories are simple enough but with questioning they open doors at different levels. Ariel Glucklich has done a masterful job.

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