Full Circle

      A racy story for the uninhibited         

 

October 2006

Hilton's Story

Chapter 18  The Tamils

Rameswaram by the Sea

           The group boarded the bus early in the morning for the trip to Rameswaram, an island town on the tip of land that almost reaches to Sri Lanka. It was nearly fours hours later on bumpy roads that they crossed the Pamban Bridge to enter the city. Like so many places in India Rameswaram is filled with mystery and stories or the ancient gods. Hindus bath in the tranquil waters of the local Theertham or pool to remove their accumulated sins where it is said that Lord Rama worshipped Lord Shiva before and after his war with King Ravana. Construction of the Ramanathaswamy Temple began in the 12th century and it took until the 19th century to be completed giving 350 years for many different rulers to contribute to its beauty. The temple features a main corridor measuring 1220 meters in length resplendent with carvings on the walls, pillars and ceilings.

           The bus stopped at the Hotel Tamil Nadu and a weary and thirsty group emerged to repeat the process of establishing themselves in their rooms. The schedule called for two full days here and then to migrate on to Kumbakonan.

           Hilton preferred to visit the coral islands and reefs around the island rather than spend more time looking at temples. The Kurusadai islands were recommended as the place to explore and the nearby Gulf of Mannar is a bio-sphere reserve. He asked the concierge if there was a diving shop in the area and arrangements were made to go out the next day. Bob and two other couples decided to join him this time. They would not be near the sea again in as nice a place as this for diving and relaxing.

            Kay was not happy that Hilton was going diving again and decided to spend the day relaxing near the water and possibly take the glass bottomed boat tour. Several of the other ladies thought it would be a great idea since the temples were beginning to all look the same.

           As the dive boat roared out into the Gulf Hilton asked the Dive Master about the situation with the Tamils and the Hindus in India and how the civil war in Sri Lanka affected them. The Dive Master was a typical Tamil, dark skinned and swarthy unlike the Caucasoid Indians who also lived in Tamilnadu. He was reluctant to say much at first and Hilton pressed him with a few pointed questions about the relationship between the Tamils and the Hindus but before he got an answer the boat reached the dive site and the divers prepared to go under.

            The marine life in the area was fascinating and unlike what Hilton had seen on the other side of India a few days before. Fortunately there were no disturbing incidents with Moray Eels and everyone enjoyed themselves in the clear waters of the Gulf. During the return trip the Tamil Dive Master became more talkative and by the time they returned to the dock he was in the process of explaining the history of Tamil Nadu and the Dravidian Tamil people.

              When the dive equipment was put away Hilton and his new friend opened some beer and the story continued. The Tamil people had inhabited this region of India and Sri Lanka for thousands of years in peace and prosperity. Unfortunately, there were years of war between the Tamils and Sinhala kings that weakened the society and many villages were destroyed but the Tamils prevailed over the Sinhalese. Eventually the Aryans who had conquered the rest of India invaded the territory and while the Tamils held out for many centuries they succumbed to their own libido. The Brahmins, the wily priestly class of the Aryan Hindus, quelled the Tamil resistance through a mixture of spirituality and sex. They enticed the Tamils kings to marry Aryan princesses and this allowed them to introduce Hindu practices and the caste system into the Tamil kingdoms. The Tamils eventually became divided into two castes, touchable and untouchables. This caused dissention within the community as the touchable Shudra caste attacked and tormented the Black Dalits or untouchables. Later, Muslims gained control of the area remaining for over one hundred years. Finally the British arrived and controlled the state as part of the British Raj but in 1949 the state became part of India governed from New Delhi.

            Today, many Tamils follow the Jain teachings but many people practice Buddhism and Hinduism. These religions do not have much in common with Tantra except that they all strive to achieve enlightenment through meditation and by following strict principles for living. There is a good deal of prejudice against Tamils, particularly the dark skinned people who generally belong to the Dalit caste and they are almost slaves in the society.

           The Tamil talked through several bottles but finally finished his story when his third beer was gone and excused himself to attend other business. Hilton and his companions walked back to the hotel discussing their new perspective on the social scene. Some of the men began to question the validity of their search for the truth of Tantra.

           During supper Jack asked Bob to call a meeting of the group. He wanted to discuss the events of the day because there were rumblings of discontent. Jack asked to speak first.

           “I think we are reaching a point in our tour where we need to rediscover why we are here,” he said. “We have seen wonderful sights and there are many more to see but I don’t think we have experienced Tantric sex the way we had expected. In addition, I’m not sure our experience here is answering our questions. We have learned about the history of Tantra and the local people but is it what we really want? I don’t think so and I notice some of us are becoming bored. Does anyone have any thing to add?”

           The lady from Virginia spoke up saying, “y’all know I came along in the hope of having some wonderful sex. So far I’ve not had anything more than I can get at home and that’s not much.”  She glowered at her husband who winced and turned red. Other tour members called out that they were disappointed, too.

           Hilton was not happy by this turn of events and rose saying, “I’m not a prude but I’m really surprised at you. Did you come here hoping for an orgy? I came to find myself in the mysticism of romance of India. So far I’m very happy and I think Kay is, too.”

            His words were greeted warmly by a few but most of the others continued to complain. Bob finally got up, “As your tour leader I must be missing some needs of this group. I can assure you that we will have some interesting days ahead and that at the end our trip you will have the opportunity to witness and maybe participate in one of the holiest rituals in Tantra. It is called Ritual of Gnosis and includes the unspeakable sacrament, Maithuna. I can’t describe it now but it is the ultimate Tantric act. It is a very enhanced version of group sex and we are not ready to perform it ourselves but if you want a taste we can join together in a group meditation and see where it leads. There is a large private room in the hotel we can use and those who wish can meet us there in a half hour. Bring a cushion and wear loose clothing.”

               Everyone became quiet and then excited by the prospect of getting to know each other much more intimately. Hilton looked at Kay and shook his head to indicate that he didn’t want to join in the group. She smiled happily in agreement and they went to their own room to practice meditation and experience their private love. Most of the others assembled in a large room where Bob and Jess took charge as always. The couples were paired randomly, told to remove their clothing and sit in the lotus position on the pillow each facing the other as close as they could. The lights were darkened but several candles cast long shadows over the group. Bob instructed them to begin the breathing exercise with their partner. Jess walked around to each couple to be sure they were doing it correctly.

               The room grew very quiet except for the deep breathing sounds but the tension was growing as each person felt the energy rising through their chakras toward their partners. Someone gasped as their legs entwined and their lingam and yoni touched with an electric spark through their bodies. Soon others were experiencing the same effect and lingams were entering yoni’s around the room. Bob chanted quietly that for perfect Tantric sex there is no emission from the lingam but that the yoni can experience orgasm fully and often. Male orgasm must be within the body to ensure it can continue for as long as it is desired. The women were soon writhing in prolonged orgasm even while in a meditative state and man after man began to breath very hard. A few were able to contain themselves but most had the most spectacular orgasm they could remember.

              Bob let the meditation continue for a while longer and then quietly called for it to stop. People slowly came back to reality and looked at their partner and what they had done. Some were surprised and others were sheepish when they realized that they had had sex with another person. Bob asked them if it was what they had wanted and the general consensus was that they were happy now and that this is what they wanted from the trip. Someone asked if they could do it again and Bob told the women to shift to the man on their right. Everyone did and so he led them into another meditation session. The results were much the same although most of the men did control emission but they might not have been fully recharged. The women had a wonderful time and were extremely happy when Bob brought them back to reality. There was no repeat this time but someone suggested that they try it again the next night. When everyone had gone he took Jess in his arms. They enjoyed their own meditation thankful that they had regained control of the group. No one missed Kay and Hilton.

            The sun rose on a happy group at breakfast and it seemed everyone was ready to visit the local temples and examine the carvings and architecture of the Dravidian culture. Hilton was surprised at the change in attitude but soon learned of the meditation practiced the previous night. He told Kay of what he had learned and they both smiled to themselves. They too had had a very good night and were also looking forward to learning more about the local temples.

             They visited the Ramanathaswampy Temple and marvelled at the beautiful corridor and the intricate carvings. They saw the Ramjiruka Temple where Hindus worship the footprints of Lord Rama. In the afternoon they took a boat to Kurusadai Island to visit the Vishnu temple dedicated to a Lord whose name no one could pronounce. They found the Muslim tomb of Ibrahim Syed Aulia where Muslim pilgrims congregate after Ramadam to enjoy the festival of Eid al Fitr. Some of the group began to joke about the long names that are used for all the temples and places they had visited. Bob explained that many of the words were Sanskit and that it was the oldest written language in the world. Some people wished there was a shorter English version of the names that would be easier to remember when they show the pictures back home. As the afternoon wore on tension in the bus began to increase as people began to anticipate the meditation session that would follow dinner. The tour was taking on a very different tone as the days progressed. Bob reminded everyone to prepare to move to Kumbakonen the next morning.

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