TAPOVANJI
Swami Tapovan Maharaj
In the Chinmaya family he is remembered as Param Guru, the teacher of our teacher, and his name is spoken softly, the way one might speak of the Himalaya itself. The Mission calls him Himavat Vibhuti, the jewel of the Himalaya. Most of what we know of him comes to us through Pujya Gurudev, who sat at his feet in Uttarkashi, and through the few books he left behind. He asked very little of the world while he lived in it, and those who read about him today often find that he stays with them long after the book is closed.
He was born in Kerala in 1889, in the Palakkad country, into a family of some standing. He was named Subrahmanyan, and at home they called him Chippukutty. His father hoped to give the boy the finest schooling that could be had. The boy found the classroom confining, left it early, and went on learning by himself, and by the time he was a young man he had mastered both Malayalam and Sanskrit. People around him began to speak of him as unusually gifted with language. Before he turned twenty-one he had lost both his parents.
The pull toward renunciation came early. In 1910 he spent some time studying the scriptures under Swami Satyananda in Bhavnagar, in Gujarat, and then went home to Kerala, where the needs of his family held him for more than a decade. In those years he gave public talks on religion and Vedanta, and on the questions of the day as well, and he wrote for newspapers and journals. Inwardly he was already living as a monk. He waited only until his family no longer depended on him.
That day came in 1923, when his brother qualified to practise law. He left home, stayed for a while with Swami Hridayananda near Nashik, and on the banks of the Narmada he put on the ochre robe himself. The next year, in Rishikesh, he received formal sannyasa from Swami Janardana Giri, the head of Kailash Ashram, and took the name by which we know him. That same summer he walked up into the high Himalaya, to Uttarkashi, to Gangotri and on to Kailash, and for the rest of his life he never returned to the plains.
The life he made in the mountains was simple to the point of severity. At Uttarkashi he lived in a small hut of stone and mud by the Ganga, with a blanket and a water pot, and in the summer months he went up to Gangotri. He took one plain meal a day from the Kali Kambli Wala kshetra and is remembered for washing the spices off it before he ate. When no alms came, he went without. He walked barefoot through snow. Each morning began with a bath in the river, and the rest of the day was given to contemplation of the Truth. Seekers found their way to his door over the years, and he accepted only a very few of them as students.
He was a poet of rare feeling. His journeys to Yamunotri, Kedarnath, Badrinath, Amarnath, Gomukh, Kailash and Manasarovar are recorded in Wanderings in the Himalayas, and his autobiography, Ishwara Darshan, written in Sanskrit, carries the clear teaching of Vedanta inside the story of a life. During one chaturmasya he composed a few verses every morning in praise of Lord Kashi Vishwanath of Uttarkashi and read them aloud at the temple after his bath. Those verses became the Soumya Kashisha Stotram, which holds devotion and the essence of sixteen Upanishads together in one hymn. He wrote hymns to the Ganga, to Badrinath and to Gangotri too, and reading them one feels how completely the mountains and the rivers had become, for him, a form of the Lord.
In 1949 a young sannyasi named Swami Chinmayananda came to Uttarkashi, sent by his guru, Swami Sivananda, to study with the master of the mountains. He lived for the next few years in a cowshed with a stone for his pillow and studied the Bhagavad Gita, the Upanishads and the Brahma Sutras at Tapovanji's feet. When he went down to the plains in 1951 to share what he had learned, he carried his teacher's blessing with him. Gurudev later described his guru as a God without a temple and a Veda without language, and there is little any of us could add to that.
Swami Tapovan Maharaj left his body in the early hours of 16 January 1957, on Pausha Purnima, and the Mission remembers him on that day every year. His kutia still stands by the Ganga at Uttarkashi, and seekers still go there to sit for a while where he sat. He founded no institution of his own. Every Bala Vihar class, every study group and every CHYK meeting in the world can still trace itself back to that small hut by the river and to the man who lived in it.


















