Now, however, the temple has grown into a major religious and tourist attraction. In India, for many sections of society, tourism is always bound up with religion. The strict elders who may frown on a pleasure-trip will give benign encouragement to a trip to visit various temples.
When one comes from the main road, on the lane leading to the temple, the main arch greets one:
But on all but festival days, the entry to the temple complex is through this arch, a little further to the left:
In the fading light of dusk, the main gOpurams seem to glow, with the sign in Kannada that says, "belonging to Ragigudda":
Ragi is a cereal that is special to Karnataka, and "gudda" means, small hillock. Our little hillock of Ragi is now a pretty well-known landmark in Bangalore, and draws devotees and visitors from all over.
One of the points I love in most temples in Bangalore is that everyone is allowed into the temple...not just "Hindus" or "upper castes", as is still the custom in many other temples!
Here's a well-known shlOkA on Anjaneya:
AnjanEyam athi pAtalAnanam
kanchanAdri kamanIya vigraham
pArijAtha tharu moola vAsinam
bhAvayAmi bhava mAna nandanam
yathra yathra raghunAthha keerthanam
thathra thathra kritha masthakAnchalim
bhAshhpa vAri paripoorNa lOchanam
mArutim namatha rAkshasAnthakam
Anjana's son, very red of face,
With a beautiful body like a golden mountain,
Who lives in the roots of the pArijatha tree,
I think of you, who are respected and loved by the world.
Wherever the name of RaghunAthA (Ram) is being sung,
There, with bowed head,
And with tears streaming from his eyes,
is MAruti (son of the Wind)...I bow to thee, who destroys demons.