Tirumakudalu Narasipura - Temples

Temples

It is a place of religious prominence. The Gunja Narasimha Swamy temple on the right bank of the Kaveri river, is a massive complex belonging to the Vijayanagara period. The image of Narasimha in the sanctum sanctorum has a weighing balance with a twig with seed of the Gunja (botanical name-Abrus precatorius) tree and hence is called Gunja Narasimha Swamy. It signifies the importance of the temple vis-a-vis the Kasi pilgrimage center by a measure of the seedgulaganji. It has inscriptions dating from the Krishnadevaraya period with a mélange of Dravidian and Hoysala Architecture and is renowned for the voluminous records in Nagari script. The temple, which is more than 500 years old, was in need of repair and restoration. It was renovated by a donor - Dr N.V.Ramanuja Iyengar - an NRI from Florida, USA at a cost of over Rs 2.5 crores (about US$ 0.6 million). The Mahakumbhaabhishekam or re-consecration rites of the renovated temple was performed by the donor and his family members from 5 to 9 March 2011.

Apart from the Gunja Narasimha Swamy temple, there are many other temples such as the Agasthyeshwara temple. (Agastya founded and sanctified the Agasthyeshwara temple.This temple complex contains many monuments belonging to the Ganga, Chola, Hoysala and Vijayanagara periods at Thirumakudlu, and also at the Bhiksheswara temple, the Moolasthaneshwara temple and the Anandeswara temple in the surrounding area. In Tirumakudalu the water comes out of the head of shivalinga, devotees receive thirtha from the same

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