The 71st Line: Kanchi’s New Seer

In a little while, beneath the towering gopurams of Kanchipuram, a young man will step into a river of time older than dynasties. The Kanchi Kamakoti Peetham, one of Hinduism’s most enduring religious seats, will anoint its 71st Shankaracharya—a coronation without crown, just a saffron cloth across bare shoulders, a staff pressed into a young palm, and the quiet, irreversible acceptance of a burden no one can truly understand at the moment of ascent. As Duddu Satya Venkata Surya Subrahmanya Ganesha Sharma Dravid, a 24-year-old Rig Vedic scholar from Annavaram, Andhra Pradesh, is formally initiated into monastic life (Sanyasa Deeksha) by the current pontiff, l Vijayendra Saraswati, on the 2534th birth anniversary of Adi Shankaracharya, it will be another ritual in a land dense with rituals. For the mutt itself, it is an act of stitching the present to the past. For Kanchipuram, a city where memory thickens the air, it is an occasion both momentous and faintly anxious, as any succession is when it tries to bind myth to modernity.

There is something uncanny about watching an institution so ancient—and so bruised by history—attempt, once again, to reboot its destiny. The Kanchi Kamakoti Peetham claims origins that vanish into mist. Tradition insists that Adi Shankaracharya, the philosopher-monk who systematised Advaita Vedanta, founded not four but five mathas, ending his journey not in the Himalayas but in the heat of Kanchipuram. He is said to have installed the first Shankaracharya here before withdrawing into the silence of death or legend. Historical evidence for this is fragmentary and contested. Other Shankara mathas regard the Kanchi claim with chilly scepticism. Early historians found no record of the Peetham before the late medieval period. The quarrel over authenticity has simmered ever since, part theology, part territoriality. But belief, once firmly planted, tends to outgrow evidence. By the 16th century, the Kanchi mutt was undeniably a living, breathing institution, and in India, existence over time often becomes its own proof.

The Peetham survived by moving. It left Kanchipuram under the shadow of Muslim invasions, reappearing in Thanjavur and later in Kumbakonam, carrying its relics, its documents, and its stubborn claim to continuity. When kings fell and empires frayed, the mutt adjusted, neither challenging nor capitulating, simply outlasting. Even in flight, it maintained the slow, deliberate rhythm of an institution built to endure centuries, not decades.

If its origins are blurred, its ambitions were always clear: to be a southern citadel of Shankara’s vision, and later, to project an authority that fused metaphysical austerity with worldly influence. In the twentieth century, that authority would be both sanctified and complicated.

When Mahaperiyava, Sri Chandrasekharendra Saraswati, became the 68th Shankaracharya in 1907, he was a boy of 13. By the time he died in 1994, he had become, to his followers, less a man than an elemental presence: barefoot, luminous, remote. He travelled India on foot, declining even the simplest conveniences, reviving forgotten rituals, rebuilding temples, speaking only when necessary and often not then either. His renunciation was genuine but never naïve. Mahaperiyava understood, as few saints do, the mechanics of influence. By making himself smaller, poorer, more silent than any of his peers, he magnified the mutt’s stature until its authority seemed inevitable.

Under his watch, the Kanchi mutt became a moral beacon, a place where prime ministers came to whisper consultations and musicians came to seek absolution. Mahaperiyava did not lobby; he emanated. His asceticism was his force field.

Even the rising secularism of Tamil Nadu’s Dravidian movement could find little purchase against him. His defence of varnashrama dharma—of the ancient social hierarchies—was so immersed in the cadence of duty rather than privilege that it disarmed many of his ideological adversaries. The structures he sanctified remained largely intact, even as the world beyond the mutt began to shift: caste began to unravel; faith, once communal, became increasingly private and negotiable. By the end of his life, he had preserved a model of sanctity at once timeless and precarious, dependent on his own inimitable gravity.

When that gravity vanished, the Kanchi Peetham entered a rougher age. Jayendra Saraswati, chosen early to succeed Mahaperiyava, brought a different temperament. He was pragmatic, restless, expansive. He opened hospitals and schools, engaged with the contemporary world, spoke the language of outreach rather than inwardness. It was a necessary evolution, perhaps, but a dangerous one. For a mutt whose authority rested as much on distance as devotion, every step closer to the world risked contamination.

Jayendra Saraswati’s efforts to mediate the Ayodhya dispute—proposing an unorthodox compromise between Hindu and Muslim factions—were bold but ultimately unsuccessful. Neither side trusted a Shankaracharya speaking the language of negotiation. Even among Hindus, the attempt was viewed with suspicion: too political, too worldly, too willing to compromise sanctity for settlement. In 2004, the simmering disquiet erupted into disaster. Jayendra Saraswati was arrested in connection with the murder of Sankararaman, a former devotee turned fierce critic. The image of the Shankaracharya in handcuffs stunned India: a man once regarded as a living embodiment of purity now dragged through the procedural indignities of criminal justice.

The case against him collapsed a decade later. He and his co-accused were acquitted for lack of evidence. But the trial had done its work. Acquittal could not erase the visual record—the grainy footage of the seer behind bars, the endless insinuations, the slow, corrosive doubt. The Kanchi Peetham, so long a byword for unassailable moral authority, had been dragged into the messy world of human fallibility.

Jayendra Saraswati resumed his duties, but the mutt’s standing had shifted irrevocably. The trust once extended without question was now weighed, measured, and sometimes withheld. When he died in 2018, the transition to his successor, Vijayendra Saraswati, was quiet, almost wary.

Today, the mutt treads carefully. Vijayendra Saraswati’s approach has been one of discretion, of deliberate retreat from the world that wounded his predecessor. No political overtures. No high-profile mediations. A return to ritual, to slow, unremarkable acts of cultural conservation. The mutt sponsors Vedic schools, restores temples, publishes translations of ancient texts. It still commands reverence, particularly among older devotees. But the luminous certainty that once surrounded its name has dimmed into something quieter: a stubborn relevance, an insistence on continuity in a world increasingly inattentive to continuity’s claims.

In Tamil Nadu’s shifting religious landscape, where faith must now coexist with secular politics, individual aspiration, and the diffuse suspicion of inherited authority, the Kanchi Peetham is learning, slowly, that survival requires invisibility as much as invincibility. It is no longer enough to exist. It must justify its existence—if not to the sceptics, then to the faithful themselves, whose loyalty can no longer be assumed but must be earned anew.

The coronation is, in a sense, a bet against entropy: a declaration that the ancient mechanism can still turn, that tradition can still produce not just memory but momentum. The young man who kneels to receive the staff may not yet grasp the full freight of the gesture. History is a weight that settles gradually, sediment by sediment, until one day it presses down with all its accumulated, unbearable demands.

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