After a long time, maybe after a year or so, I went to a temple today. Living in Nanganallur meant that there was no difficulty ever in seeking a temple to go to. The whole place looks as though a gigantic seasonal cyclone carried half the temples from faraway lands and scattered them all in this south Chennai neighbourhood. There are temples for gods, goddesses, animal gods, avatars, gods that do not belong to this region, even for self-proclaimed gods. Living in such a neighbourhood comes with its own life-style, with an attached set of highs and lows. As school kids, the place that we would frequent on a weekly, perhaps daily basis would be any of the handful of ice-cream shops or juice shops (it’s a perpetual summer in Chennai, so no problem), and then head out for the prasadams at any of the dozens of temples. With so many places with free food, for all sections of the population, it was a sure guarantee to find at least one temple which would serve rice or payasam at any time o...
the writing on the wall is always blurred.