Random Musings
The first ray entered the stratosphere with the noble intention of warming up our cockles.What it didn't bargain for was the sudden emergence of a reflecting surface.As more rays entered our world ,they were rudely accosted by more of these receptors and sent back to their origin.The Sun ,who wasn't used to such impertinence, roared in anger and sent forth more of his missionaries.They were condemned to a similar fate.
However,the owners of these receptors were sweetly oblivious of the havoc that they were responsible for.The only immediate effect of their involvment was a mild river of sweat trickling down their foreheads.The owners,my dear friends, were none other than the hordes of bald devotees lining up the periphery of Tirupathi.Their heads shimmered in the glazing light and matched the dazzling brilliance that radiated from the holy sanctum sanctorum that held their beloved Lord.
I am not well-versed with the act of shearing with respect to the devotees.But what I would like to know is what the Lord would do with millions of keratinized,dandruff-laden hair follicles that He recieves with such adulation.While one ponders about this,another point begs for our attention.There are many temples in Tirupathi and there are many shops which dote around the temples like bees do to the flowers.Some of these shops seem to be selling,believe it or not,plaits of hair.And many of our "solar panelists" seem to indulge themselves with this luxury.The only thing that comes to my mind is : Strange are the ways of the Lord and stranger are the ways of his devotees.
Another aspect possible devotees should be aware if of the strange law that Tirupathi seems to impose onto others.
The moment your train halts at Tirupathi,you sight is assaulted by a sign which proclaims in splendor :Urination Prohibited.As you get off the train and start walking towards your hotel,more of these signs are hurled at you like mini-grenades.Your bladder ripples in admonishment but all you can do is hold back.No matter where you go,these signs come back to haunt you.While the senile authorities meant well,they should probably call upon their old and trusted friend : Wren and Martin.
Another footnote:
Whenever you order "Meals" at your hotel,make sure that you are looking at the waiter while he waits on you.Many have made the mistake of appraising the hotel and its surroundings while the waiter waits on you.While you are at it,you notice a benign-looking gentleman who is the proud owner of a pork belly.You wonder why this gentlemen and so many others eating at this hotel seem to be "marginally" overweight.
And then you look down upon your plate.
You shake your head.I must be hallucinating,you tell yourself.Then you look down again.A worried expression runs through your face.
Your plate(more of a banana leaf) seems to have enough rice to feed the whole of Somalia.Slowly it dawns upon you....now I know why there are so many "healthy" looking gents flanking me left,right and centre.
A wistful smile spreads across your face as you dig into your happy meal.
To end my post,I'll shall quote the inimitable Dave Barry:
People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them
However,the owners of these receptors were sweetly oblivious of the havoc that they were responsible for.The only immediate effect of their involvment was a mild river of sweat trickling down their foreheads.The owners,my dear friends, were none other than the hordes of bald devotees lining up the periphery of Tirupathi.Their heads shimmered in the glazing light and matched the dazzling brilliance that radiated from the holy sanctum sanctorum that held their beloved Lord.
I am not well-versed with the act of shearing with respect to the devotees.But what I would like to know is what the Lord would do with millions of keratinized,dandruff-laden hair follicles that He recieves with such adulation.While one ponders about this,another point begs for our attention.There are many temples in Tirupathi and there are many shops which dote around the temples like bees do to the flowers.Some of these shops seem to be selling,believe it or not,plaits of hair.And many of our "solar panelists" seem to indulge themselves with this luxury.The only thing that comes to my mind is : Strange are the ways of the Lord and stranger are the ways of his devotees.
Another aspect possible devotees should be aware if of the strange law that Tirupathi seems to impose onto others.
The moment your train halts at Tirupathi,you sight is assaulted by a sign which proclaims in splendor :Urination Prohibited.As you get off the train and start walking towards your hotel,more of these signs are hurled at you like mini-grenades.Your bladder ripples in admonishment but all you can do is hold back.No matter where you go,these signs come back to haunt you.While the senile authorities meant well,they should probably call upon their old and trusted friend : Wren and Martin.
Another footnote:
Whenever you order "Meals" at your hotel,make sure that you are looking at the waiter while he waits on you.Many have made the mistake of appraising the hotel and its surroundings while the waiter waits on you.While you are at it,you notice a benign-looking gentleman who is the proud owner of a pork belly.You wonder why this gentlemen and so many others eating at this hotel seem to be "marginally" overweight.
And then you look down upon your plate.
You shake your head.I must be hallucinating,you tell yourself.Then you look down again.A worried expression runs through your face.
Your plate(more of a banana leaf) seems to have enough rice to feed the whole of Somalia.Slowly it dawns upon you....now I know why there are so many "healthy" looking gents flanking me left,right and centre.
A wistful smile spreads across your face as you dig into your happy meal.
To end my post,I'll shall quote the inimitable Dave Barry:
People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them
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on Thursday, August 05, 2004 at 8:04 PM.
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