VATHALAGUNDU –an outsider small town at the outer boundary of
dindigul political map is my hometown
where my journey begins to meenakshi Amman thiru kovil ,madurai – 625001
To escape from illogical kollywood films I took up the steps
of govt. bus of tamilnadu hesitating two glamorous private buses.
XXL pink t-shirted pink aunty asked me to get down of steps by
adjusting her pink hand bag bordered by pinkish tinklets
My eyes were gleamed with amaze of a biotic pink showcase and let her way to step down without any
damages.
I checked out all over bus seats after stepping up the
steps. Three-forth of seats were empty. It was unfairly combed brownish old
ladies who had strips on their forehead as like unironed cotton shirts filled
the remaining one-fourth.
Though I didn’t expect any spot lighting big fuss girl but
this lyrics“ Is the cheer girls from indira palace hired in your dream?” {
tanglish version : indira logathu sundari undan kanavil vandala?} from kodai
f.m exasperates my position between our our young and pretty south Indian girls
of 1975.
A Indian whited tall man with his English whited baby turned
my attention from kodai f.m lyrics. I thought he is best suited model for fair
n handsome add’s . He was busy with his index finger pointing out all the bus
to picture smoking bus in the mind’s eyes of his milky child. But child didn’t
pay her attention for untidy buses and her father’s fingers too. I think she
missed mcqueen cars.
After a left turn from the broken arched entrance of
bustand, vijays and ajiths from t-shirt hanging in coffee bar grasped my eyes.
I pitied “how our cool indians atm cards along with their brains are being
scrached by the brains of bloody marketers who are using cinema casters as
trump card even from aadi sales to x-mas gift offers”
After 15th
minute of pink ribboned start of my journey I was supposed to exchange my 25 rupees to
fore runner of bus economy for bus tickets to madurai . Instantly i noticed our highways
are fenced by Julia flora on either sides. It was a peculiar plant whose roots
can penetrate even for above 30 feets to sniff the ground water. I
felt very irked for the existence of this throny backstabber of our green agriculture.
At next 15th minute I saw a loin clothed Indian
black boy may be guessed of age 8
standing with a white carry bag full of brandy bottles [napoleon] . A non loin clothed Indian black crow was
standing near him. Only the loincloth and brandy bottles maketh a difference. I
blurred out within myself “why some heirs of bharat matha are not even
treated as our street gimmies?”
After turning 10 pages in chetan bhagat’s “half girlfriend” for next 45 minutes I
turned my head towards small boy seated near me. I noticed his shirts and pants
were of extra larged size than his
skinny body. It may belongs to his elder brother or skin fit dad. I noticed his eyes were busy on cleavage of a semi-old lady. Then she passed across us. His
untidy head turned back like a needle of magnetic compass and turn aside due to
savior conductor.
“why our next generation whats app users are being attracted to checked
shirts, pencil fit pants and opposite sex even at last quarter of retirement
age. Why can’t some screw driving proffesors and teachers can screw a better
understanding about this temporary teenage charms”
By ignoring cleavage and magnetic compass needle I turned aside
to gaze madurai
town paved roads. It is perfect for implementing swach bharat abhiyan project.
But no elections for next one year so it
wont happen.
Swach bharat flashed mr. modi in my psyche and as a
counteraction in saw mrs.rajiv gandhi’s birthday poster. Then grins of mr. m.k
stalin and miss.jayalalitha welcomes me for next 12 minutes on bothj sides of
roads alternatively.
After next 12 minute
I landed in simmakal where I was adviced to take straight pathj to meet the
marvelous meenakshi temple.
A white old day with white saree and broad necklace as like
18th century pocket watch get inside Mercedes Benz with her servants
. Next to her a brown old lady with untidy free
ration saree without blouse was
struggling to cross the road. No body cares until I did.
“what makes this difference between these old ladies birth? Place? Mom?
Dad? Friendship? Money? Society? You? Me? ……….. “these questions
questioned me along with “how”
Finally I flunked in answering . what about you ?
On my way to deify I saw a poor college girl striking the
outer top of coconut by kollywood’s favourate
weapon named “aruval” . Mesmerizing levis show room was behind her. Why Now a
days branded items are replaced hypnotists in mesmerizing.
Not the girl it was my thrist made me to suck the coconut
water with the help of straw. A south Indian whited man with marks of lord Vishnu on
his forehead was bargaing with that poor girl about coconut water prices.
After a slight gaze on levis
showroom and Vishnu marks I questioned within myself “why these sane people are better to grasp
bargaining satisfaction in disturbing 2 rupees based profit strategy of poor
skinny Indian teen girls but they are itched in doing the same for 2000 rupees
based profit strategy of Richei rich American puff stomached old man “
Friends have u noticed some bold italic
sentences in between this post .those are my bidding begging
dialogues{question} to ask yourself
Finally im standing before grat lobby of east tower of great
meenakshi amman
temple.police man stopped me to enter inside the lobby saying “brother temple
is closed for 12.30 to 4 p.m so come back after 4.”
With the mixture of sweat drops and little
disappointment I prayed on facing the
tower “mom I think you were not here but if I were wrong I beg u delicately
please bid every one who came infront of you to look after the people infront
of them with the eyes of love and brotherhood”
