in FRONT of MEENAKSHI amman temple

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 15^th 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 15^th 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 18^th 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”