God has his own ways of punishing men

I went to my native place, on the outskirts of chennai, to attend a family function. Nanganallur is one of the few places where the apartment culture hasn’t caught up. The serene surroundings, coconut trees and the independent houses make a rendezvous with Mother Nature quite possible. The place is also famous for its temples; the 32-feet anchaneya idol attracts people from north as well. One gets the feeling of travelling back in time to the 1980s.

Well it was here that three women in their mid thirties wanted me to accompany them to all the temples. Although born into a Brahmin family I hadn’t visited a temple in 2 years. Only when I undress and discover a white thread hanging around my shoulders do I realise of my rich heritage. Unable to churn out an immediate excuse I agreed to go with them.

Not wanting to go inside the temple I wanted to wait outside but I was defeated. Dragging a 20 year old guy inside the temple couldn’t have been difficult for the trio for they have the credit of taming three men who are much older to men. I mean their husbands.

My order, once inside the temple, was to go around each sannidhanam eight times; there were 7 in all. While I was completing my laps hurriedly I pitied Schumacher for his profession. Going around a closed circuit isn’t certainly interesting! But at least he’s paid for it and drives with breathtaking speeds. Speed at least thrills even if it kills. I noticed the idol of anchaneya looking mockingly at me without any consideration for a soul which had just completed 7X8 =56 laps.

Well I remember now, I hadn’t gone for my jogging session in the morning and made my friend wait for a long time. God certainly has his own ways of punishing men!