Me, my breakfast and Parthasarathy of Triplicane...

This morning, thought I will finally get around to the Triplicane Parthasarathy Temple. I had Madras born, Chennai bred Banglorean, as my guide (while on that, friend, philosopher, as well… ;-)).

One step inside the temple, it feels like you have been transported to some 13th Century Chola period and it seemed possible that the Pandian King could be somewhere lurking around as part of his evangelization drive to convert Vaishnavites onto becoming a Shaivite.

If this is difficult to picture here is an easier explanation. It was like walking into the sets of the film Dasavatharam and expecting Napolean to tap your shoulders. Actually Asin would have been nicer option but that will be veering out of the topic. Let me leave this at this. (Sigh!) (That sigh was for the fact that I actually had several taps on the shoulder, alas by my FPG)

Any case, it happened that Lord Parthasarathy had decided to hide behind the curtain, when we went. I was very much hurt that the Lord could spurn me. I mean what gall, having given the rights to someone else.

But then I could have had my revenge then and there. The Prasadam stall had Puliyodhara and other assorted stuff like the sweet Appam, etc. Since I haven’t had my breakfast then, it was a wonderful opportunity in the offing for me to treat the Lordship’s aboard as a meal counter and get even by gorging on the fare available. But anger overrode the opportunity and I rushed out. Only to realize that I was still hungry and angry while the Lord in his abode smug and smiling. Cannot stop thinking that only God knows what the Lord was up to behind the curtain!

So here is what I have decided. That I will once go to the temple only for the Puliyodhara and nothing else. Then will decide on a meeting Parthasarathy on a later occasion when my FPG is around.

In my case, revenge is a dish, best served hot and spicy from a temple madapalli!