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Friday, March 8, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Rituals
Today I am travelling back to Madras. I'm in a bus right now. Big silver Mercedes Benz multi axle bus. It was just aching to get out on a wide highway after being suffocated on the cramped roads of Trivandrum.
The bus started from the Music College junction, the usual departure point for a lot of private buses. I got there by an auto rickshaw, looking like a tourist in my hometown.
The auto driver stopped at a small koil at Aaltharamukku, did some prostration and got a garland of yellow flowers. Which he hanged on the single windshield wiper. He told me that was something he does daily.
I got down near the Women's College at Vazhuthacaud to withdraw some money from the ATM opposite to it. Walked down to the Music College to catch the bus on which I'm on now.
The bus has only one driver in it now. He is expecting the other driver to join him at Madurai. The bus driver slowed down near a dargah near Balaramapuram, a place which I associate with delicious mutton curry. The cleaner ran out, gave some money as donation and ran back in.
Their rituals beseeched two different gods, one Hindu and the other Islam, for protection from the dangers of the road, with which I'm no stranger to. We humans are a weird lot. We need belief that someone's out there watching over us, when we tread zones of uncertainty.
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