Spent almost an hour at church today. Very amusing. There was some singing. Mr.Beans trysts with church singing leapt to mind. 'Hallelujah! Hallelujah!'
There was a priest all in white with a shining black baldness and a crown of white hair. He looked like he had not had a good night's sleep and moved in a fashion similar to that of a snail tired after a day's work.
Then,another man took centrestage and started speaking. Maybe if I knew Tamil,I would have said the rise and fall in voice, the expansive hand movements were all impressive. But Tamil,like whistling, is one thing I have never been able to learn. Therefore his speech also brought memories of Mr.Bean...trying to get money from an airport lady by sobbing in Russian.
Then suddenly I noticed the black priest in white sitting in a corner,with his head bowed in shame. I saw light. The frenzied speaker was of course telling the assembled crowd what a bad boy the priest had been,and was getting carried away...as all mothers are on these occasions.
Then I turned and saw Kolkata Mithai Bhawan had lifted shutters. My destination for my breakfast of Radha Bollobhi.
In the middle of my 2nd radha bollobhi, I heard the voice of the frenzied speaker again,carrying over even inside the shelter of Kolkata Mithai Bhawan. This time I caught a whole sentence of English "You are the chosen generation". I wondered which generation he was talking to-the one with flowers in their heads and bibles in their hands sitting as if they wanted to occuppy the least possible space, or the generation that had got bored and were playing outside shouting unintelligible things.
Also, I learnt something. Reading newspapers in churches is banned. They wouldn't let me read the sports pages. So I covertly read the front page of the Deccan Times instead. Gay sex decriminalized. I wonder if that frenzied apeaker was in fact saying something on that. God knows. Or does he? Does God know Tamil?
Wrote this sometime in Chennai. On stray piece of paper. Stray piece of paper resurfaced from bag today. Interesting. This was me in Loyola Church.