Mera toh vaat lag gaya!!!

Today is when I let people sing "Happy Birthday" to me and like all good girls, though technically I'm way past the shelf life of what would be a girl, but then if the Queen can be a Bond girl at 86, why can't I be one at .... hehehe, over my dead body, sister, and this is my blog and I can call myself whatever I want, so what was I saying, ah yes, like all good girls I went to the neighborhood temple. 

As I was praying for all my sins to be converted into good deeds (no harm in trying, what??), I heard the temple poojari say to the cleaner. "Saaf karneka kapda de, kal pura tel gir gaya, mera toh vaat lag gaya!". A Translation for my international audience, this means. "Hand me a cleaning cloth, yesterday I dropped oil on the floor and I was ruined/screwed'. Honestly this is the first time I've come across a poojari who speaks Bambaiya Hindi, normally the Temple  poojari can be categorised into the Mild or the Pompous types. The mild ones who do their jobs and help sinners like me to commune with the Gods...service with a smile is their motto. The pompous ones are the kind that think they own the Gods or that they are Gods themselves and treat the devotees who come to the temple with barely concealed contempt and now I've come across a third category the Bambaiya speaking kind. This one made me laugh, I'm sure he must have been the Maria of the Mutt where he trained to be a poojari. You know, Maria, Sound of Music, Captain Von Trapp...the immortal song "How do you solve a problem like Maria?"

Normally the temple environment will make you feel peaceful and calm but laugh... never... and normally I won't admit it but, I like corny... corny is good... and this year sure seems to be looking up with the corniest temple experience ever...