Amma and I were at the temple to do vadai malai for Anjaneyar today. Where were the others, you ask? Well. The last vadai malai was just a couple of weeks ago. Decided (correctly) that there will be a minor rebellion from the other three if the temple outings got too frequent, so didn’t even invite them to come along. For which they were infinitely grateful.
The temple parking lot was quite empty when we got there, which was promising. I absolutely love having our little local temple to myself – sitting there in that serene environment alone with my thoughts and prayers soothes me like nothing else.
You know where this is going, don’t you?
We entered the temple and it was largely empty, except for a group of about 20 people, deeply engaged in chanting/singing Sundarakandam in front of Anjaneyar. Which could have been quite fine, really. Except, they were each singing to their own tune, loudly and confidently. Which the (dormant) singer in me found mildly amusing and (with the passage of time) a tad annoying. The priest quickly decorated Anjaneyar with our malai and disappeared off to a remote corner of the temple (no prizes for guessing why).
Amma and I sat for a half hour but there was no sign of Sundarakandam ending. I looked at the prayer books that the people were singing from, and it seemed like they were not even half way through. I had spent all my morning making the vadais, so there was still the small matter of getting back home and organizing lunch for our party of 5. It was noon by then, the clock was a-ticking and my stomach was rumbling. Plus, the singing was totally starting to get to me. The accompanying tabla had a beat going that was like the beginning of “inji iduppazhagi”. Leave alone sitting in serene environment with my prayers, there was no getting through even one little slokam in the middle of all the chaos. Made an executive decision to leave the vadai malai with Anjaneyar (let the singers enjoy the prasadam), and made a speedy exit.
Oh, one coherent thought did cross my mind while sitting there listening to the singing.
“Yennamma, ippdi pannreengale maa” 😉