A game of power.

After a very satisfying darshan at the temple ,drove to the lake and had a nice view.It was like a pale blue coloured sheet of glass,undisturbed even by a tiniest ripple! Black birds were paddling away, archly.A hill in the background added to the serene scenery. How much more idyllic and divine this place would have been whenSri Rama, Sita and Ramnujar visited 1000's of years earlier?

We could speed back only up to Guduvancherry. From there onwards for nearly 30 kms the roads though broad were congested with traffic. It was like Mount road at peak hours!

There is population cum vehicle explosion. Fly overs are aplenty. They should be easing the traffic shouldnt it?Have to wait for yet again some more time .The roads are now dug up for Metro' work and this has eaten up the road space and is making the traffic crawl . So said the cab driver.Patience is the watch word of my and current generation.An virtue we are all forced to practise with the fond hope that the the next and future generations will reap the awards.

Van load of tired looking police men and women seated amidst their bori bistri --[bed rolls] were returning back home . Probably rendering their services at the recent civic polls.[ my trip date-- 20 th oct]

The pronouncement made by the driver, a slight man in 30's who had followed me in the temple paying his obeisance and partaking the prasad as well,that the next day was the day of reckoning ,the counting day for the civic polls, with barely concealed excitement ,jolted me out of my reverie and the flight into the distant past.What was there for him in it? Politics the [dirty] game of power it seems has in its grip one and all !

Photos.Top. The madhuranthakam lake and nh 45 bordering it.

middle.Sunset over the lake.

Below.An bus passing in the highways abutting the temple. A blend of past and present.