deviousways

What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make his way home... If God was in Chennai over the weekend, he'd never have gotten into the special stadium hired for an ostentatiously grand Srinivasa Kalyana Mahotsavam pooja held on Sunday night. If he hadn't had a VIP pass, he wouldn't have gotten the prized first class tickets -- right next to the pooja pandal. If he hadn't had a tier two, three or four invitation, he wouldn't have gotten into the second, third or fourth class entrances. If, as Joan Osbourne sings, he was "just a slob like one of us", then maybe, he'd have gotten in through the "Public Entrance -- All Are Welcome" gate located approximately three kms away from the main action. Then even if he'd craned his neck and stood on somebody else's shoulders, he wouldn't have been able to see those silk-clad priests chant homas , pour the purest ghee into the sacredest fire and ...

Ever heard of "sandburs"? I haven't either. But people who throng a little samosa-and-chat-and-patties place near Cox Town, don't seem to care. It doesn't even matter to them that on the menu is also something called "North Food". Perhaps the term refers to a greasy parantha-and-pickle combo. Or to oily paneer something tikka. Whatever the secret, there's always a fairly decent crowd at "GoodFooddotcom" -- yep, that's the name of the place. It's got a bizarre location -- bang on the main road. So to even get to the joint, you have to park by the roadside, almost immediately causing a mini traffic jam. But it's no big deal, really. I've seen people do exactly that every evening. But let's be charitable. Maybe, they're intrigued by the "sandburs". Or maybe, it's the "North Food" thing.