Almost a year ago, I tried to enter the Jain temple in Sion wearing shorts. I was stopped at the gate by the watchman who informed me with an air of arrogance that I couldn’t go in as shorts were banned from temple premises. He pointed to a notice on the blackboard just outside the temple. The notice was in Gujarati. And I can’t read Gujarati. Apparently, it said God hated my shorts. And since then, every jaunt to the temple has been in my shorts. I love fighting authority!
A couple of months ago, I made my first trip to Siddhivinayak. There’s a separate queue for those with loaded wallets. And I didn’t have a wallet. And so I did the best I could. I prayed to the backs of those in front of me. And I left. Apparently, God loves VIPs.