Lucky to be a woman ! ? !

'Women will wait, get in line after the men for the prasad '. Thus ordained the priest at the temple to a dozen women waiting patiently.

I accompanied my family to a temple on the outskirts of my hometown in India this morning. Being a devout Hindu, and belonging to a lineage of brahmins (priests), God plays a very important part in my belief system. Though never forced to observe religious traditions or familial rituals, I can't imagine my childhood without the memories of my father's morning aarti, the quiet moments of worship in front of a collage of framed deities and tiny idols, the peaceful glow of the evening diya and numerous repetitions of some shloka with my indulgent grandmother.

And although it is true that I have my favourites, even among the vast Hindu pantheon of gods, I like visiting temples erected in the honour of any diety - more so if they are small, old and not partonised by a politician, filmstar or industrialist. There is a sense of quietude in the temple air, a calm that soothes my soul. I don't always find answers to my troubles here, but I certainly come back with a stronger belief that I can. This is a place where I can be myself - after all, didn't my grandfather teach me that God knows you better than yourself, that He is in you?

It is exactly this thought - or off-shoots of it - that was the foundation of my innocent belief that temples are great equalisers. Everyone is the same in the eyes of God, isn't it? So in most 'unimportant' temples in your neighbourhood-- where faith counts more than political or financial clout, and where the 'more equal' do not rush in for a 'flying' visit skipping kilometers of waiting devotees -- the senior manager in a multinational will wait in the same queue as the man who fixes you car, without much ado.

So there I was today, in the morning, extolling these levelling virtues of temples. Looking at how my father, the Vice-President of a big company, standing in line behind a village farmer, awaiting his turn for darshan , a glimpse of Lord Dattatraya. I was feeling gratified, my faith renewed with the purity of the people's surrender to God, revelling in the tranquility the temple brought.

And then, just as the aarti - traditional worship - was about to begin - we, the womenfolk, were first ushered over to one side of the puja area. We were motioned over to the sidelines , a quarter in size of the available darshan area. All the men had a full frontal view of the small idol and the proceedings, while we stood on our toes and flexed to catch a tiny glimpse. Having done that for the entire length of the aarti, we were made to wait as the men made their way to partake of the prasad and the teertha (holy water). Only after they had had their turn, were we (so graciously) allowed to proceed ourselves. Praise to the Almighty!

Suffice to say I am properly peeved. I pride Hinduism for its progressive and liberal beliefs. I know that it has grown as a religion and assimilated changes around it over centuries. I understand that each ritual and tradition was started with a logic relevant to its time. But why is it that even today, when on one hand men bow to Goddess Laxmi, on the other, women are meted out secondary treatment at holy places? Don't the men who ban women from entering the sanctum sanctorum at places like Sabrimala acknowledge the place of Goddesses in Hindu religion? Or is just that they haven't awakened to modern hygiene among women and still consider us 'impure' at all times?

No, I am not boycotting temples. No one can take away the serenity the temple round the corner possesses. One of the priests there is a woman, for starters.