Last evening I went to an old temple in Delhi with my mother. Its a Subramnya Swamy temple. Subramanya is the south Indian incarnation essentially of Karthik, Ganesha's elder brother and Shiva and Parvathi's first born. We climbed up the ten thousand stairs to finally get to the main wing of the temple. The priests were carrying out their usual ritual of bathing the god with milk, honey and water, decorating him with sandal paste, flowers and jewellery. And finally offering fresh warm rice to him to feed him. All this while chanting the hymns, that have a calming effect on everyone present. It took them 30 mins to complete this before the Maha Arti at 7:30pm. As we enter, I see a lot of men and women and children, with folded hands waiting for the curtain covering the lord to be opened so that they can get that first glimpse of the very handsome and wish fulfilling God that Subramanya is. As I scan the ceiling of the temple to spot the number of crows sitting,