Posted by: astrodominie on: September 5, 2009
Ganesh Chaturthi is finally over, with an outburst of drumbeats, middle-aged dancing and a flurry of orange flags. A parade of trucks meandered their way through the city, old and new, to confluence at one point and proceed to Hussain Sagar, where they are tipped-slipped-slid into the stormy grey water with the help of cranes.
Now as boats chug across the water towards the beatific figure of the Buddha, there’s something poetic in thinking about the hundreds of rotund Ganapati statues lying at the bottom of the lake.
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There is. And you should write a poem about it.
And maybe a thousand years in the future a tsunami will erupt from the lake, throwing ashore all the Ganapati statues, Dashaavataram style.
September 5, 2009 at 11:44 am
I never understood this custom. I never bothered to find out the ’story’ behind Ganesh Chathurti, I just knew that it was the day I went idol hunting with my dad.. and then the idol’s eyes, the mouse.. and the umbrella. I always loved the umbrella. I even used to save the umbrella. Then my mom would throw it out with other junk I collected in my room , but I never understood the whole making the idol in mud and then drowning it thing.
Theories/ Stories?