Ganesha in conversation with His beloved mother, Parvati, and His unwillingness to visit the earth, while His mother reasons with him. Here’re beautiful dialogues, by Soumya, as part of the special feature, in Different Truths.
I won’t go down there this year
Duty calls dear son, why fear?
The din, the lights, the rush, the air
The loot in my name I can’t bear
They throw me in the dirty sea
That kills the poor fish! Can’t they see?
That’s true my baby but you see
There’s those that come flocking to me
And you and they’ve been waiting all year
Because you give them hope my dear
We bear the din, the dirt, the loot
The organisers don’t give a hoot
But the common folk who flock to us
We can’t let them down because
We are their only hope
Religion may be a dope
But it helps them bear the pain
Their prayers must not go in vain
Go my son alone this time
Next month will be family time
When we visit Kolkata
For another year of this gatha
©Soumya Mukherjee
Photos from the internet.
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Soumya Mukherjee is an alumnus of St Stephens College and Delhi School of Economics. He earns his daily bread by working for a PSU Insurance company, and lectures for peanuts. His other passions, family, friends, films, travel, food, trekking, wildlife, music, theater, and occasionally, writing. He has been published in many national newspapers of repute. He has published his first novel, Memories, a novella, hopefully, the first of his many books. He blogs as well.
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