Ganpati bappa more ya

Everyone’s favourite God is come. Celebrations are visible through the loud drums that pierce through shut windows. There is fun, tasty modaks, and beautiful pandals everywhere.

There is a beautiful article by Devdutt Patnaik who explains the story behind bappa very clearly. The name of the article “decoding ganesha” is apt. http://devdutt.com/articles/indian-mythology/decoding-ganesha.html

But, is it all true? When I sat and observed the puja in my uncles house… many thoughts crossed my mind. Is the story really true or does it have a similar history like our constellations. For those who do not know, it seems elders would look at the then, clear and cloudless sky,  and form shapes of bears, crabs etc and make stories. I find it all very fascinating. Sadly we remember the story and forget the moral or learning which was its intended purpose.

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The shape of Bappa can be seen in many things… flowers, leaves… am sure you have seen it all…but what does it really resemble?

He is the lord of wisdom. He is the proverbial gate keeper. Maybe it is a coincidence or maybe real but our brain too looks like him. Maybe he is guiding our mind. So.. methinks the moral of the whole story is to pray for our wisdom. It is hard to stop negative thoughts. It is upto our gatekeeper to protect us from evil and negative thoughts.

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Source http://www.peterffreund.com/freeservers/stotram.htm

I am a little late in writing and I know that all the sthapna puja is done.. if you want, u can still pray for him to not just come in your home etc but come in your brain and protect your mind.

This is why there is hope… this is why you shouldn’t give up.

This post is dedicated to https://housing.com/lookup

I feel very very delighted to see such videos. In midst of the honey singhs and sunny leones, when I see such videos, I feel hope.

I cook dinner approximately at the same time every evening. I see so many cars go back home with loud music. I don’t know any of them properly but the words I hear makes me wonder and fear about the next generation. Thankfully yesterday I heard someone in the car play “daraare daraare maathe pe maula, maramat mukadar ki kardo maula..mere maula” and I felt so goood. There is still hope.

There are times when I feel so disgusted with the world and…. If there are rapes and molestations happening, there are such videos too.

When I see such videos, I feel like doing more for the world. I feel like there are people who have not given up and neither should I.

There is a Rabindranath Tagore quote with which I would like to end my thoughts. It tells me that there is still hope and I will not give up.

“Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of humanity.”

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I got published :D at Tamarind Rice

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I didn’t just get published but got a special mention in the editorial. WOWies.mkw2

Here is the story.mkw3 mkw4If you find reading the picture a tad bit difficult, here is the story.

 

~ The angel with four legs. ~

My son, Pachu hadn’t been back from school for over 15 minutes, which was very unlike him and I was worried. Just as I decided to go out and see if I could figure out the reason for this, he came running towards the gates of our compound and seemed relieved to see me. He had a slightly scraped elbow and his bag looked dirty. He looked as if he had cried sometime back on the way but was acting brave for his mom. Worried, I bent down to hug him. “Can I take biscuits for the dog?” he said against my chest.

Although I was worried about the cause of the scraped elbow, I couldn’t help but laugh at this untimely request. You see, everyone in my family knows that my sweet kid doesn’t like dogs. I took him in the house and told him that I would give the food for the dog after he would tell me what had happened.

I dislike dogs but things have changed now. He saved my life and my tiffin box” said my son in all seriousness. This was the tiffin box that Pachu had found after visiting 9 different shops some weeks back. I was glad that it was saved because I had no intention of going back on a “shopping hunt” (my hubby liked to call it so as opposed to treasure hunt) with my never tiring monkey.

He pleaded again “When can I take food for the dog?” I repeated myself again and added the magical word “promise” to make it official. He smiled through his red eyes, for the first time in 5 minutes and heaved a sigh of relief.

Now tell me what exactly happened with the dog.” My voice had a mix of threat and plead.

Blacky saved my life!”

Blacky is the dog you want to take biscuits for” I asked.

He looked up and his face glowed as he said “Yes, can I have them now?”

My taciturn son couldn’t understand that I needed details. “Sigh!” is all I could do.

I handed him his glass of milk, and after gulping it down he looked at me with confused eyes. “I need to know how he saved your life, Pachu” I cried “Did you fall down in a pit?” “Did gangsters chase you?” thought my hyper imaginative mind as always

No, but Raghav did”

I blinked.

He thankfully continued “I was walking back home after school. Raghav pulled at my bag from my behind. I fell down. The lock of the bag opened and everything came out of the bag. My yellow tiffin-box fell near his feet. Raghav picked it up and inspected it. He obviously liked it. He called for one of his friends and they shook their heads together.”

Then?”

I decided to take it back but the bully pushed me away and I fell down again. That is when I got this hurt and screamed” said Pachu showing me his elbow. He kept it raised till I gave it a kiss.

Blacky must have heard it and came running towards us” he continued. “I got scared, mumma but was afraid to move and water came out of my eyes automatically. Blacky barked and growled at Raghav. Even Raghav got scared.”

I smiled at my son and hugged him again. “Raghav dropped the tiffin box and ran away.” he said with happiness in his voice. “Blacky barked and howled till they left and then he barked some more as if to keep them away for good.” he said, almost in ecstasy. “Then Blacky put the tiffin box in his teeth and got it for me”

Were you not afraid of Blacky at that time?” I questioned.

Yes, Mumma! I remember Blacky barking and growling at Vinay when Vinay tried to take Blacky’s pup.”

I was about to explain to my son that Blacky was just being a protective father, when he surprised me with his intelligence. “But now I understand that Blacky was wanting his pup back like I wanted my tiffin-box back. Blacky is not bad. Puppies are more difficult to get than the tiffin-box na?” he asked with an innocence that only a 9 year old can have.

I nodded as I was at a loss for words.

I had kept one biscuit pending in my box. I gave it to him and He ate it in one bite. Like that” He said with clicking his little fingers. “I pet Blacky on the head and he liked it, Mumma. I think he is hungry. Shall we take him the biscuits now?”

I said yes as I picked him in hands and we went to feed Blacky. I realized that he came home running not because of the bullies or any other fear but out of love for blacky.

Maybe Blacky was an angel in disguise, maybe my son’s guardian. Whatever may be the reason, Blacky sure did save my son, not from the bullies but from a loveless life without pets and for which I will be ever so grateful.

 

Bio of Sunayna Pal-

The corporate world couldn’t hold Sunayna Pal’s interest for long and a 9 to 5 didn’t appeal her much. So, she quit her job, converted her hobbies into her profession and started “Art with sunayna” to teach and sell art from NGO’s and became a full time graphologist and a home maker. In between all this, she also gets time to write.

She is the Mumbai reporter for Evergreen Magazine. She is a part of the anthology “Mighty Thoughts” and “The second Life” and has published her articles in TOI, New woman, online fashion magazine-Style and Sparkle, Vinay’s HR Zone and E magazines like Ignire, WOW (World of words), WE (Writers Ezine) and Tamarind Rice. In her little spare time, she also maintains her blog at mannkiwindow.wordpress.com and can be contacted at sunayna.pal@gmail.com

 

 

I have grown…

It has been 2 years since I have gotten wet in the rain willingly and enjoyingly. I realized it yesterday as I walked towards a cultural event at IIT cribbing and feeling grumpy about getting wet. I saw college kids walking in the rain with a smile. It has been raining heavily since so many days and I missed the sun and its shine.

There was a time when I smiled everytime it rained, now I scolded my husband for walking on drainage water. When did I become this I don’t know.

Maybe I have matured, maybe become responsible or just become sensible… I don’t know.. more so, I am not sure that I like it.

Just observing nd wondering what will come next.