One more Ganesh Chathurthi has come and gone. My earliest recollections of Ganesh puja was when I was about 8-10 years. Awoken by 5:30 a.m we used to accompany dad to mwm market to bring home our very own Ganesha idol. It used to be a ritual by itself with me & my sister enjoying every minute of it. Since mwm market used to be a stone's throw away appa used to take a brisk walk and we used to prance behind him in our pattu pavadai's holding the brass plate in which the coveted idol would rest. I recollect vividly how the colorful marketplace with glittering idols, the paper crowns swishing in the cool morning breeze and the smell of fresh roses & jasmine in the air would usher in the festive mood. Sis & me used to always have this major grouse as appa used to always insist on purchasing a clay idol of Ganesha against the colourful ones stacked in different alluring poses. We used to secretly think appa was stingy and used to try a number of tricks to veer him toward...
Thoughts that echo like a melodic stanza