Tuesday, September 21, 2010

On the road today ..

A midst the wave of crimson red powder that almost look my hair look like the Yr. 2000 hair do models when hair coloring had just started, I struggled to get near a spot from which any mobile vehicle could be seen, to get to my office.(mobile because the street was clustered with vehicles that were missing the main element of their existence )

Before coming to Hyderabad I had this illusion that Ganesh Pooja or Ganesh Visarjan or Ganesh Chaturthi was a native festival of Maharashtra and thus was celebreated more in the northern regions of the country but I was totally proved wrong when I saw atleast 4, 15 ft. high Ganesh idols on the same street , being worshipped by followers with audio effects that ran something like 'Smackthat...Moriya re... Chalo bulava aya hai Mata ne bulaya hai..smackthat...Ganpatti babba..Sai baba..Shridi wale...'. In these situations it becomes difficult to know which festival is being celebrated if you havent got hawk eyes to screen through the crowd to see the idol or you don't follow the old calendar which Mommas keep at home for figuring out regional holidays.In my case I was beaten at both points , and thus landed up in the midst of a huge Visarjan procession not knowing how to reach office or go back to home.

The spark of hope came with the arrival of Indian Dandewalah or police people as we call them in India and the procession's interest being shifted from GaneshJi to Super GaneshJi ( owing to the fact that all of them had round belly's like the idol and would have happily gulped the laddu which were kept afront).I managed to caught site of an Autowalah Bhaiya , and ran at my fullest with a 100 Rs. note flinging in my hand ( to give all of the 100 not my purpose, to lure him on this basis was).

And here I am writing this, sitting in my cozy chair ,sipping my coffee and hoping I listen to mom when she says things rather than type on my laptop repeating the same 'Huh'.

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