FAMILIAR-UNFAMILIAR

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

MAN PROPOSES BUT GOD DISPOSES SOMETIMES(PERHAPS TO MAKE MORE STONGER)

Everyone is in full mood. In enjoying the festival’s final day. Dancing on the roads with loud music of loud speakers. Gulal (pink powder spread on the festival to bodies to be washed)scattered everywhere in the night air. With scarlet colored cotton belts tied on the foreheads. Everyone is in the crowd. Crowds everywhere around the city. Including his students. Indra-the teacher’s, Who is their favorite in the schools. That in the roads too.

But Indra’s rummaging on the same road. Road corners. But not in the crowds. Perhaps mad dog might have bitten him. Or might be is in a mental mood. His body and limbs budging like unbelted waist belt. Trickling the sweat from the throat to navel by front and neck to down spine by back. And within the under stockings, where thetestes and penis keep their place quietly, sweating itself though it is the late evening. And everywhere loud speaker’s loud voices-the songs from typical north and biggest bollywood’s blasted songs that bombarded the mad mobs of the country. That tempted the youth and the adults both stirringly. That muted the mouths of the spiritual Indian females of the country. That did make danced the darling figures of sweet sixteens and below twenty six. That did fill full joy in the bodies under twelve. Though—on the day of spiritual festival of the traditional country. The Ganesh Chaturthi. Lord Ganesha rules over the month in the minds of the moody, mad mobs of the mocking country. But Indra –the teacher-who does educate Good education/ rummaging alone in he same crowd side by side, though a hundred around him. No pupil caught his presence to say ‘Hello…sir.’

He is like a dog, a stray dog on the corners of the crowded road, rummaging alone.

He is favorite of them. To their near and dear. To their parents. But is not favorite of that trunken unshaped Lord-who is being carried to whose last destination-the lake. The dirty-to be sunk. By his favorite followers. Except Indra as he does think he is not favorite of Him. They are carrying to sink down below Him in the dirty lake. Foul smelling. Mosquitoes and flies framed lake. To their favorite God.

He is being carried somewhere on the shoulders , somewhere on the skulls to the same destination. Even Indra’s own familiars themselves too. Who are same to him like their favorite Lord. Ganesha who is famous for His trunk and wisdom-who is worshipped first before the remaining four of five major-Shiva, His father, Uma His mother, Hanuman, the monkey God and greatest Vishnu.

He is being carried to right place, perhaps to pushing forcefully by His favorite followers. Even if he is not ready, His favorite fellows are pushing Him below the lake since the water reflecting Him above. Sometime when He is sunk in below reached at the knee of the immersing guards, they, pressing Him by their knee so tight till as he is ready to be sunk rightly at right placxe. As there are many Ganeshas sunk below already,suffocated.

He is being carried among the mad mobs, there took place a riot between the two communities. Two groups. Organisations made for Him. Amidst that, there, Indra saw, but cold do nothing as it was done almost he reached, a pure spiritual worshipper of Him is gagging the Gulal in one’s mouth a quantity of a grip as tightly as possible, betweens the loud, sexy songs of the sixty crores budget films. Nobody is able to here that existing vocal voice. Everyone is lingered idly in the pure worship of their favorite God-who is the symbol of the wisdom. Perhaps Indra too, has been given the gift of education from Him. But Indra does think he is not favorite of Him. Like them all-who are favorite and are full in JOY.

But why he is dull no one knew. And no one tried. There are many familiars of him. There is no need to say his family is only. And really, no need because, Lord Ganesha too, favors his family, only. But not him. Like He does to His other favorites. Among the crowds. He favors his own family by favoring that he keeps calm as nothing he did, when everyone is against.

He favored them today too, so that Indra has himself got out the mad mob made of his own family. Who tried to disrepute him. They tried to tread him down. To press him down below that he may come out again on the surface, unlike one does in the lakes. Even today, Lord Ganesha too, like him. All of them by combining. Tortured him and his mind. It was, as might some of them had been waiting for the opportunity. A better chance. And lord Ganesha lying beside him in the home did nothing. Kept silence. And now is being carried on the shoulders. But his favorites are all too, pushing him down below the deep dirty foul smelling lake water like Indra, among the family and society.

Law is law. The supernatural law!---------------


Submitted: October 13, 2012

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