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

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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