And here I type in, on the day of Visarjan, or rather the day of bidding farewell to Ganpati, Mumbai's untitled Don. One fine saturday nite I had planned to go visit Siddhi Vinayak, the emperor of this tightly packed city. And then, going by my room mate's suggestion, we decided to go for the 5 30 Arthi the nxt morn. As usual, a hurried start. And we made in time just to hear the gong go, and only to realize tat der wer 500 plus devotees between us and Ganpati. Tats ok, I told myself. So far so good.
As the crowd moved on, and we got nearer to the main deity, I was eager to see what made Him the all powerful. And finally, through the characteristic Mumbai Madness, there did He stand, in all his might; early Sunday morning- and there He was- Majesty, Glory and Bliss personified. As usual, as it goes in any much thronged Temple in India, there were Security Guards heaving people off. I bade Him Good Bye, and promised to return some other time, post-Visarjan. As we made our way out, there was this feel of calmness within. And that really did make one happy Sunday morning, indeed. And now I knew why He was the emperor around here- in a city like Mumbai, where there is a rat race for breathing space, only He can give that out of the world feeling of calmness:) Ganpati Bappa Morya!
