October.6, 2015
Uma, Subbi and Rama caught the Titvala local from Dombivili a 1976 afternoon. For no particular reason; they went at the urging of aunt Radhai. She lived on a firm belief: Ganesha knows best. In 1976, the Lord stayed in a spread of greenness and turning mud roads; in a quiet; they walked having promised to walk to the Lord; a few about to die tongas with not yet dead horses stood at Titvala East station absently. Usually a 40 minute walk; the Lord then had few devotees, a minor politician yet to major into a New Delhi minister. One Tuesday, Sankarshta chaturthi, Rama and me stood at the tailend of a line starting from the local train at Titvala station; after hours, made it; Rama lost her chappals; Dadi Ganesh makes it on the first of every month; son Ganesh has business deals with the Lord: promises a visit before a trip to Leh or a promotion at the office; mostly late to keep his part of the deal. 14 years ago me made a trip; last week did it in the Maruti Wagon R of Ganesh, wading through mud, having gone astray; saral (straight), javal (near), they said, the milkman and the farmer on the way; we thought we lost it; then sighted the temple top of the Lord; about four devotees were around; me prayed, for sure, did not demand anything; at 70 one cannot ask for favours; also one was down; Mohammed Aflaq was bugging; on the way, started praying for Aflaq, sure Lord Ganesh will help; thought the Lord was upset; and then, me had doubts; does the kingdom of Lord Ganesh extend to Aflaq; is Heaven one or many palatial ghettos; yet, prayed to Lord Ganesh; then got strung into the brilliant Tilakan in Malayalam film Ustad Hotel musing over Kismet; Kismet, he tells his grandson sipping a milkless tea on a beach. Is the killing of Aflaq, Kismet? If so, what Kismet is it? There was a way out of Kismet. We could have let be Aflaq and his family. On the drive back aparajitas and blue morning glories peeped at me. Today, wept over the sense of Gopal Krishna Gandhi pleading for sanity with Rajdeep Sardesai. Gandhi had and does take rubbish; he never did kill nor kills; do not think me has any courage beyond saying SORRY to Aflaq and his family. That surely is not enough.
Uma, Subbi and Rama caught the Titvala local from Dombivili a 1976 afternoon. For no particular reason; they went at the urging of aunt Radhai. She lived on a firm belief: Ganesha knows best. In 1976, the Lord stayed in a spread of greenness and turning mud roads; in a quiet; they walked having promised to walk to the Lord; a few about to die tongas with not yet dead horses stood at Titvala East station absently. Usually a 40 minute walk; the Lord then had few devotees, a minor politician yet to major into a New Delhi minister. One Tuesday, Sankarshta chaturthi, Rama and me stood at the tailend of a line starting from the local train at Titvala station; after hours, made it; Rama lost her chappals; Dadi Ganesh makes it on the first of every month; son Ganesh has business deals with the Lord: promises a visit before a trip to Leh or a promotion at the office; mostly late to keep his part of the deal. 14 years ago me made a trip; last week did it in the Maruti Wagon R of Ganesh, wading through mud, having gone astray; saral (straight), javal (near), they said, the milkman and the farmer on the way; we thought we lost it; then sighted the temple top of the Lord; about four devotees were around; me prayed, for sure, did not demand anything; at 70 one cannot ask for favours; also one was down; Mohammed Aflaq was bugging; on the way, started praying for Aflaq, sure Lord Ganesh will help; thought the Lord was upset; and then, me had doubts; does the kingdom of Lord Ganesh extend to Aflaq; is Heaven one or many palatial ghettos; yet, prayed to Lord Ganesh; then got strung into the brilliant Tilakan in Malayalam film Ustad Hotel musing over Kismet; Kismet, he tells his grandson sipping a milkless tea on a beach. Is the killing of Aflaq, Kismet? If so, what Kismet is it? There was a way out of Kismet. We could have let be Aflaq and his family. On the drive back aparajitas and blue morning glories peeped at me. Today, wept over the sense of Gopal Krishna Gandhi pleading for sanity with Rajdeep Sardesai. Gandhi had and does take rubbish; he never did kill nor kills; do not think me has any courage beyond saying SORRY to Aflaq and his family. That surely is not enough.
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