i am back, with NOTHING new. but from now on i will begin my sentences in Upper Case because I am bored of writing as if I am scribbling in my personal diary.
It was Ganapati time. The school had kept a little Ganapati in a corner, all decorated and festooned.
The child had pleaded with me to get a Ganapati home. I said, we will make one. A little red, clay Ganapati with a yellow umbrella( her idea), and yellow mouse were made and placed on the highest pedestal in the house- the speakers. I told her a benign, child friendly story of Ganapati and left it at that. It made little impact on her.
She came back from school a couple of days later and said she would tell me the story of Lord Ganesh.( Oh Lord!)
Mumma, Lord Shiva Ganesh ke papa hain.
Goddess Parvati unki mumma hai.
Jab woh baby tha to uske papa ko gussa aaya to unhone sar kat diya Ganesh ka.
Her eyes widened, koi papa aisa kar sakta hai?
Truth be told I did not soften the story for her from then on. I did my best to assure her that though fathers can get angry, and so can mothers, she should not worry about anyone's head being cut off.
We spoke about magical powers,powerful elephants,and fathers feeling jealous of mothers' love towards progeny.
She was very upset about the Elephant's body that lost its head to Ganesha, and what about its mommy.
We spoke about wrath, destruction,the cycle of life and death.
These larger-than-life ideas were spoken about in simple, elementary terms, but she and I must add, I, remained enthralled by the story and the conversation for quite a while.
She knows some stories of Krishna as well. My aunt told her the lot.
And each of these stories address some core anxieties of a child, and of adults who allow a deep reading of these stories. And then there are the hundreds of interpretations that these stories allow.
And to imagine that these stories are being made to suffer the dogma of being sacred, when actually they celebrate the profane entering the narrative.
I guess its time to dig out Ramanujan's Three Hundred Ramayanas.