Friday, November 28, 2014

Hunger for Reform - Students in the US

     In hunger, one cannot study
     Hunger to study forgotten
     Dreams become reality
     With a morsel in hand,
     Dreams become reality,
     But not on a hungry stomach

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    Miles away in the US, students study each day. We battle cold and we battle stress.We battle loneliness. And we battle weaknesses. We drink. We smoke. We adjust. We struggle. We adapt. But one thing we do which most of us do : we eat outside.
   Eating outside is something which becomes a habit. Eating outside is what becomes the norm. Miles away from the family. We feed ourselves. With that we can try out best at helping the children in India. A lot of organizations like Akshya Patra organize mid day meals for children who want to study but hunger is a big obstacle.
   Organizations like Akshaya Patra can connect to students abroad. Students abroad, like me, live under a sense of fear that they might not be able to help India. A country that brought us up can summon us for our help at any given time.
   One way would be to keep a Paypal account where students can donate. We can keep a system where students would donate about a dollar each month. Even with about a hundred students from one university, it would be possible to raise 1200 dollars each year. With around Rs. 750 needed to feed a child each year, this initiative would be excellent, This is with respect to only one University. Imagine the hundreds of Universities, the amount of funding would exceed expectations. Students would not think twice before donating a dollar each month.
   Another way would be to keep a "One dollar per pizza" scheme. Students can donate one dollar for each time they eat outside. This would be a lot since students eat a lot outside. This would be a huge hit in most Universities where students give tips for easily more than 5 dollars every time they order a pizza.
   The US students scheme can be extended to many countries. There is a sizeable student community in Australia and UK. Working professionals can donate even more! With salaries of many thousand dollars every month, 1-5 dollars would not be too difficult.
   However, there needs to be system to connect these students and professionals to direct organizations like Akshaya Patra. This could be done by NGOs situated in the Universities.
   I believe that NRIs will be more than willing to donate and this would a great source of donations.

  Miles away from home,
  We eat but for ourselves.
  Dreams to help our fellow Indians,
  We all wish,
  We all try

  - ed lithium

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014


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Hunger for reform - Relative Value of Re.1

     
     Children should be hungry for education and not hungry.
     For us, who get three meals a day and enough water to drink, it is almost impossible to fathom how it feels to be hungry. Even hours of hunger wear us down. It affects our work, it affects our lives and it affects our thoughts. And it is not just a morbid writer's imagination that little children have to suffer from classroom hunger. It is an unfortunate fact. 
     Choosing between hunger and education should not be a decision which a child in a country like India needs to make. Education drives a nation ahead.
     We as Indians can step in and do out bit to help them reach a point where they do NOT have to make a choice, a place where they can focus on education and grow up to be incredible Indians.
     One really simple way to go about doing this is to donate one rupee each day for this cause. The cost of feeding a child for a year comes to around Rupees 750. For every mobile refill we do, lets keep aside one rupee for this cause.
     We can take this a stage ahead. How about every time during a festival, we buy a cracker, we keep aside a rupee. No doubt that every rupee is valuable for everyone. But the relative value of that one rupee is different for different people. In most homes we see one rupee coins lying here and there. Lets collect every coin we see and set it aside for this cause.
    And we can even go a step further. Lets learn to be good citizens. If we have a problem of drinking, make sure to keep 1 rupee aside for each drink we take. If we smoke, for every cigarette, keep aside a rupee. Every time we eat junk food, we keep aside a rupee. Every time we buy a costly dress, we do the same. Within one year, it is not a difficult target to reach - Rs. 750.
   And it will not be easy or everyone. But donation is not an easy thing to do. It is never meant to be easy. IF we have extra money, it becomes our duty to help others. On the other hand, it takes a lot of courage and dedication to help out others when we need it ourselves.
   Learning the relative value of Re.1 be the difference between a developed India and a developing India.




ed lithium

Friday, April 11, 2014

The Beast



The copter swayed dangerously over the tall trees, which were unlike any botanical encounters ever witnessed. These trees (they were called trees since this word came closest to describing these structures) stood tall and broad, and were a fiendish shade of purple that had orange wavy fuzzy lines smeared across its entirety. They seemed to be rooted and they seemed to be non motile. No one knew what these actually were and what these trees capable were of.  The pilot refused to go any lower, out of undiluted fright and a selfish, yet justified fear of death.

“We will have to drop him from this point; anything below is an unidentified threat to ourselves!”

“But this is thirty feet high! He could break his back!”

“We do not have a choice! Call up the quarters!”

“It’s not possible; it would take a day for the message to reach and a day to interpret their reply. We have no choice!”

The man in shackles was still confused, dazed and unfocussed. The sedative had been too strong. He tried his best to recall how he got there but he soon realised that he had bigger problems at hand, when the two big guys in white suits pushed him out of the copter. He embraced the ground with a wrenching thud and slowly his vision faded away, as he passed out from the pain, and he could see the copter fly away into the horizon and soon become a speck that vanished into an orange sky. With that sight, the man in shackles closed his eyes.



A loud beeping woke him up violently, as he tossed and turned till the noise dimmed away. He woke up to a sight he had never encountered before, neither in his dreams nor in his nightmares.

He was surrounded by tall purple structures that reminded him of trees and yet made him very much aware that they were not. Purple and orange with structures like leaves sticking out from every where, of menacing random shapes that gave the scariest of shadows on the ground, made him aware that he was in a place he did not know. Their psychedelic patterns made him a bit confused and he had to sit down on the ground, which he found was rather soft and fluffy, unlike land he had seen. This brown soft bed of sand explained why he did not break his neck from the fall. It did not explain why he was there, where he was and who were the two men who had pushed him out. Right now he was busy wondering what the loud noise was that woke him up.

The noise appeared again for a split second but soon he heard a man speak.

“I am glad to see you are alright.”

He was startled and looked around everywhere for someone but he could not see any one who could have said that.

“I am not around you, but I can see you. I can see what you see and feel what you feel. I can hear sound which reach your ears and smells that your nose picks up. I am the one who has sent you here.”

“Who are you? Why have you sent me here?”

“I believe you don’t know who you are, so I will answer that first. May be this will refresh your memory.

A year ago, you were convicted of murdering three innocent children when you were experiencing a high of heroine. You do not recall committing this crime, but enough evidence exists to prove you have done it. You were sentenced to death by hanging, for ending the lives of three innocent children who happened to be around you on that day.”

It suddenly started making sense as the man sat down and remembered all of this.

It had been an inexplicable emotion and a state of mind he could never have seen coming, when he had committed the heinous crime. He knew he was guilty and had decided to not protest falsely. He knew that his heroin addiction had taken over his life and changed him into a man he now barely knew. A death sentence was well deserved and he knew that that was the least he could be subjected to. He was on death row for two weeks when suddenly-

“I see you seem to have remembered a bit. I hope you remember our little agreement.”

A man had entered his cell, wearing a slick blue suit and light blue tie with a hideous Windsor knot. He took off his hat and placed it next to himself as he sat down on the bed.

“Inmate 304, you have been sentenced to death by hanging in three days. You stand to lose your life because you deserve to die for your crime. You will go to hell for what you did. I am here because not to help you, but because I need your help. I am not, in any circumstance, promising you help out of your death sentence. I will personally watch you be hanged myself. But I do promise you an attempt at redemption. If you do take my offer, you probably might have a chance to help humanity, if you remember what the word means.”

The agreement had been mysteriously strange. Somewhere in the foothills of the Himalayas, there had been an incident which needs to be mentioned here, for this determines the reason behind the inmate’s fate.

“There was a village at the very foothills of the Mighty Mountains, which was a witness to the incident. A fiery red fire ball seemed to soar across the sky, lightening the stars and space with enigmatic green and orange colours that persisted for days after the incident. The red fire ball seemed to come down with such a strong force that it caused a massive avalanche that wiped out the village and took down every thing in its path. Half of the villagers died in the avalanche, but the rest managed to survive and took shelter in a small village, not far from where their village was. Authorities were informed and when they reached the foothills, they were unable to describe what they saw. The villagers gave an accurate description of what happened during that night and the authorities did not need much time to conclude that it was in fact, a meteor that had collided with the earth. The strange things; however was the sheer size of the meteor which was left behind.

You see, inmate, the meteor was almost as tall as Everest and almost 20 kilometres wide. Nothing like this had ever been seen before.

The authorities were baffled. A meteor this size should have crushed the planet, but for some reason did not. No one dared to go near the huge meteor. Do you know why?”


The inmate had a feeling that he was about to find out for himself.

“Look around you inmate, have you ever seen anything like this before? Do you not believe that this place had life? Do you not now believe that extraterrestrials exist? That there is life in the universe and that it had come to us?”

“But what am I doing here?”

“The last twenty scientists who were brave enough to explore this meteor disappeared mysteriously. We have lost twenty of the most brilliant minds our country could have produced.”

“And that is why now you trying to send the most demented minds you can find. Like lambs on a leash, bait on a string.”

“That is correct inmate, and that was our little agreement. We do not need intelligent people to collect information”

“You need bodies!”

“And that is exactly what you are for us- a body which we need to send surveillance on the meteor, to stop wasting intelligent minds, and thinkers, and people whom we need to save this planet, should the time come. We do not know what lies on this massive rock. But whatever it is, it has killed twenty people. There have been no reports of any thing leaving the rock, the Army has confirmed, but we do not want to unleash these creatures on to our planet without knowing what their intentions are. We need intelligence.

We have attached video surveillance cameras and equipments to your body, which we are monitoring from here. We have sent twenty sicker, twisted death row inmates at various locations on this rock and we need your help to see what is happening on this massive meteor.

I do not expect to see you alive at the end of your mission, but you were meant to die any ways. At least with our help, you have a chance to help humanity by helping us figure out what is happening on that rock before they decide to step out themselves.”


Suddenly this all makes sense.  I am expendable. I can be easily sacrificed. The courts decided that my mistake was too grave for a chance to redeem myself. May be this one mission might help me do some good, try to redeem a little part of me that is waiting to die after that fateful day…



“But how do you expect me to move with these shackled still on?”

There was loud buzz again and the shackled opened up them.

“I am sorry, I almost forgot about that. Do you know what you are supposed to do inmate?”

“I have no clue whatsoever.”

“We don’t ourselves. Wander around, look around, give us any thing and everything you can see, smell, touch and hear. We need to know any thing, because right now, we do not know much.”



The inmate stood up and looked around. It was magnificent. The meteor, which he would have never guessed, spanned miles around him and at a point in front of him started climbing towards the sky and vanished into the clouds. Around him, he saw his own nightmare, reminding him vividly of the bad acid episode he had had close to fifteen years ago.

He saw around him the heinous purple trees that seemed to outgrow everything in its path. There were bright yellow bushes at the feet of the trees and seemed to cower in front of the monstrous structures.

The ground, brown and soft, seemed to have been made of some unimaginable porous clay like material that seemed to bend inwards every time he stepped on it. It seemed to wobble slightly, making him very uneasy about walking.

He wondered how the huge meteor had not managed to chip off even one rock from the Mighty Mountains, let alone not destroy his planet.

He walked slowly into the tree herd and he realised that it got darker by the minute. The tree stopped sunlight in its path and made it really difficult to see what was ahead. The yellow shrubs seemed to distinctly glow in the darkness and guide the way. However not all the shrubs glowed, and the ones that did seemed to do so together, almost as if lighting distinct paths along the forest.

He walked towards the point where the rock suddenly started to shoot up high and he knew that he was not going to climb any such thing. He turned around and started walking behind. Almost instantaneously, the shrubs which were glowing before stopped glowing and a new set of shrubs started glowing, changing the path to a more eastward direction. This startled the inmate.

The meteor is telling me where I should be going. This is anything but good…..


He decided to try to trace back his path and not follow the shrubs. He had a very strong feeling, that wherever this path went, nothing good was waiting for him. He stepped into the darkness and tried his best to find his way out of the maze. It was just one step into the darkness when he shrieked and jumped back into the light. Something had slithered onto his feet and grasped one of his ankles loosely. It had let go immediately and he realised that the meteor was telling him to stay out of the darkness. What it was, he did not see and he did not know. He did not want to find out what was lurking behind him in the darkness.

The less I know, the better my chances…..

He was glad that the new path was leading him away from the towering rock and that he would not have to climb this dangerous slope.

A few feet into the path, he stumbled and fell down on his face. He got up, rubbing his knee that was now bleeding. It seemed weird. The ground was really soft and it was highly suspect that the ground could have cut his knee. He bent down and tried grabbing thin air all around him because he could not see the ground. There was a rather menacing cold mist that had not covered the ground and the shrubs could not light the ground any more. He was about to give up when his hand felt something.

He picked it up and went near a lighted shrub to see what it is.

“Dr. Longnecker, CIA”

It was an identification badge and the inmate realised that this was one of the twenty scientists who had gone missing on the rock. A closer look made him gasp and he threw the badge away and stepped back. He looked at his hands again to check if he was seeing things. He was not. It was, without doubt, blood.

He did not have much time to think because he again stumbled down and this time he fell flat on something really soft. He was face to face with a man, lying dead on his back, face mauled beyond recognition. His white suit was drenched with blood and giant claw marks were visible all across his chest. Even though his face was scratched beyond human resemblance, his lips, or whatever remained of them, clearly showed a sign of terror and trepidation that sent the inmates heart beating vigorously. Each claw mark however was distinct. The claw marks seemed to have left a bright yellow substance on the body that glowed just like the shrubs. And as the mist cleared away a little he could see the disfigured face glow with the same yellow that the shrubs were using to light his way. He did not have to think twice before realising this was Dr. Longnecker, but how he had met this gruesome end, he did not know. He realised that he was now no longer alone on this rock and that some thing out there had attacked and killed Dr. Longnecker.


I am not alone….. What if it was that thing that grabbed my leg that killed Dr. Longnecker? Or is it another beast?

He ran away from the body, sure that the claw marks were definitely suggestive of an inhuman force. No human could have managed to rip apart a human being like this. No human could have left the yellow markings behind.

The authorities know something about this. This is a suicide mission.


He started running aimlessly, just following the yellow shrubs as he went.

May be Dr. Longnecker did not follow the lights. If I just follow the path I might have a chance.

He was sure that this was the reason because the weird beast had grabbed him when he had tried to go his own way. He decided to stick to the lighted path.


It was a mile before he came to a stop.

In front of him was a huge cave. The shrubs had not started to dim away and he could see that the rock wanted him to enter the cave. He was not sure what was inside the cave but he was sure that if he stayed in the darkness he would end up like Dr. Longnecker.

The cave was at least eighty feet high, and extremely dark. He could not see anything in front of him. The rocks in the cave however were extremely weird and different from the other rocks on the meteor. They glowed just like the bushed and they seemed to show him the path inside the cave. He was not sure if he was imagining it but the rocks seemed to be producing a strange humming noise, much like a demented didgeridoo. It produced a strange ritualistic rhythm that seemed to put him into a state of constant fear. The noise started to echo as he went inside the cave and suddenly he knew that he could hear chanting.


Is there any one inside this cave? May be I should turn back…..

He decided almost instantaneously against that. He knew that his best chances were in the light of the cave and he knew even they looked slim.

He started walking towards a tunnel that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller and the rocks now were glowing intensely. He stood for a minute, gasping for air. The cave seemed to be suffocating and the air seemed to be running out. It was then when he heard footsteps behind him.

His heart skipped a beat.

His first instinct was to run but he realised that whatever it was he could not out run it. The foot steps were slow and from far away, echoing in the huge cave. He wondered if one of the scientists had survived, but he soon realised he was just trying to make himself feel better. The foot steps were dull and heavy, and no human could have made it. He tried to wipe his forehead which was dripping with sweat when he realised that he was covered in the glowing material that was on the dead body. He tried to frantically rub it off. He saw that all of his clothes were covered in that as well. He wanted to hide somewhere behind the rocks but the yellow glow was giving him away. He heard the foot steps getting louder and louder by the minute and then, finally, he heard a loud moan.


It’s the beast!


The moan was unearthly and bloodcurdling. It seemed to be of neither animal nor man. Whatever it was, it was not happy. The moans got louder as the foot steps now picked up pace. A low pitched roar followed each foot step and the inmate knew that whatever it was was now running towards him. He had to get the entire glow off of him and hide quickly.

It was then that he realised that his uniform, which he was wearing had a name tag on it. And suddenly, he realised that the beast was not the thing in the room he was more alarmed about.

Dr. Longnecker, it read,

And the inmate simply stopped doing everything he was. The moaning and the foot steps were getting louder but now they just drowned in the cave, in this confused scared feeling the inmate was trapped in. the rocks were now beating even faster, the rhythm catching up quickly, the chanting seemed louder, and the rocks glowed sporadically, matching the beat with every minute.

And just like that the rocks stopped glowing and beating and the entire cave went silent.

The only things audible were the menacing moan of the beast, the footsteps had stopped, and the inmate could feel the beast’s breath on his neck, and the inmate’s heart pounding like a drum. The inmate turned around. The cave did not let him see the beast, but he saw the yellow viscous substance dripping from two large canines and two grotesque claws.

It took just a minute and it all ended as it began.

Out of the darkness a monstrous claw came down on the inmate’s face, killing him on impact. The nails dug deep into his face and the claw ripped his face off. The inmate fell down with a thud and the beast sank his teeth into the inmate’s stomach, leaving a distinct yellow glow as he did.

  ATROCITY AT MANOR LABORATORIES

July 5th, Cold Springs- Manor laboratories, a big name in dynamic psychiatric research, was shut down following the death of  fellow researchers over development of an unethical compound.

 The discovery of a new sedative, as declared in a press conference two years ago, earned the Manor laboratories much deserved fame and many national grants to study more about the compound. However reports had been leaking out that in spite of the many applications of this compound, worth a major part of the Manor revenue, there had been several unwanted side effects of the sedative, involving severe hallucinations, dementia and in one suspected case- coma. Manor laboratories however claim that this compound was going to be a quarter of the cost of the cheapest sedative on the market and was soon to replace every sedative in the country. They did not reveal the source of the compound and it’s considered to be a trade secret.

 The compound seems to be most likely a plant extract, however the source of the plants and the region where it grows has been kept secret.

 It had been suspected that Manor lab had been facing difficulties finding appropriate subjects for testing the drug on humans. Rumours soon began to spread of the use of mentally-ill patients from the neighbouring Manor asylum, also sun by the same board, and the use of test subjects against their will. These rumours however could never be proved and Manor lab declared in a press conference that the new sedative will be on for sale from the next year. They declared that only a few safety tests needed to be performed before capturing the market.

 Manor lab had declared that all safety tests had been completed. However, Dr. Crew leaked out an outrageous piece of news that the laboratories had been incapable of finding healthy patients and, sure about their product’s safety, had decided to conduct trials within themselves. This is a highly frowned upon procedure which the lab suggested was their last alternative. They formed teams of 20 within themselves and the first team supposedly had undergone the procedure. No one could prove this allegation and Dr. Crew was suspended from work.

 However yesterday, the lab reporter 21 deaths of their researchers and refused to give out a statement regarding the cause of death. It was soon discovered that all 21 had died in an overdose of the new sedative, thus proving the rumours of testing the sedative on themselves. The side effects had been stronger than expected and the dosage had been wrong, leading to severe hallucinations that were beyond explanation. All 20 died an hour after the over-dose from vascular complications. Autopsies have been inconclusive.

However the gruesome tale of Dr. Longnecker, one of the discoverers of the sedative, clawed out his own face before violently breaking the mirror in his room and using the shrapnel to carve out his face. All the time, the surveillance captured him screaming about the beast, which had been interestingly in the hallucinations of at least fifteen other subjects before they died. This came a shock for everyone since all 21 patients seemed to have undergone the similar hallucination. This seems to be beyond co-incidence and had bought into question the source of the sedative.
This comes as an important event in the trial of Dr. Longnecker v/s the county of Cold Spring, where he was charged with the murder of three innocent children, while driving after taking heroine. The accident had killed the three children on the spot, leaving their mother injured. The out come of the trial was supposed to go in Dr. Longnecker’s favour; however the trial seems to have ended abruptly now. The sedative has been taken out of the product line, curiously dubbed, the Beast.

Ed Lithium

My Friend Grunting


And then slowly my heart sunk. I woke up, and I hoped, like the end of all frightening stories today, there will be a twist in the tale, there will be a red herring, and I will not die. But this was all too real. And I knew I was minutes away from death.

Days before, I had already died once. It would seem like good friends always come through for you, no matter what. But my good friends hid their heads in the sand once I bit the dust. I was left alone. And so I decided to make myself a new friend. Every one needs friend they can call their own. Some times, when the world deals you a bad hand, you have to assume the impossible is extremely probable.

And so I sat down, and I stared at the wall endlessly for hours, neither blinking nor crying. And I felt sorrow, I felt pure unadulterated grief. But I did not cry. I stopped myself from crying, when all I wanted to do was break down into pieces and wish to be able to pick myself up. I let the sorrow build up inside of me. I let the desperation, the frustration, the anger and isolation mold up inside my soul, right next to my heart, my heart burnt as my emotions took refuge near by. My hands shook, as anger very quickly took over every emotion in my brain and my eyes went blood shot. And I realized it was now time to make my new friend.

And so I cried.

My new friend was made out of sheer sorrow, grief and anger. Frustration and desolation gave it a heart. Isolation gave it a soul. My new friend was extremely dark, with red shot eyes, just like mine. Just like an angry friend is supposed to have. He had almost no form except to me he looked like a very dark cloud. His feet never touched the ground, and he seemed to hover inches above the earth, with a aura so dark, it made me blink. My new friend was dense, and he was speechless. All he was was a reflection of me in an extremely dark mirror.


The first few days he simply floated around with me, not blinking, not breathing, emotionless as a rainy cloud. All he did was grunt, and he grunted every time I felt a pang of pain- either from anger or hurt. I did not mind the dense entity follow me around every where I went, even when I slept he would simply stand besides the bed and stare down at me.
Grunting.

After all, a friend is supposed to be a dense, mute, grunting companion.

It was after a few days that I realized a few things. My friends came back to me. It grunted. My girlfriend came back to me. It grunted. My family accepted me back. It grunted. Every time I heard it grunt, I felt grief, I felt anger, I felt frustration all over again. I felt trapped in an overwhelming sense of guilt, every time it grunted.
I was unquestionably trapped. I tried my best to smile after things became alright again. I tried my best to keep happy thoughts lingering in my brain, when fate decided it was supposed to be nicer to me. When things were happening as I always hoped, I could feel no hope. My new friend was now getting denser by the day. Its eyes, coal shot red, widened by the minute. And with each second, I could see a very thin smile develop on its formless face.

My friends were confused about my depression. My girl friend left me again, unable to deal with my erratic mood swings and rage tantrums. My family stuck out with me the longest, and tried to get me all help possible. I visited doctors and I saw psychologists. They poked me, gave me pills and even shot radiation through my brain to confirm I was still in control of my own sanity. They all looked down at the chart and sighed. And with that my family lost hope, and lost interest. I was now back with my friend. Grunting.

And today, I can hear its grunting right next to my shoulder. Its getting louder. I am getting weaker. I did not foresee the fact that I had made a monster, who was, without doubt, hundred percent anger, grief, desperation and isolation. And it fed on exactly the same. It needed me to be depressed. It needed my to be suicidal. The more I cried, the more it grunted. My friend. It wanted to see me suffer.

And so I lie in my bed today, very sure of the fact that this is not all just a simple nightmare, but exactly what would happen if I befriended depression. My friend, my monster, my demon now haunts me every day and not day.

Every Calvin is not meant to have a Hobbes.


Ed Lithium

Friday, September 6, 2013

Ganesha, my Friend

      Traffic for temple.  

      When Shiv Sena stopped the city from breaking down a temple in the middle of the road, people were surprised. Wouldn't it be for the greater good of the city if people can move freely? Would it not be a better city if traffic got better? If I could save five minutes of travel each day, does it not make sense to tear down a temple? Thoughts like these flooded the minds of people watching an unruly Shiv Sena mob stop the destruction. What people fail to see however, is what role the temple actually plays in every day life of a typical Mumbai-kar.

     Praying to Ganesha is a part and parcel of every Mumbai-kar's life.


     A twelve year old child stands awkwardly outside of a temple and gazes at the smiling God with an Elephant face and pot-belly. He has a very tough exam ahead of him and he has spent countless nights studying for it. However, he can't help but feel nervous. And so he closes his eyes, joins his palms and prays. A thin smile flickers on his face and he feels at peace as he walks away towards his school, ready for a challenge.
     A boy and a girl have waited for four hours in a long line to enter Ganapati's temple and they have not spoken a word. They have decided to spend their lives together and have also decided to tell their parents the next day. Their mind can't do anything besides play them videos of what all could go wrong. As they hold their hands, much to the anger of old aunties behind them, they are unaware that Ganapati has heard them without them even having spoken.
     A newly wedded couple go and distribute sweets at the birth of their son, thanks to having prayed incessantly at the feet of Ganesha. A woman has Ganapati bless her new car which he bought from her hard-earned salary. A student flying to US for the first time mutters "Ganapati Bappa Morya" as the plane takes off.

     Blurring the line everyday between God and Friend, Ganesha sits happily on this throne, smiling at devotees who come to pray.

     He is gifted with flowers and sweets, money and words. He sees people praying for help and thanking Him for having blessed them. He has spent His entire life helping people remove obstacles from their intended path. He feels sad on watching His devotees go through tough times and He eats their grief without even a second thought. Thus sits the Son of Shiva and Parvati, the Remover of Obstacles and everyone's Friend Ganesha.

     He is the child created without (Vina) the help of a Man (Nayaka), Vinayaka, who stops Shiva from entering his Mother's cave. He is Ganesha or Ganapati, the leader of Shiva's followers (Ganas). In the Varaha Purana, when Shiva (eyes shut) opened his eyes (Shankara), He laughed and out of the laughter Ganapati was born.

     When Shiva tells his Ganas to bring him a head, he tells them to go in the Northern direction. The North is associated with all things auspicious- permanence, immortality, prosperity and wisdom. And so is Ganesha.  It is said that when the Ganas went North , they found Airavata (vehicle of Indra, the God who brings rain) and hence brought back it's head. The Ganesh festivals typically are celebrated when the monsoon is on a wane, and his worship is related closely with wealth and fertility.

    Our obstacles are a collection of our own demons. Ganapati helps us remove our obstacles by helping us get rid of out own demons.



     Ganapati has assumed several forms to destroy evil. Vakratunda(God with curved trunk) rides a lion to kill Matsara. Lambodara (God with a pot belly) rides a rat to kill Krodha, the demon of rage. Vighnaraja (Master of obstacles) rides a serpent to kill Mama, the demon of self-indulgence. Dhumravarna (Smoke-colored God) rides a rat to kill Ahamkara, the demon of arrogance.


     Worship of Ganapati is incomplete without understanding what it actually means. When one bows down and prays to Shiva's Son Ganesh, he is killing these demons inside of him. He is praying to Ganesh to help him get rid of these evil qualities within his own soul. No obstacle is ever removed without removing your own vices. And this is how Ganapati helps you remove them. He helps you help yourself.

     Be aware and be sure of what your world is, Ganesha says.

     In a race with his brother Karthikeya, to circle the entire world, Ganapati teaches every one an important lesson. He simply goes around his Parents once and smiles. This lesson was told wonderfully by Bal Thackerey, "Before worshipping anyone, worship your parents!"

     On Akshay Tritiya, Ganapati becomes Sage Vyasa's scribe and writes down the epic Mahabharat without stopping for even a moment. When a great drought plagues South India, people prayed to Ganapati to remove this obstacle. Ganesha asked his Father to tell His disciple Sage Agastya to carry a pitcher of Ganga water south. Ganapati then took the form of a crow and tipped over the pitcher and caused the water of Ganga to flow across South India in the form of River Kaveri.

     Stories of Ganesha are many, varied and each teach us a valuable lesson. But there is one lesson which Ganapati teaches us every day and not all of us get that.
   
     Religion is not meant to be frightening, rigid and confusing. Religion is comforting. Religion soothes your soul. Religion gets rid of your confusion and fears. Religion reassures you. Religion guides you. God is your Friend. Be God-loving and not God-fearing.
     We treat Ganapati as our Friend, and confide in him all our fears and joys and sorrows. We speak to Him as if we are speaking to a Close Friend.
     In Pune, when the winter caught every one off guard, and the city came to chilling standstill, a devotee went and put a woollen sweater and a cap on Ganesha's idol to keep Him warm and comfortable.

     In Mumbai, we see Muslims celebrating Ganapati festival, and crying each year when Visarjan day arrives.

                                   
     Families which fight for the entire year, smile and get together for this time of the year, not because they have to, but because they simply cant do anything else! Lanes, localities, areas, cities come together for no reason whatsoever, simply to celebrate a Good Friend's arrival. And for that we prepare, and for that we prepare well. We donate time, and we donate efforts, we donate creativity. We come together, perform on a stage, express opinions, showcase our talent and make new friends.

     In a time when our country dreamed of independence, Ganesha answered our prayers and called all of us together and united us. Worshiping Ganesha goes beyond religion for our country and transcends all reasons. 

     And that is why when the temple was meant to be broken, the city officials never realized how many people had deeply rooted connections with the place. They ignored the importance of the temple in shaping Mumbai. They ignored their Best Friend.


     Every year, people of all castes, religions and culture come together in a wonderful country to celebrate the arrival of their Best Friend. And atheists have no reason to complain here, because our Best Friend takes care of everyone of us. And because people can always say that they do not believe in the existence of God (albeit wrongly), but no one can deny the love of their Best Friend.