I've almost always shied away from poojas. When I've gone, I've always been in another room, playing with the other kids around. I haven't attended a pooja or a satsang in more than two years.
So I wasn't too pleased when my aunt, who I currently live with in Bombay, decided to drag me to a neighbour's place for a Ganpati pooja thingy. I sat awkwardly for a good half hour, right in the front, as others around me chanted, some mantras known, some alien.
Even the 7 year old kid next to me knew exactly what to do.
All I did was admire the decoreations and the pure white orchids used. Yeah, I checked, they were real.
And in the middle of all the noise and the chaos, my mind throwing up random bull, I looked into the compassionate eyes of the idol...and I had a conversation with Lord Ganesha.
Naah, it was probably the deluded mental diarhhea.
'Enjoying this, are you?', I asked the object of worship.
'YES!', he replied.
'But seriously dude,' I say, 'Why do people go through so much trouble for you anyway when you'd be just as happy even if they didn't?'
'Because,' and I could almost see a grin very familiar to me from somewhere else, 'I'm AWESOME.'