After more than ten days of poojas, Ganesha’s festival ended yesterday. Roads had been cordoned off. Most buses didn’t run, and the few auto-rickshaw drivers who ventured in the streets charged double, even triple. The whole city resonated with the pulse of the beating drums, and everywhere, trucks, big and small, carrying Ganesh statues, converged towards the lake Husain Sagar, where huge cranes awaited the statues to immerge them in the water.
I try to imagine the botton of the lake, today, and think about something that my 3-year-old daughter said, not long ago, after she’d finished her lunch. “The bread, the ham and the cheese are inside my belly and they’re all talking to each other now.” Maybe all the Ganeshas are having a conversation. Or maybe it all looks like an underwater dump, crowded and dirty. A desolate factory full of broken statues piling up in the darkness.
I sound gloomy, and it’s a shame, because I really like Ganesha and I also want to remember the joy and cheerful spirit of that festival. Here are a few more pictures, some hastily shot while driving… oops !