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“She inhaled deeply鈥攁nd sneezed. Stupid allergies. 鈥淕ods bless you,鈥� Rishi said.
Dimple arched an eyebrow. 鈥淕ods?鈥�
He nodded sagely. 鈥淎s a Hindu, I鈥檓 a polytheist, as you well know.鈥�
Dimple laughed. 鈥淵es, and I also know we still only say 鈥楪od,鈥� not 鈥榞ods.鈥� We still believe Brahma is the supreme creator.鈥�
Rishi smiled, a sneaky little thing that darted out before he could stop it. 鈥淵ou got me. It鈥檚 my version of microaggressing back on people.鈥�
鈥淓虫辫濒补颈苍.鈥�
鈥淪o, okay. This is how it works in the US: In the spring we鈥檙e constantly subjected to bunnies and eggs wherever we go, signifying Christ鈥檚 resurrection. Then right around October we begin to see pine trees and nativity scenes and laughing fat white men everywhere. Christian iconography is all over the place, constantly in our faces, even in casual conversation. This is the bible of comic book artists . . . He had a come to Jesus moment, all of that stuff. So this is my way of saying, Hey, maybe I believe something a little different. And every time someone asks me why 鈥榞ods,鈥� I get to explain Hinduism.鈥�
Dimple chewed on this, impressed in spite of herself. He actually had a valid point. Why was Christianity always the default? 鈥淎h.鈥� She nodded, pushing her glasses up on her nose. 鈥淪o what you鈥檙e saying is, you鈥檙e like a Jehovah鈥檚 Witness for our people.鈥�
Rishi鈥檚 mouth twitched, but he nodded seriously. 鈥淵es. I鈥檓 Ganesha鈥檚 Witness. Has a bit of a ring to it, don鈥檛 you think?”
― Sandhya Menon, When Dimple Met Rishi

“Then what in your opinion is a good story?'

'What it's always been, monkey,' Ganesha said. 'One dhansu conflict. Some chaka-chak song and dance. Grief. Love. Love for the lover, love for the mother. Love for the land. Comedy. Terror. One tremendous villain whom we must love also. All the elements properly balanced and mixed together, item after item, like a perfect meal with a dance of tastes. There you have it.”
― Vikram Chandra, Red Earth and Pouring Rain

“啶掂啷嵿ぐ啶む啶傕ぁ 啶す啶距啶距く 啶曕啶熰た啶膏啶班啶じ啶お啷嵿ぐ啶イ
啶ㄠた啶班啶掂た啶樴啶ㄠ 啶曕啶班 啶 啶︵啶� 啶膏ぐ啷嵿さ啶曕ぞ啶班啶啶粪 啶膏ぐ啷嵿さ啶︵ぞ啷�

鈥淟ord Ganesh of curved elephant trunk and huge body,
Whose brilliance is equal to billions of suns in intensity,
Always removes all obstacles from my endeavours truly,
I respectfully pray to him with all my revered sincerity.鈥�
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― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

“If we can learn anything from Lord Ganesha, it is: Be sincere and care no one in the line of duty.”
― Mohith Agadi

“Logic is like a mouse. It can cut through anything. Ganesha is the Lord of inward logic (Vitarka). Seekers on the path of knowledge must use the mouse to cut through their own illusion (like sages) instead of trying to cut through the universe (like western scientists).”
― Shunya

“I was told that Ganesha sat between Lakshmi and Saraswati. My quest to attain the blessings of both goddesses explains my physique.”
― Ashwin Sanghi

“SON of GOD Lord JESUS is the Avatar of Lord GANESHA, MURUGA PERUMAL”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“The Storyteller
The little boy stumbled through the forest. He was sure that wild animals were chasing him, and wanted to eat him.
As he crashed through the undergrowth he suddenly emerged into a clearing. He looked around, fearing that he could hear animals, but all was quiet.
The little boy walked further into the clearing. He saw a small stool with a book on it. He stopped, and looked around wondering who had left the stool, and the book there.
He walked over to the stool, and picked up the book to look at it.
Without thinking, he sat down, and opened the book.
He started to read aloud. The only sound in the clearing was the little boy鈥檚 voice.
He had forgotten about his earlier fear, and he had also stopped imagining that he could hear animals after him.
Once he had finished reading the story he put the book down, and he said to the clearing, 鈥淚鈥檒l come back tomorrow to read again.鈥�
The little boy left the clearing and reentered the forest. He wasn鈥檛 afraid anymore. It was if he had a new found confidence, and manner.
The next day he returned, and found a different book on the stool, and as before, he sat down, and started to read.
This went on for a week. After seven days animals started to come through the undergrowth, and entered the clearing. When they saw the boy, and heard his storytelling they would stop, find a place to sit down, and listen to him.
One day he heard a roar behind him, and the little boy turned around, coming face to face with a tiger.
鈥淪hhh!鈥� he told the tiger, and gave it a smack across the nose.
The tiger was taken aback, but he did as he was told and he went to a tree. Then he too, sat and listened to the little boy.
This went on for many years, and some animals died never to return, while others grew old as the little boy did.
One day, when the little boy was no more but a little old man he died as he was reading one of his stories.
The animals looked up, and listened to the silence.
Wild dogs howled, elephants trumpeted their calls, birds tweeted and chirped, monkeys chatted and tigers roared as one.
The tiger, who many years ago the little boy had smacked across the nose, carried the little boy, and laid him to rest under his tree.
The animals lined up to pay their respects to the little boy who had devoted his life to reading to the animals.
As they lined up, they were watched by God, Buddha, Allah and Ganesha, who were standing off to the side. They had tears in their eyes, not because the little boy had died, but because as each animal came to the body of the little boy, each animal would lay their head down on his chest, and shed tears over the boy鈥檚 body.
Finally a small baby elephant came, and laid his head, and trunk down on the little boy鈥檚 body, and his tears flowed over the little boy鈥檚 chest.
When the animals had left, there was an eerie silence over the clearing.
Many, many years passed until one day, a small girl come running through the bushes, with a frightened look on her face. She stopped, and looked around the clearing. She saw a small stool, and so she walked over to it, wondering who would leave such a thing here in the forest.
She sat down on the stool and looked down. She saw a box full of books.
The little boy smiled.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“To understand Brahma, understand the structure with the easy (though not apt) example of an org chart that depicts a company or an educational institute that is managed by a board of C-Suite executives. - The universe is managed with invisible powers (in Sanatan Dharma) further by Goddess Laxmi as CFO, Ganesha as Product Owner, Goddess Saraswati as CIO, Narad Muni as HR, Goddess Parvati as Chief Compliance Officer, and many more (for better illustration purposes only).”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, Smiling Brahma

“A silk shawl, as indigo as the midnight heavens, lay draped across the god鈥檚 brass thighs.”
― Elizabeth Bear, Shoggoths in Bloom and Other Stories