Guest guest Posted October 28, 2011 Report Share Posted October 28, 2011 What a story !!! Do you have a score to settle with digvijay singh I am impressed Raju shah 1978 Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone I Bought A God The atmosphere always turns festive in anticipation of Diwali. Everybody does a lot of shopping. Women love this activity the most. I am always at my wife's disposal to take her around for her never-ending shopping sprees. We go out even when nothing is to be bought.  I am away from my family these days. The place I am in lacked the Diwali frenzy so visible everywhere. ly, I didn't even feel that it was Diwali. Then my friend (he is also without his family) suggested a trip to the shopping complex we have here. It has just a few shops to cater to the basic needs of the garrison. So we went out.  We aimlessly went to all shops. However, there was neither any real need or any intention to buy anything. We spent most of our time in a shop selling various things that could be gifted. A figurine of Ganesh caught my eye. It was made of brass and its solidity impressed me. It was crafted to give Ganesh an authoritative look. I bought it. As I stepped out of the shop, I was doubtful about the purchase because I don't have much interest in God or His affairs.  Sipping my coffee yesterday, I found the Ganesh sitting at the table directly in front of me. I studied its features. I marvelled at the surgical skills of the person who transplanted an elephant's head onto his (Ganesh's) body. I found his eyes disproportionately small. His corpulence forced me to guess his BMI. I wondered if he knows about the risks associated with gross obesity.  I was tickled by a funny idea. I hesitatingly asked Ganesh about that milk-drinking episode which brought the whole country to a grinding halt. I realised nobody talks to God in that manner. So I was not sure of his response. Hearing my question, his body stiffened and his face took on a grim expression. Even his eyes were clouded by an indescribable emotion. I expected him to say something harsh to show his contempt for my lack of indiscretion. I looked foolish under his unrelenting gaze. Suddenly, his face melted into a beatific smile and his big ears fluttered a bit. This friendly gesture put me at ease.  Ganesh spoke in a measured tone, " I don't know exactly how that madness started. Perhaps Digvijay Singh (who often makes an ass of himself on TV) spread the rumour that I was to drink milk that day. Millions rushed to me with their offering of milk. Worse, they even tried to make me drink it. Many impatient fools simply poured the milk over me. Their impertinence appalled me. Nobody bothered to find out whether or not I like milk (which I don't). What if I had lactase intolerance? I felt absolutely silly getting all that unwanted attention. Imagine my relief when people finally retired for the night and left me alone. I felt uncomfortable for a long time with that stickiness clinging to my body. "     Suppressing my smile, I asked him, " So you didn't drink any milk. " He stared at me and said emphatically, " No, I didn't. You are the first person I have talked to about that crazy experience. " I asked him if he has ever met Digvijay Singh after that. I could see the fury in his eyes. He replied in a menacing tone, " No, he is fortunate to have never crossed my path. The day I catch hold of the rascal, I will beat him to a pulp. "  I hope Ganesh will fulfil his promise one day.    Bharat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 28, 2011 Report Share Posted October 28, 2011 Quite a vivid imagination you have there, Bharat ;-) Ravin '82 On Fri, Oct 28, 2011 at 4:08 PM, Bharat Sharma wrote: > ** > > > The atmosphere always turns festive in anticipation of Diwali. Everybody > does a lot of shopping. Women love this activity the most. I am always at my > wife's disposal to take her around for her never-ending shopping sprees. We > go out even when nothing is to be bought. > > I am away from my family these days. The place I am in lacked the Diwali > frenzy so visible everywhere. ly, I didn't even feel that it was > Diwali. Then my friend (he is also without his family) suggested a trip to > the shopping complex we have here. It has just a few shops to cater to the > basic needs of the garrison. So we went out. > > We aimlessly went to all shops. However, there was neither any real need or > any intention to buy anything. We spent most of our time in a shop selling > various things that could be gifted. A figurine of Ganesh caught my eye. It > was made of brass and its solidity impressed me. It was crafted to give > Ganesh an authoritative look. I bought it. As I stepped out of the shop, I > was doubtful about the purchase because I don't have much interest in God or > His affairs. > > Sipping my coffee yesterday, I found the Ganesh sitting at the table > directly in front of me. I studied its features. I marvelled at the surgical > skills of the person who transplanted an elephant's head onto his (Ganesh's) > body. I found his eyes disproportionately small. His corpulence forced me to > guess his BMI. I wondered if he knows about the risks associated with gross > obesity. > > I was tickled by a funny idea. I hesitatingly asked Ganesh about that > milk-drinking episode which brought the whole country to a grinding halt. I > realised nobody talks to God in that manner. So I was not sure of his > response. Hearing my question, his body stiffened and his face took on a > grim expression. Even his eyes were clouded by an indescribable emotion. > I expected him to say something harsh to show his contempt for my lack of > indiscretion. I looked foolish under his unrelenting gaze. Suddenly, his > face melted into a beatific smile and his big ears fluttered a bit. This > friendly gesture put me at ease. > > Ganesh spoke in a measured tone, " I don't know exactly how that madness > started. Perhaps Digvijay Singh (who often makes an ass of himself on TV) > spread the rumour that I was to drink milk that day. Millions rushed to me > with their offering of milk. Worse, they even tried to make me drink it. > Many impatient fools simply poured the milk over me. Their impertinence > appalled me. Nobody bothered to find out whether or not I like milk (which I > don't). What if I had lactase intolerance? I felt absolutely silly getting > all that unwanted attention. Imagine my relief when people finally retired > for the night and left me alone. I felt uncomfortable for a long time with > that stickiness clinging to my body. " > > Suppressing my smile, I asked him, " So you didn't drink any milk. " He > stared at me and said emphatically, " No, I didn't. You are the first person > I have talked to about that crazy experience. " I asked him if he has ever > met Digvijay Singh after that. I could see the fury in his eyes. He replied > in a menacing tone, " No, he is fortunate to have never crossed my path. The > day I catch hold of the rascal, I will beat him to a pulp. " > > I hope Ganesh will fulfil his promise one day. > > Bharat > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 28, 2011 Report Share Posted October 28, 2011 Great story BB ! We should (at least I will) endeavour to remind Ganesh of his promise.   ;-)) btw, were you sipping coffee or something else while having the spirited conversation ? Sanjay Marwah ' 78 ________________________________ To: mgims <mgims > Sent: Friday, 28 October 2011 4:08 PM Subject: I Bought A God  The atmosphere always turns festive in anticipation of Diwali. Everybody does a lot of shopping. Women love this activity the most. I am always at my wife's disposal to take her around for her never-ending shopping sprees. We go out even when nothing is to be bought.  I am away from my family these days. The place I am in lacked the Diwali frenzy so visible everywhere. ly, I didn't even feel that it was Diwali. Then my friend (he is also without his family) suggested a trip to the shopping complex we have here. It has just a few shops to cater to the basic needs of the garrison. So we went out.  We aimlessly went to all shops. However, there was neither any real need or any intention to buy anything. We spent most of our time in a shop selling various things that could be gifted. A figurine of Ganesh caught my eye. It was made of brass and its solidity impressed me. It was crafted to give Ganesh an authoritative look. I bought it. As I stepped out of the shop, I was doubtful about the purchase because I don't have much interest in God or His affairs.  Sipping my coffee yesterday, I found the Ganesh sitting at the table directly in front of me. I studied its features. I marvelled at the surgical skills of the person who transplanted an elephant's head onto his (Ganesh's) body. I found his eyes disproportionately small. His corpulence forced me to guess his BMI. I wondered if he knows about the risks associated with gross obesity.  I was tickled by a funny idea. I hesitatingly asked Ganesh about that milk-drinking episode which brought the whole country to a grinding halt. I realised nobody talks to God in that manner. So I was not sure of his response. Hearing my question, his body stiffened and his face took on a grim expression. Even his eyes were clouded by an indescribable emotion. I expected him to say something harsh to show his contempt for my lack of indiscretion. I looked foolish under his unrelenting gaze. Suddenly, his face melted into a beatific smile and his big ears fluttered a bit. This friendly gesture put me at ease.  Ganesh spoke in a measured tone, " I don't know exactly how that madness started. Perhaps Digvijay Singh (who often makes an ass of himself on TV) spread the rumour that I was to drink milk that day. Millions rushed to me with their offering of milk. Worse, they even tried to make me drink it. Many impatient fools simply poured the milk over me. Their impertinence appalled me. Nobody bothered to find out whether or not I like milk (which I don't). What if I had lactase intolerance? I felt absolutely silly getting all that unwanted attention. Imagine my relief when people finally retired for the night and left me alone. I felt uncomfortable for a long time with that stickiness clinging to my body. "     Suppressing my smile, I asked him, " So you didn't drink any milk. " He stared at me and said emphatically, " No, I didn't. You are the first person I have talked to about that crazy experience. " I asked him if he has ever met Digvijay Singh after that. I could see the fury in his eyes. He replied in a menacing tone, " No, he is fortunate to have never crossed my path. The day I catch hold of the rascal, I will beat him to a pulp. "  I hope Ganesh will fulfil his promise one day.    Bharat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 29, 2011 Report Share Posted October 29, 2011 Ha Ha! Bharat! A very nice story. Kishore Shah 1974 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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