Festivals, not just a celebration but an entire emotion

The door closed and there was a board put up on the counter " Opens at 5:30 for next Darshanam" . The Priest was organizing his prayer books and putting holy clothes into his cloth bag that he religiously carried with him all these years of his service in the Vinayaka temple. He was making his way out through the main gate when the security guard told him " Sir the festival season is round the corner, we need to get done with the preparations." Ramaiah smiled and replied " Everything will be taken care of Soorappa. Go have your lunch.I will discuss about it in the evening".

That evening Ramaiah performed his regular Pooja rituals and since it was a Wednesday - mid of the week, visitors count was scanty. It was the right time to start charting out the activities for the following week. He called the adyaksha (Chair person) Bheema Rao and discussed the requirements and funding. Plan was set, committee got it's detailed activity list that set them off immediately on it.

There was emotion attached to every thing being done, each and everyone had the belief in Him - the Lord Ganesha, who is the remover of obstacles. Everyone look forward to him for his strength, stamina, endurance and longevity.

The day of Vinayaka Chaturthi was celebrated religiously with vedic hymns chanted and all rituals performed with a bit of cultural touch added every night for ten days until Vignaharta was immersed in water for his homeward journey in Mount Kailash to the abode of his parents - Shiva and Parvati.

Ramaiah walked into the temple gates the next morning to perform his duties as usual.

Days go by, years pass by, these festivals and the emotions they carry with them continues for the generations to come...

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