I

It feels sometimes strange to know that every individual is so much different; every person who lived and will live is different from each other. At this instant, 2009, we are about six billion people. Well we were not so much ever. So given that a generation lasts, in average, about 50 years, and if in average each generation has about three billion people, then we have about 120 billion people since Christ. That's a lot of human beings, a lot. How many humans do we connect to in our active live- relatives, friends, friends of friends, relatives of relatives, colleagues, teachers, neighbors, and so on and on. Well, how many people do we connect to or know, to some extent, in our lives? A 1000 of them, maybe a maximum of about 5000. Let us keep an average of 1000 people. I know Obama is the American President but I do not know him, and so doesn't he. So, among them how may of them really matter? Maybe 10-20 or even less, 3-5. Well, sometimes, it comes down to just a single count. Me or I..... I. Well for some people, it's a very important word, for some it's a very funny letter, for some it's a very depressing word, for some, well, for many it's the way of life.

Just the ninth letter of the English alphabet, and it rules the world. I rules the world. A single I combines with similar I's and makes a community I, a group I and then a country I. And sometimes, when they see an alien movie, an earth I. And sometimes, when you need to help someone, I becomes You, only sometimes becomes a We, that too for the sake of I, not for You or for We in a true sense. When a baby gets born, there is no I. And one day, I comes to visit him. I tempts the, now, so called, grown-up baby. The grown up is lured into many delicacies like my, mine, me. Further with time, it gives bonuses of possession, belonging. But it also gives action, and urge. Gradually I becomes his best friend. He doesn't roam around with anyone, but I. Even if he's with anyone, he's with I. He hallucinates and dreams of only I. Then, I gives him a Christmas offer - Hate, Lust, Greed and Sin. And all these offers he sees as Protection, Love, Responsibility and Power. Gradually he becomes combined to I, so much so that there remains no difference. He recognizes himself with I and nothing else. It becomes like an obligation for survival. His songs sing praises of I, and his needs and wants become Superlative. With this misidentification of false I, he totally forgets Iself. The same Iself with which he used to laugh and cheer when he saw a bird flying, sun rising gently, or tides touching his feet. He doesn't even remember the time when Iself taught him to be happy, that happiness which twinkles in the eyes. But rather, he sees that happiness in the Power of I or the Lust of I.

And one day he gets really tired. Then he tries to call I, but he's not available. He becomes sick, and I doesn't answer. He gets into a lot of trouble, he cries for I to help. But no answers arrive, just silence which haunts like the realization of his greatest phobia. Then out of desperation, he starts to hate I, in this course, he starts hating Iself, mistaking Iself for I. He gives troubles to Iself thinking that he's troubling I but he doesn't realize that he's hurting Iself very much. Finally out of desperation, he tries to consult We, but he finds out that We also was a combination of I, just like a shiny diamond necklace, where no diamond knew harmony, but did shine. All this while Islef was trying to communicate with him or to arrange meetings with We, he knew would help. But he would neglect every signals. And one day Iself gathered all its powers and called I. Initially I did not come but after some time I came. It came with all his powers of hatred, lust, domination. But this time Iself was prepared. When he saw him coming, he just remained silent and with it made him also silent. He did not move at all. I came and launched a full attack form every possible angle he could. But he did not react, cause, he was silent and this silence Iself gave him. I tried everything and finally gave up. And as I was leaving, Islef opens itself and asks him to call I. Then when he called I, I came back, but this time, with his power of action and just action, nothing else.

Shri Hanumana

A thousand salutations. I cannot humble more. I cannot even rise more. I do not know if I was born, ever, or am I to you, to be in you, your arms and shine in your eyes. Immortals perish, eras end, universe comes to a rest, you stay, stay in the essence, of me, you, we all, and the universe that just rested. The completeness in your eyes, the art of its strength, and the calm of its patience, dissolves the I. Such loyalty, such faith, a compare to none, only you, the mighty, the whole you, a jewel you. Rising, you as truth, as I sings your forgiveness. The I, not me, the I, me, minus I, the core, the essence, the existence of none. I longs your love and then waits to be you, you and you who prevail.

Contained, precise, a dictionary of its own, wisdom of its own origin and truth like the nothing, spread like universe and light like space, your praise echoes like the pulsations of the planet, the light of the core and like the corridor of completenss. Was it, now, is it now, or will it be now that I won’t be born again, you firm your essence from the heart of the Lord, from the care of Love and souls of heaven.

Be I not in play, nor in false, neither in nor, nor in neither, in your essence, in your all.

Who…?

I was resting in my garden, just throwing my body in the grass, closing my eyes and just resting like I was nowhere. I could feel the beautiful flowers around me, and the occasional brushing of breeze was very pleasing. Then I felt something around me, something ran around me, and then stopped in front of me. I opened my eyes and sit hastily and was amazed to see a big man in front of me. He was a huge man, he was about 7 feet tall and wore a long white colour robe. He had long grey hair, and had such a beautiful smile. He was smiling at me and looked as if I was in his family. I was very confused, I could not ask anything, I was clueless, and then he nodded his head, then I suddenly with a rush spoke, ‘Who are you and how did you come here?’ He smiled again and then said, ‘Everyone knows me, you also know me.’ I was very confused, very jumbled up, very weird. There was a bucket, some metres away, in which water was filling up from a tap, but amazingly the tap was open, the bucket was full, but still the water was not overflowing. We looked at the bucket and then looked at me, then nodded his head again, then the water started to overflow. He looked at me again, then said in a very friendly voice, ‘So, you wanted to know my name..’

I was very terrified at this moment, I was feeling very thirsty, perspiring, I said nothing, just looked at him. He then said, ‘You see this flower.’ I looked at the flower, and then again looked at him. He touched the flower, then the flower suddenly began to wither, the red flower became pale and in no time, fell to the ground. I was very terrified this moment, very afraid. ‘Don’t be afraid son, don’t be.’, he said.
‘Who are you? Are you some magician, or some kind of …… ’
‘So you still haven’t recognized me.’
‘No, are you God or some kind of a devil, what are you, who are you.’

‘Hahaha….’, he smiled like an accomplished poet, and then said, ‘Well, humans give me many names, I am no God, nor am I a devil, but I am both as well. Sometimes I am potrayed as God and sometimes devil.’ He moved his hand towards me, and then touched me on my forehead, I got so terrified that I started to crawl away from him. He did this so swiftly that I could not get time to run away. Looking at this, he burst into a big laughter. And said, ‘Ahh…… humans.’ I then stopped and looked at him. He stood up still and the spread his hands wide and then vanished just like that.

I did not know what to do, I was very afraid, what would I be like, what will happen to me, he had touched me, will I wither like that flower, will I end? I was very terrified, then I looked at that flower, it was gone. There was a small plant there, at the place where the flower fell, and then I again looked at the place from which the flower had fallen off, there was amazingly a new, very marvelously beautiful flower.

Idol

A cup of coffee doesn’t solve any problem. Also there is no harm in having one. How this global crisis is going to be solved? Who has the answer to this problem? So many things are happening so fast around us that we need to see below us, if the land remains. It’s as if we are moving on an escalator. Things are happening so rapidly and spontaneously. Let us group, flow some networks, look for corporate contacts, aim for a higher feedback, big salary, big profit, large futures, dream a holiday and dream a celebrity status. Are we done? There’s no point living a pessimistic life, and also there’s no point living an aimless life.

Isn’t it time that, we assessed ourselves? When will this discomfort of the society be solved? They say they have problems only in the poorer countries. Does this mean the richer ones live in heaven? Is a bath in diamonds and salvation in sex, the ultimate? Never. So, what does a poor county learn from these all? What example does a father give to his son, in different walks of life? Does he encourage his child to become like a Noble Prize Laureate, or a Rap star, a successful footballer, the Secretary of the United Nations or the President of America, a great scientist, a philosopher, a visionary, an actor, a model, a business tycoon? Whom does he look for, to make an idol for his children? Do any of them satisfy the need of a father? Maybe some do, maybe all of them do. Who’s there who can inspire you? An image which can make you feel that you have a part to play. A person who can sow a seed of gratitude and humility to do things the right way, the way it needs to be done. Is there any human alive this day, who can inspire you to live a life where you never wanted more? A life full of present. A life in which you do not need to grief about the past and never cry about the future. A person, who can show you the right way, the way to a life of beauty and love. And, of course, these days love and sex are used as synonyms, isn’t this a sign of something really strange, humans behaving like animals? So, who can be a leader to tame these animals? Who is there, who can teach humans to love again? And that, the love is all justified. Is there a human alive this present day, whose love is all justified, whose life is all justified, whose vision is all clear and powerful?

I go to find an icon in the history, whom I can say, is an idol. I person whom I can proudly say, I want to be like him, or a person I can suggest to a Father. The World history is full of icons. And not all are humans; some are angels and devils of the myths and some even God. Of course, we do not know if an angel or a God exist, but looking at the present scenario of the globe, one really thinks that devil does exist. Devil, in the form of all the mishaps and ills that is going on around the world. So, I need to make sure that I do not pick a devil from the pages of history. So where do I start from? Ahh, Prehistory.

Men were uncivilized beings then. They lived together but had no society. They slowly discovered wheels, fire, cooked food, made homes and some clothes made out of feather and leaves. It’s funny to see fashion industry still endorsing those leaves, what great respect to our ancient past! So, is he the idol, the one who first discovered fire, or clothing, or cooked food? Perhaps, he is. Hadn’t it been for him, we would still be hanging in trees and killing rabbits and deers, even mammoths, perhaps, for raw meat. So, what I get from him now? I can’t apply his theories of cooking food and wheels and fire today. He was radical. He taught people how to look for ideas, how to think for a better living, how to protect your body and how to eat better food and how to get shelter. He was farsighted, so he taught his son to work for community, as community was just a concept, then, which was near to be in practice. So, I say to a father, make your son radical, a person who works for others. Tell your son to analyze his necessities well and find a solution which works well, for all his community.

Then, men needed a community, they started farming, they kept animals, and had social gatherings. They started to analyze their necessities and together they lived. So, to live even better, they needed some rules, some rules of living. Similarly, people began to know how to trade, and how to establish relations between another human. But they were still brutal. Brutal in living, and thoughts. With trade and business came greed, and lust took bigger shape. So people became even more brutal. People were made slaves and treated like animals, sometimes by humans and sometimes by their own brains. They were living an unorganized life, not knowing what to do? So, now and then came a visionary who taught them how to live, how to be a human, how to get the most out of their livings?

While talking about the idols, while running through the human history, we find so many influential figures and icons. Let’s attempt to talk about the impact they made in a humane basis. All trying to lead us towards a happier and evolved state. So, the search for an idol went through many biographies and myths, many wars, and social conflicts, many tragedies and solutions, many religions and experiences.

It analyzed the Sainthood and Detachment of the 10,000 B.C King Janaka from the Hindu epic Ramayana, also the bravery, self-discipline and love of a true King, a true Son, King Rama, of the same era. The love and deed of a true Mother and a true wife was reflected by the same King’s wife, Sita. An ideal friend was played by Hanumana and an ideal brother by, Laxman. And then there was another King, Krishna, from the epic Mahabharata, who taught to be a witness to this Worldy happenings and how one should always complete his humane purpose, by his teachings in the epic Geeta, at about 6000 B.C. There was Moses, who taught human to fight against bad. And with him came the ways of living for all. The way he fought against slavery, was so brave and worth mentioning. His ten commandments, now become a basis of good living and many laws. Then was, Socrates who taught humans to analyze, and think, and explore. Though he welcomed death with his open arms, he died telling us to analyze. Also there was Zarathrustha, who respected females as the teachers of nobility and purity, and asked men to rise in morality by these teachings. Again, there was Confucius, who taught to live in fairness, modesty, wisdom, sincerity and well-wishing. There was Lao-Tse who always preached about action through inaction, and told to good everybody. There was Abraham who was so well- known for his benevolence, and always treated humans like precious jewel, and also there was Prophet Mohammed, who taught humans to feel the pain of another human and treat all equally. We have Jesus Christ, who through his forgiveness and love, taught us all to kill all our ego and live a saintly life. Again, there were Gautam Buddha and Mahabir, both of whom lived the life of a Sanyashi, leaving the pleasures of palace and preached about self-detachment, non-violence and forgiveness. We cannot forget Guru Nanaka, who always preached about equality in all religions.

And there was Alexander, the great, an icon of bravery and self-confidence. There were Archimedes and Plato, who influenced us towards scientific approach to life. Chanakya, minister to a Maurian King of the Maurya empire, so vastly known for his politics and intellect. We also know about Genghis Khan, the powerful Mongol King, whose empire conquered all Asia. We all praise Michangelo and Leonardo da Vinci for their creativity and versatility. We cannot forget Albert Einstein for his theory of relativity, Newton for gravity, Edison for his thousand inventions, Alfred Nobel for dynamite and the Nobel Prize, Jung for his psychoanalytical success, Freud for his sexual interpretation of the psyche, Hitler and Napolean for their bloodshed, Shakespeare for his powerful and fine dramas and poems and Babbage for his mechanical computer and Darwin for his evolutionary theory, Marx for this theories, Mahatma Gandhi for his simplicity and great inspirations. Our world is shaped by so many different categories fo people. There are so many of them, these icons, in history, who have constantly shaped the path of history and the fete of mankind and has now become a basis for the future human.

Bill Gates earned a lot, Pele hit so many goals, Jordon did many baskets, Ambani and Mittal grew great, China is betting for the economical leader, U.S wants control, some are dying for religion, some for nothing, many are depressed, many do not bother a bit, some enjoy in everything, and are in perfect control, NASA wants to go to Mars now, some are investing on green future, others are hoping they do so, all teenagers want to become like the person they see in television, television are showing whatever they like, internet is getting very crowded, so is the earth, but the forests are not, neither is love, Mayan calendar ends on 2012, we are in Kali Yuga of Hindu mythology, world economy is getting very unstable, climate is changing, so are people’s priorities, hate is increasing and so is the global temperature, earth is an island, the space station is in the space, world leaders are having groups, some are pretending, some are sane, some are not, humans want a change, so does the fox in the zoo, Africa is hungry, so is the Lion, water levels are rising, so is the temper, rich are enjoying their monopoly, not the poor, their poverty, Newsweek has plenty of news, Iraq is all the same, politicians can’t be trusted, so can’t be the baboon, skin is selling a ton, naked and in action, parents are confused, children are never burdened more ever, Branson wants to go to space, Obama is fighting, Abraham Lincoln and Kennedy share a mystery, it’s difficult to remove a tattoo, so is fear, habit and loss, there is energy crisis, so was it before industrial revolution, scandals are in the news, so is cancer and aids, humans are getting tired, scientists are growing, people want peace, more want pleasure, some death, middle east is very rich, there’s great competition, people want money, people spend so many, some tribes in brazil threw weapons to helicopters, people are still dying a natural death, blood is still red, people still don’t know if God exists, String theory is on the rise, so are killings everywhere, fantasy movies are ruling their business, specific movies for specific viewers are being popularized, video games include bigger, ruthless creatures, people are working days and nights for peace, for loneliness and for lust, humans were wilder then, now they are in clothes, but still the same, some know how to impress, some don’t, people want love, NGOs are INGOs are advertising more, people are teaching people to look for destiny, some are true, some just fake, some got the truth they searched, some wasted till death, there are more diseases than cures, some are cured miraculously, some are lucky, some aren’t.

The list goes on increasing, and will never stop, never, because human mind never stops, it always searches. It always searches for another stop, and stays for a time being and then tries to find another, no matter, if it takes centuries. So, what did I gain from this all? Did I get an idol from this search? I came to realize that, we are in a great state of evolution. We have passed so many years of human civilization and only recently has so many things happened so fast. So, it has now more emphasized my thought of assessing ourselves even more better. Are we running away from truth? I fear. So, I cannot really find an idol, because each individual is an individual, I conclude. He has his own role to play in the path of evolution. It would have been a different history if Shakespeare killed like Hitler and Alexander preached like Confucius. Each individual is a part of evolution and has a work to do. There might be some whose theories were questioned, and some whose falsity ruled, but they all played a part. Maybe, it’s what they were destined for. So, I ask a father to ask his son to search his own way out, of this trauma. I suggest him to make his son capable of judging right, in this vast field full of idols. Do not choose an idol, right away. So, the father has to give his son this ability to analyze and the son has to develop a longing towards a quest. A quest, that can be of anything, but he needs to have wisdom, to look at a thing from every perceivable angle, even happiness, even God! Only then can he become a human, and it is how he can grow, and see reality on true colour. You never know, this young boy can be the next idol!

Waiting....

The whole world is waiting and watching. People seated with great anticipation, all know its going to happen, when will it happen? Its total darkness, all are staring at one direction, when will the curtain open, when can we see it? And finally, the curtain slowly rises from below and it gradually rises up. The dark slowly moves up and like a painter dissolves colours, the dark slowly faints down into a gradient. With great majesty, He comes out, like a King, a Master who is totally in full control, like a Leader, a warrior, moving forward with great Heart and confidence, He rises. Even though He does it everyday, He never stops, never misses His duty. And yet His first looks spread so much love into the world. The way he touches each and every element of this kingdom of His, it feels like a Father caressing his child, putting his hand over his child’s head and giving him life again. He does it everyday, and yet He never gets tired, He is so determined, so Brave.

He, greets a lovely morning to his child, and his collegues. The sky again starts to get its blue, and clouds come and join him. Air vibrates in joy getting his warmth. The fury of his soul is so tremendous and yet his warmth so lively, ‘Ah, my companion for spreading life.’, Air sighs. Oceans take a bow to him, just waiting to work together again and give circulation to the world. The Light slowly begins to spread everywhere, touching and loving everything. And he does it with so much silence, so much mastery, so much integrity. The work, its so in a rush, but yet, its so silent, so deep, so vast, so doubtless. It’s such a great work and yet all work in so perfect harmony, enjoying their work, serving their Master, a Master only they can recognize.

They, the Caretakers, they all integrate into everything, and see the greatest creation of their Master. Their child, Humans. They have all seen them grow, from amoeba to this stage. From the inception of the universe to this made-complex world, they all have the history embedded in themselves, each and every thing that happened, each and every pages of history, they know it. Like a Mother loving her child, they have loved the humans, in each and every stage they were in, making favourable conditions to grow, to prosper and evolve, to gain a status of Human Beings. To become alive, to live, to have to ability to Love, to judge, to know, they know how humans have prospered. They have waited billions of years, it has been such a long wait, to see Humans prosper, to grow and to behave. There were times when they were just a cell, and they did not know how to grow, then slowly they learned to multiply, then they began to have life and they again gave another life. They crawled, they swan, they flew, they went through everything, they ate themselves, they killed themselves, they perished, they became extinct, they fought, they cried, they died and they again got born, and finally with great great endurance, they became Humans. The Caretakers have witnessed it all, their ups and downs and their struggle, but was it their struggle? Was it by itself you learnt to give life? If so can you make a new life again after it has perished? The Caretakers saw it all, how the small pieces of a jigsaw puzzle came together to make a Human. How beautifully it was made. Then again one day, the human grew a fantastic. He saw the world, he looked at the soil, the light, the bright object on the blue canvas far above his head, he felt the cold of an element that he takes in and gives out, and the liquid that often fell from above and also quenched his thirst. This same thing he taught his son as well, and this son taught this to his friends and generations after generations, the same thing kept on going, and one day he had an idea, he looked into the calm liquid and saw a figure, he moved his hand, so did the figure, he moved his head, so did the figure, then he got this idea, this is me, I am this. So, he made what he named as a mirror. He then went infront of this new creation of his, which came from the things he compiled, and all these compilations came from the world around him, he did not create anything of his own, he tired to but he could not. When he saw himself in the mirror, he felt so glad and so happy and so proud, he began to look at himself with the feel of a master, a master who can create things. He then started losing respect to everything and went on creating and solving his problems, every day he became to make things more complex, thinking that he would make things simpler. The more he tried to untie the rope, the more it began to entangle. Then he tried to find a solution to be happy with it and learned to live with it, trying to compensate this bind. Then his anger began to show on the Caretakers. He began to destroy them. And, Even then the Caretakers looked them with the same love and compassion, trying to find a way to get the child out of these shackles. But they could do nothing, for he worked faster then they had thought, and his work multiplied tremendously with every pulse.

One day something happened. Something that was very strange for him very weird. One of them got his idea to show some concern towards another when this person became ill. He tired to help him, and when he did so he felt so good, light. But to his despair, everything he did could not help his companion much, the companion stopped taking air and then stopped moving and with great pain, stopped everything. It was great silence, great sadness he felt from inside. What happened to him, where is he now? Just some time ago he was looking at him and trying to say him something, but now, he’s there but still not there. Where has he gone? He tried everything to wake him up. He used up everything he had, and this misery he just could not bear. But he could do nothing, he failed, he was just speechless, just halted. Then he submitted this companion to the Caretakers, they took them and in no time, was inside them. But how can it be? He thought? So what difference is there between me and the companion? He had disintegrated and me, am here, waiting to disintegrate. But why? This he could not answer. He searched and searched, sometimes some different people came to him and sometimes some taught him and sometimes he went to some to learn and find the answers. He got some answers and sometimes, his questions began to multiply. He was really confused if he got the answer or was dumb again. He just did not know.

Desperate, he was, and yet fighting with his shackles, he again had this idea, the same idea he had before. He closed his eyes and saw the mirror he made long before. But this time the mirror was not infront of his eyes, it was inside his eyes, it was inside himself. He got no answer but still he wanted to go inside, for outside he had searched all, and found none. Then he began to search inside himself, looked into his existence, and analyzed his journey. It was as if nothing was really in his control ever, his birth, his growth, his intellect, his search, his misery, his happiness, it was such a long journey, such a tiring thing. Then some words of wisdom came to his mind, he began to realize that some words and lessons taught to him by some of his fellow humans, whom he then thought as fools were so right, they had warned him about it all, but he did not listen to them.

Then one day, as he was looking inside himself, he felt total happiness, he felt he was total, completely fine, and shaped. He analyzed all his mistakes and started to make inroads to the inside. He felt like a child who had knowledge to love the Caretakers, and his child, his fellow friends and bowed infront of the Caretakers. He saw it all, like a drama that was played from the beginning to this point and was so amazed by its accuracy and diligence. He began to thank the Caretakers, and then thought, ‘How can the Caretakers have done it all? This can’t be.’ They did not do it, I cant do it, then, who? He was confused, very confused, then the answer came to him from nowhere. There must be a Master of the Caretaker, He concluded, ‘I don’t know you, haven’t seen you, but I deeply know that you are there. All this drama, all this play, you did it. I don’t know when I can meet you, but I really want to meet you someday, I don’t know how. I am not sure that if I have already met you, or am in the course, but something tells me that the caretakers will take me you someday, maybe when my eyes are open or when my eyes are closed.’ And the Shackles, well, they slowly began to fall off.

Sky

When I see above, the blue sky with clouds, I feel as if a great painter has used all his creativity in it. The coloration, the magnificence of it just delights me. It delights me as much as a small child gets delighted by a stick of Cadbury. I sometimes wonder if I could be as wide and as silent as it is. Its so high and yet it seems so close. Just looking at all the mishaps that’s going on below. It sometimes rains hard as if to show its pain, and a clear sunny day gives way to its marvelous smile. Whatever the circumstances, its always there, watching and enjoying its grandeur. It has no limits, no limits it can measure.


How can a person be optimistic? How can a life become a fruit? How can a sky shine? People often sometimes confuse detachment with being a loser. But how can u get yourself out of it, if you are always attached to it? A person will always remain sick if the person just doesn’t want to be out of the sickness. How can a person see the beauty of life if he cannot rise above the hurdles, pains, grief and sorrows of life a see it all from the above, like the sky watches it all. What is gone is gone. Past is past and the future, well, no one knows. So, what’s the point living in something that already existed and something that has not yet existed? So, being the sky, being the present is all that matters. Mr. Bhandari, e.g, lost all his wealth, and now he lives in his past griefing it all. But when he sees the laughter of his infant grandson, he forgets it all. He forgets that he needs sleeping tablets to sleep. And again at night, the same story continues. No one in life is completely happy, no one. Pain is a great teacher. It makes us realize how important happiness is? Sometimes, we take happiness for granted, and curse ourselves and our misfortunes for being in the state we are. It gives some relief, but does it heal it all. Never. In some part of our consciousness, it remains and haunts us. So to get rid of this, the strength of our own spirit makes a great deal of a difference. We can either grief all life and forget to live or be spirited and live a powerful, lovely life, enjoying the greatness of life. So, it’s the great teacher, the Sky, which teaches us to remain happy, to enjoy it all and be as wide, as silent, as happy and as mysterious as it is. I am sky, I am sky, whose width is measured by my lips when I laugh from the heart, and whose shine twinkles in my eyes.

Ganesha - the Powerful

And there was Shree Ganesha dancing and roaming around like a small child. A small brilliant child whose radiance made the whole Universe enlightened. The child was so lovely that wind would swiftly blow near him to touch him, it would rain slowly so that it could feel his tenderness and the sky, it would descend down to feel his charm of innocence. His laugh spread like light, his eyes twinkled like stars, and his smile, well, it would melt anything. His purity was so great that nothing compared to him, nothing, not even Perfection, he was far ahead of it. His tiny feet when touched the ground, Mother Earth would care his feet, for She is the Mother. His tiny fingers and feet when made footprints in the ground, it would seed a lotus. When he danced, it would be Spring, and when he would say some words, air too would dance being blessed a vibration. What he enjoyed, nobody knew, what he liked, no one could guess, because he would like anything, nothing could make him unhappy, nothing not even tears, as tears were shy to come in front of him, and anger, well, anger had to run away, as his anger burnt like a furnace, anger was of no match.
So, one day when evil came to him, and tried to lure him to have a fruit, he would have it, and the evil that was in the fruit would remain inside. Seeing this, the evil would be surprised and he would give him another fruit to eat, this time even more delicious. Ganesha would have it all and would be looking at him with the same innocence and love. Evil would give him everything he had, and would do every evil he could, but Ganesha would take it all, he would make the evil tired of his own evil, and if this evil would not give up, then, he would be as big as infinity and would engrave this evil within himself and destroy the evil inside this evil. Then, there would be no evil inside this evil, he would run hard and shout aloud trying to find its identity, as evil was the only thing that he knew, now he knows none, he could not think evil, nor could he do evil. It was as if he was nothing. Then he would understand that there was no difference between he and Ganesha, that Ganesha made him himself. Ganesha made him himself. Ganesha made him himself. And even then Ganesha would look him with the same innocence of love and would want nothing from him, having had taken all evil from him. He would stay there looking as bright as the sun and would take good in his arms and make him his child, for he was a son and knew how His Mother loved him and would show the same love to good, not evil anymore, not evil anymore.