I’m not the most religious person by any stretch of the imagination, but I do my bit every day, and when it comes to the Ganesha Puja, I most definitely make an effort.

I can’t even begin to pretend like I know what’s happening during said ritual, but, it seems to be around bringing Ganesha into your home and providing offerings to him in return for his blessings /shrug You have failed me in proving a simple explanation, Internet.

I remember only a few years ago, when I was woken up on the day of the Ganesha Puja, was grumpy as hell that I couldn’t eat anything before we completed it, and spent the hour sulking, begrudgingly going through with it. Compare that to this year, where I was looking forward to it and managed to understand around 80% of what needed to be done via an audio tape of an Indian Priest speaking in double time.

There was even nervous laughter shared halfway through, when, just as I was marvelling at this antiquated tape that chugs on every year, the tape decided to start dying and started sounding like a slowed down, chopped up R&B song. Luckily, the old pen twirling got things back on track [eh, eh, pun! *nudge*]

All through the hour or so though, there was this sense of dread creeping into my mind, imagining what would happen if I was, say, overseas. I’d like to think I’d make the effort to some level, but seeing the 21 or so different flowers, fruits, vessels, incense sticks and god knows what else that my mum had laid out there, I’m thinking it would be an epic fail; this is one day I’m glad I’m still living at home with my parents. Then again, a Google search returns a gazillion results, with podcasts and YouTube videos of the puja, so who knows!

This post is certainly out of character, but I feel it could provide some good nostalgic value down the line; something a tweet would never suffice for.

Now excuse me while I return to my cold, sentimentality-lacking, pop culture [culture of choice] ways and watch a cat video or two.

Oh, and watch out for that evil moon today.