From my window I heard distant drumbeats of the processions that carry the Lord Ganesha for immersion on the final 10th day of festivities. I was instantly attracted by the drumbeats and I thought let me have a close up view of the entire proceedings.
It was about 6 in the evening and I roamed on the western express highway and the inside lanes. The traffic was sparse, as well as, being a Sunday but there were no processions. The heavy bass sound of the drumbeats was probably the precursor to the procession and probably preparations were on for the late evening start as the peanut hawker suggested.
I lingered around to find a ball flinging out of a ground chased by a stout collegian and being thrown inside. My curiosity pulled me inside and fortunately for me there was an empty bench to sit on.
The ground was square about 400*400 ft with patches of grass at the periphery on the outside of which was a square jogging track where some elderly people sauntered. On the external edges of this were arrays of benches donated by people and NGO’s hence were cast out of concrete or iron and some were even wooden. Behind rows of ashoka trees with their leaves forming an umbrella guarded the football and cricket ball getting into any of the surrounding residential blocks and the road.
The ground displayed a fusion of footballers and cricket enthusiasts and when the football entered cricket territory there was an small interruption in that and vice versa. Things went harmoniously and slightly behind on the southern flank there was equipment generally associated with a fitness centre and where a small toddler hung around his grandfather who was trying to keep his knees in order on an equipment. Beyond that guarded by a brick wall was the children’s playing area and I could see young mothers take care of their tots. Having watched the hectic football game with now the score level at 1 all and having a lot of catches dropped by the cricketers I decided to have a round of the jogging track. At the south west end I came across a square intrusion in the ground and where there were swings and seats and where cuddled young couples in all sorts of combinations. I decided not to peek into their privacies and walked back without still finding any Ganpati procession on the road.
It was about 6 in the evening and I roamed on the western express highway and the inside lanes. The traffic was sparse, as well as, being a Sunday but there were no processions. The heavy bass sound of the drumbeats was probably the precursor to the procession and probably preparations were on for the late evening start as the peanut hawker suggested.
I lingered around to find a ball flinging out of a ground chased by a stout collegian and being thrown inside. My curiosity pulled me inside and fortunately for me there was an empty bench to sit on.
The ground was square about 400*400 ft with patches of grass at the periphery on the outside of which was a square jogging track where some elderly people sauntered. On the external edges of this were arrays of benches donated by people and NGO’s hence were cast out of concrete or iron and some were even wooden. Behind rows of ashoka trees with their leaves forming an umbrella guarded the football and cricket ball getting into any of the surrounding residential blocks and the road.
The ground displayed a fusion of footballers and cricket enthusiasts and when the football entered cricket territory there was an small interruption in that and vice versa. Things went harmoniously and slightly behind on the southern flank there was equipment generally associated with a fitness centre and where a small toddler hung around his grandfather who was trying to keep his knees in order on an equipment. Beyond that guarded by a brick wall was the children’s playing area and I could see young mothers take care of their tots. Having watched the hectic football game with now the score level at 1 all and having a lot of catches dropped by the cricketers I decided to have a round of the jogging track. At the south west end I came across a square intrusion in the ground and where there were swings and seats and where cuddled young couples in all sorts of combinations. I decided not to peek into their privacies and walked back without still finding any Ganpati procession on the road.
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