The Holy Immersion

With the break of dawn today Mumbaiwasi’s seemed divided, as the one thread that tied all, drifted far into the sea. The first day post the conclusion of a 10-day long celebration, life begs normalcy. Ganapati Utsav, in Maharashtra is celebrated with unmatched glory and dynamism. Visiting, I was fortunate to experience this life-size affair, first hand.
The festivity unfolds with the deity of Ganesha being worshipped to for a said number of days, towards the end of which, the idol is carried for immersion with great vigor. The city is dolled up with hundreds of large ‘pandaals’ or stands, with gargantuan idols. Today, almost every residential complex in Mumbai takes pride in setting up their own pandaal, with the community congregating at the time of aarti. Apart from heavy traffic, the ground constantly vibrates to beats of drums, majira’s, whistles, cheering & a mixture of Bollywood/ trance.

What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger – a phrase that best illustrates Mumbai traffic. The immersion process is done on the third, seventh or the tenth day. Thus through the week, idols are carried (sometimes in trucks) towards their final destination, as soulful believers dance along. Sometimes, the distance of a km is gay fully covered in an hour. Having lived in a city like Dubai, the close proximity of cars, the autos, number of people per square feet all seem a bit overwhelming, yet exciting. From my observation tower- the confinement of my auto, I silently observe.

As I’ve been told, it reliably pours non-stop on the 10th and final day of the Utsav. Scientifically, this is very important as the tide need to be high for the idols to submerge. Ways of the universe! The 10th day & it was our turn. I’m not one to have a religious stance but was happy to accompany the drill purely for my mother’s contentment. The idol that blessed us for ten days was a spot as compared to the commercial ones, which sometimes are as high as 20 feet. Commercial recognition many a times overpowers and defeats belief. Unable to completely immerse, ruins of these idols get washed ashore and are stranded as trash.

Cradled in arms, together we made our way to the National Park. Felt a bit cheated since our army of four did no dance – to my offer, of doing the snake dance, my brother threatened that immersing me along with the idol could be an option he’d be happy to explore.
The wind, the rain they all followed. The 15 mins walk towards the lake inside the Park made me want to label the episode as ‘A walk in the clouds’. Educational signboards with pictures of the rat snake or the tiger, added a hop in stopping to smell the flowers.
People in large groups flocked the reserve chanting ‘ganpati bapa moriya’, which when echoed in chorus, I believe, sends vibrations of oneness, of brotherhood, parity into the universe. Creativity too, finds itself on the other side of spirituality and you cant help give into chants like ‘twinkle twinkle little star, ganapati bapa superstar!’

An aarti is to be performed before the final immersion. Ever tried lighting a match in the rain? After the aarti we moved towards the lake where a team of professionals are deployed to take over. The feeling is indescribable, a ritual grown to be a part of you, is now biding adieu. Shows how humans are quick to form but not break out of habits. We handed our idol over, they swam to the centre of the lake, ceremoniously dipped Ganesha three times before the final immersion. The rain poured down harder, the water hazed my sight. With shaking hands and a shakier heart, I paid my last respect. The ‘dukh harta – vigneshvar’ emerged for the last time before becoming one with the soil again.