It’s that time of the year again. Colorful mandaps and flamingo-pink ganpatis. (Now there are other colors too – lilac, mauve, chocolate brown, and my personal favorites – black and white.) The other deities on the mandaps are smaller in size and demurely fringe around the star-God. The cute mouse (the only time in the year when I refer to a rodent thus) occupies a neat little space in the ample spotlight. And one generally feels the bonhomie of prayers getting answered or at least attended to. The sugary modaks aren’t half-bad either.
But the music...
First of all, it's all filmy. There must have been at least six mandaps lined along the road in Vashi and all of them sought divine mercy with Bollywood strains.
Secondly, all the songs were contemporary (no bhajans, of course) with nothing dating back to more than three months.
Thirdly, and very strangely, all of these numbers have been picturized on Abhishek Bacchan.
Obviously, AB might not have wanted to build an image as the Ganpati brand ambassador. But perhaps the lyrics of his numbers came laden with meaning. And then, what's a guy to do, right?
I mean, I’m sure ‘Come to me…’ may be the Lord’s way of beckoning devotees, but the image of a suited-in-many-stripes-Bacchan during the puja?