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25th Jun 2020

Ganesh and His Mooshak

A reminder, Our Gods like to have fun. They are so fun loving. Who said we have to be serious and have a sullen face when we pray to God. It can be a lot of fun to love and think about God.

Ganeshji wanted to come and meet you all again Children. So we said, ok Ganeshji, we will tell a Ganesh story again.

There was this little town where everyone loved Ganeshji. They would always sing and make yummy food for Ganapati. Not only this, Ganapati would come and play with them all the time.

The mothers would chant shlokas for Ganpati and the children would sing songs. They were all so happy.

Song - Come Oh Bulky stomach Ganapati

Shloka - Ajam Nirvikalpam (2 para done)

But there was a slight problem, there was this Big Gaj Mukh Asur, who would trouble them all the time. They really did not like him. He looked like Ganpati, but his was not kind like Ganpati he was mean and rude. One day he went to fight with Ganapati. He went straight to Kailash.

There at his home, Ganeshji was preparing to sing for all the children who have had their birthdays from January till June and also for those who will have their birthday in July and August.

Song - Janamdin midam (Sanskrit birthday song and happy birthday to you cha cha cha)

Now, Gaj Mukh Asur kept shouting and calling Ganpati to fight, there was a fight alright. A sweet fight, where enemies became friends forever, and Gaj Mukh Asur, become the loving Mooshak. The vehicle of Ganapati.

Now now, there is a difference between a mouse and a Mooshak. It is not the same. If you see a mooshak, remember that Ganapati, yes our dear Ganesh is near by.

The morals are;

⁃ We can not make anyone like us by force.

⁃ To be loved by others, we should first learn to give and love.

⁃ It is best to try and avoid a fight.

⁃ However, if we can’t avoid it, we should be quick to forgive and become friends again.

The most important,

⁃ Ganeshji, our dear Ganapati loves us and the minute we call him and say Ganpati Bappa Moriya he will come running to meet us.

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About the Podcast

World of Stories

Story upload cycle - One new story added every Thursday

I sometimes wonder, if it is the twinkle in there eye or the story, that fills the air with so much of Joy. These little souls, still so clean and pure, their smile so genuine and their laughters so free.

It is their belief, that what the story says is possible, that actually feeds the story with a soul and an aura which dances around, and reverberate in their chuckles.

- Stand up-They all jump up
- He laughed Ha Ha Ha-They all go Ha Ha Ha
- With a bow and arrow-They say nah, it was a machine gun and it went - and the sounds of the machine gun fills the room again
- The lake was full of nectar-Nah, strawberry milk, chocolate milk etc
- In the cave there were-Muffin, ladoos, and on they go mentioning the yummiest of treats.

Suddenly, you see the ones who were sitting a bit behind, gradually moving up and forward, to get a closer look at your expression, as if to jump up, when the story directs.

They are totally unconditioned, they still believe in miracles and that if it can be thought of, it can certainly happen. Telling a Story to the little ones is actually the best experience, there is no resistance of any kinds, as the word ‘impossible’ has still not been itched in their tender minds. They are like this soft clay, waiting to be shaped by the potter.

The adventure starts with the little ones, every action enacted, every statement of anger, shouted out, every movement of the hands depicted and every character acted.
- The pitch of the voice sometimes so loud, that hands cover their ears.
- The descriptions sometimes a bit scary, that they cover their eyes
- The voice sometimes so soft, that the room becomes totally silent.

There have been times, when dressed up like a character, have narrated the whole story, sometimes jumped up myself to eat the Sun. As if the story-teller fades away and only the story remains, the children are transported to the land of possibilities.

Then a sudden stop, to ask the morals, and the depth of the answers prove that, it does not have to be all serious for them to soak in the essence. The Scriptures are not beyond their understanding and no knowledge too deep for them to comprehend.

When they get immersed in the story they would never forget neither the story nor the moral and values. Somewhere in their hearts, I am sure that message of love has been carved, which will re-surface, when others least expect it. Their spark of kindness, will someday light the whole world.

The knowledge of the divine scriptures, wrapped in this absurd, fun and dramatic story-telling will live in their hearts forever.

About your host

Barkha Khandelwal / Barkha Sharda

I am Barkha by name, there are various ways one can introduce ones self, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend etc in simple words, a house-holder.

The other way would be to put forth my qualifications and career. Well, from that point of view, I am an MBA from IIM-Lucknow. Have had a short stint in 'Gillette', later worked in ‘Coca-Cola’ and post which I started my own venture by the name of ‘Good Life Endeavors’.

However, the corporate world is the thing of the past as of now. It has been years since the profession was left for a Vocation and a career for a calling. I have found immense solace in learning and narrating from the scriptures.

The journey of a Story-Teller and a Sadhika (an aspiring devotee), has been an experience, which is difficult to put in words. I will just let,

"What comes from the heart go to the heart"