Acknowledgment: Aham, my blog friend. The idea originates completely from some pictures he has put up in his blog. The expression, like all the blogposts, is, however, original. You can read Aham's blog at : www.wordlyworld.blogspot.com
It's the last day of Anant Chaturdashi today. Many of us have screamed our lungs out all of this evening. We have all shouted "Pudhchya Varshi Lavkar Yaa!" (Come soon next year)
Do not worry - God will not let us down. In fact, he has not gone at all. He is still with us. Lying on the beaches and at the shores of the lakes where we have immersed him this evening.
The parts of his idol have come back to the shores with the waves - they were just too huge. Many other parts will disintegrate at the floor of the water body causing severe harm to the flora and fauna.
Don't you see his broken hand holding the Parashu (the battle-axe) that will empower you in the battles of your life? Yes, the hand is lying there in sand with layers of half-broken, wet garlands over it.
I see God's head - the Elephant head with one ear cracked resting horizontally in a corner - as if he is sleeping silently.
Do not be sad, bhakt-jan that your favourite deity and your favourite festival has gone by. Thanks to the harmful materials you used during manufacture and the negligence you showed during the immersion, God is still with us! Broken, tired, forgotten.