(This story is from The Quint’s archives and was first published on 17 September, 2015. As a first person account of how Ganesha lost and found his head, this piece is being brought back as a quirky twist to the Ganesh Chaturthi celebrations this year.)
Greetings puny humans,
I have 108 names, but you can call me The Big G.
Let me get straight to the point. Every day of the year you bombard me with endless voice mails, impractical requests and then dunk me in polluted waters. Then you invite me to come back next year to deal with the same treatment.
But before I became the ‘elephant god’, I used to be a celestial stud with the best abs (think round and soft) in all of heavendom. It all changed thanks to one faulty latch on the door.

