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https://twitter.com/kansaratva
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"When I was growing up the gods were never angry," Eeny said to her friends at a quiet dinner party.
"I know," concurred her friend, Meeny, pouring some more wine for herself.
"Look at what they did to Hanuman!" "I adore Hanuman," said Mynie, "and his cute elephant trunk."
"That's Ganesha, you dunce," said Moh.
"Haven't you seen saffron stickers of angry Hanuman on the back of cabs?"
"Ugh!" said Mynie, disgusted. "Who goes in a cab?"
"The point is," said Eeny, "that Hanuman was always a nonviolent god. Remember how he won over Lanka with love?"
"Didn't he burn the city down?" asked Meeny.
"No, that is what we are made to believe by these militant right-wingers," replied Eeny.
"You must be kidding!" "Hanuman actually lighted Lanka with so many lamps, olive oil ones at that, that the city looked like it's burning."
"Who told you that?" asked Moh, unable to believe this.
"I read it in the book, 'Authentic Mythology of Hindu Deities' by Sanjay Dutt...forgot his last name, some Nayak," said Eeny.
"Unbelievable," said Moh.
"Duh!" retorted Eeny. "It says authentic in the title. It has to be."
Moh phased out and poured herself some more wine.
Meeny picked up a piece of tofu with her fork and said, "I once met an eminent historian who said that Shiva was a nonviolent god too."
"Absolutely," said Eeny, "one more militant right-wing narrative that he is an angry god."
"When Shiva opens his third eye rays of love will spread across the Universe," said Meeny.
"And the moon on his locks," added Eeny, "means peace. Such a secular symbol."
Mynie, who was silent till then, said, "I adore Shiva, and that wheelie-dealie that spins on his finger."
Eeny and Meeny laughed hard, for despite reading books by Kudratey Schuer and the one they called Sanjay Dutt some-Naik, they knew that Mynie was wrong.
"Where did you grow up, Mynie?" they asked, still laughing. "Even Shahid Siddiqui knows better than you about Hindu prophets."
Mynie shrugged her shoulders and said, "I am a poet - for me, poetry is more important than story."
Eeny and Meeny conversed about how the militant right-wing had made Durga an angry goddess in recent years.
"I adore Durga," said Mynie, "and the coins that fall from her hand."
Moh wanted to scream at her friends, but they had always been good to her.
The wine was especially great today.
Eeny's iPhone vibrated on the table. She opened WhatsApp.
"Get the placards ladies," said Eeny. Eeny, Meeny, Mynie, Moh left the hotel without paying the bill. //