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Does Ganesha poo?

“You cannot question everything. Some things are better left not questioned,” the teacher said to the student.

It was the usual Saturday morning Hindu class where Murugan is usually sent to when his parents take the class as an opportunity and excuse to leave the seven-year-old while they have a good relief spending time with each other.

The boy questioned everything!

Today’s stern lecture he received from the teacher came when she was in the midst of showing the various symbols on the Hindu God, Ganesha.

“The halo at the back of Ganesha’s head symbolises that he is pure,” the 65-year-old woman droned as she pointed at the image of a yellow light behind the elephant god’s head.

Murugan’s hand shot up.

“Yes, Murugan?” The teacher was surprised. Every other children were either asleep or too engrossed in their child plays while Murugan seemed to be one of the few who was listening intently.

“Quiet!” The teacher warned at some of the kids behind who were knocking each other’s heads with their note books. Upon hearing the stern voice, the boys sat up quickly while rubbing their throbbing heads. One grimaced in pain as the other pretended to forget the whole ordeal.

“What if the light at the back of the head is actually a light from a spaceship?” Murugan asked.

Mrs Saraswathy was stumped.

“Nonsense! Our gods are not aliens! Lord Ganesha is the god of knowledge and all wisdom comes from him.”

“But he has the face of an elephant and body of a man,”

“Yes, yes that is a separate story. I am getting there.” Mrs Saraswathy said sternly, prompting Murugan to keep silent.

She continued to explain and halfway through Murugan’s hand shot up again.


“Does he poo like us?”

The teacher was aghast.

“He is a god! We don’t mix god and poo.”

That was a statement which Murugan tried hard wrapping his mind on.

“So he doesn’t poo?” Murugan asked, extremely curious and amazed that such a being exists.

“Murugan, stop asking such questions.” The teacher warned.

The boy looked down crestfallen at the white marble floor. He genuinely wanted to know if such a being pooped or not. In his mind, he found it amazing that such a being need not go to the loo. For him, going for a poo at his school’s smelly toilet gave him the shivers.

The toilet was vandalised and many toilet doors had no lock on them.

The poor boy had a torturous time when visiting the toilet due to a nightmarish incident where once some mischeavous ones left his toilet door open on purpose, leading a group of boys to gather and giggle at him as he did his business.

He had to run awkwardly after the first plop – the underwear tucked on his knees – to quickly shut the door and hold it steady using a bucket of water as the echoes of giggles could be heard bounding off the four wet walls.

The teacher continued reading the words on the thin blue covered book written by some author from India.

“Lord Ganesha is the first child of Lord Shiva and his consort, Parvathi. He is the god of educa – what is it now, Murugan?” The teacher sighed seeing the boy’s hand shaking excitedly in midair.

“What does he eat?” Murugan asked.

The teacher’s face softened. Finally an applicable question that I can answer, her mind remarked.

“He eats fruits and his favorite food is the Mothagam – a steamed snack mixed with dhaal and sometimes coconut. I make good ones, you know, so if next week you come to the temple prayers, you can taste them because I’ll be cooking.” Mrs Saraswathy beamed proudly.

She was the famous teacher who knew her ins and outs of her culture, tradition and beloved religion. That obviously gave her the privilege to teach the children weekly Hindu lessons at the temple in Murugan’s neighborhood.

“I am very good in making them. We must know about our tradition, culture, religion and this consists of foo- yes, what is it now?” Mrs Saraswathy said, annoyed at Murugan for stopping her midway in a very important advice she was giving to the younger generation.

“If he can eat, why doesn’t he poo?”

This was the last straw.

“Murugan! You’re a very ignorant boy making fun of our gods and religion! Such behaviour is not tolerable and unbecoming!” The teacher yelled leading the kids who were asleep to wake up and the others who were playing to turn at the direction of the sudden outburst.

Murugan kept silent. His eyes narrowed in deep frustration as his lips pursed, his head down, his mind in confusion and his heart restless. He needed answers.

Does Ganesha poo or not? His mind raced.

The teacher, as though had heard his thoughts held the blue covered book up. It had the words, “Hindu Gods and Deities” in white bold font. The name of the writer was too small and difficult to be seen as the teacher shook the book in her hand as she spoke.

“I am the teacher and I am older. You must learn to respect. These questions are disrespectful! Now, get out of the class and stand outside!”

Murugan did not budge. He genuinely felt he did nothing wrong and so he tried his luck by staying put, hoping that the teacher would change her mind.

She didn’t and Murugan found himself standing outside the room, the door closed shut behind him as he could hear Mrs Saraswathy’s droning voice explaining that Ganesha is a symbolic representation of knowledge and that the mouse he uses as a vehicle symbolises darkness and selfishness.

“Don’t be like the mouse, nibbling away annoyingly – like someone outside.” The teacher raised her voice to ensure Murugan heard it to which he did.

The words struck him like daggers in his chest. Red blood poured on to the floor as Murugan’s knees gave way.

“Be like Ganesha, who overcomes his desires.”

Murugan’s head hit the wall with a hard thud.



He awoke to a brilliant light which at times appeared yellow and sometimes blinding white.

And then he saw a silhouette of a huge figure lumbering towards him.

It was a being that had legs and hands and body of a man but had the head of an elephant. It appeared to be a male.

His skin was thick and rough like that of an elephant and one of his tusk was missing.

It had gentle beady eyes and a mouth that appeared to be slightly smiling as it came to him, his large ears flapping gently, casting a calm cooling breeze over Murugan.

As the being kneeled to inspect Murugan, the boy saw the source of the light.

A tiny levitating mouse which emitted light from its mouth.

“Is that.. Is that your spaceship?” Murugan said slowly.

The being communicated without the use of language.

“That’s my Merkaba.”

“What is-”

“A vehicle. It functions through my spirit animal,” The being replied telepathically.

The being gently lifted Murugan up with his arms and levitated.

Through the corner of his eyes, he discovered the light moving under the being’s feet.

Seconds later, he found himself carried by the being who was surrounded by a huge luminescent ball of light.

It was slightly transparent as Murugan could see stars and planets zipping past them.

“What is -”

“Teleport. It’s all in the mind.” The elephant looked down at Murugan.

The boy could feel his body regenerating strength again. The warmth was slowly coming back.

He raised his head to see a blazing sun above their heads and a blue planet zipping past.

“Where are we go-”

“I’m taking you to Arcturus.” The elephant headed being replied.


Arcturus appeared to be a vegetative planet with millions of other beings living on it.

Many referred to themselves as scholars and seekers of knowledge. The planet was among the oldest in the ageless star galaxy.

There were also the ascended masters whose images Murugan had seen framed up in his grandfather’s prayer room taking a stroll down the garden pathway.

Many beings travelled through either levitation or teleported themselves.

Among them were also beings that Murugan never knew existed. Tree like beings, fairies, dwarves, a humanoid bluish colored being which had a kind face.

“That is an Arcturian,” the elephant headed being said. “Wishnoo will guide you to the 4th Dimensional Akashic Library.”

The short bald headed bluish being which had a black robe on held Murugan’s hand and took him to the largest building in the planet.

“Welcome to the Akashic Library. You’ve been offered a place to learn, share and grow here as your sense of imagination and wonder is beyond the 3rd Dimensional realm. We realised what you’ve been learning in your class is… primitive for your standards and ours too.” The being winked.

Murugan looked up and saw the library which was built by what appeared to be glass. Within it, he saw hundreds of floors filled with nothing but books and scrolls.

“We also have recently installed the Internet where majority of our collection has been digitized.” Wishnoo remarked casually later upon entering the building as the two passed by several beings scrolling on nearby computers, reading the materials and lost in deep thought.

“Why am I selected?” Murugan asked as they took a flight of stairs up to the next floor.

“Because of your imagination. Knowledge exists because of this.” Wishnoo replied.

They arrived on the next floor where Murugan swore he caught a fleeting glimpse of Albert Einstein walking past them in a hurry.

“Every dreamer, every imaginative, talented and creative soul is allowed in here.”

The two passed by a table where a man in a yellow robe and three bearded men – two with a turban and the other with long hair – sat discussing something.

Their voices were hushed but he caught some of the words.

“Consciousness… Ego…”

The voices trailed off as the two approached a magnificent looking door where Wishnoo opened it for Murugan.

As Murugan stepped in, he saw a huge server room with thousands of blinking servers the size of skycrappers before him. Wishnoo shut the door behind and walked infront slowly.

“The Archetype Room. Here are all the templates of every being there ever is and was. If you have all the time you could find your template, it is definitely somewhere.”

“What are templates?”

“Codes. Codes which you copy and paste into your programming if it resonates with your heart.”

Murugan looked up and there were a few library staff going about their work of maintaining the room.

One was seen dusting a section while another appeared to be adding a translucent slate into one of the servers.

“These templates are free to download ofcourse. And there’s our hardworking staff who is installing one right now.” Wishnoo said, pointing his finger at a staff above them.

He called out to the staff, “Gabriel, what template is that?”

“It’s the Krishna Template.” The levitating staff replied from above.

Murugan looked in awe as he observed and took in his surrounding.

And then curiosity got the better of him.

“I have a question.”

“And that is precisely why you’re here.” Wishnoo smiled.

Remembering the manner in which his teacher had chided him, Murugan decided to stop in his tracks. He didn’t want to offend the being!

“No question is deemed silly nor is any answer deemed offensive. Ask away.” Wishnoo was adamant.

Murugan looked down on the floor.

“I.. I just want to know if Ganesha poos.”

“Good question!” The being said as it hurried forward, beckoning Roma to follow him.

The two walked down a set of aisles when Wishnoo stopped at a section which had the words “Prana” on it and turned around.

“Some beings do poo. Others don’t. Many 3rd Dimensional beings have to undergo this process but there are a handful who see the redundancy of it.”


“They’re light beings! They survive through light like plants do.”

“Do you poo?”

Wishnoo laughed and replied, “No. My kind has evolved to the point we no longer survive on food and need not travel using matter. It doesn’t matter to us!”




It felt like weeks as Murugan pored through every scroll and material to better understand existence, the Merkaba and Prana when he heard voices calling his name.

“It’s time to go.” Wishnoo said appearing at his table.

“Go where?”

“Go back to where you’re meant to go.”

The very thought of it brought a sense of gloom to Murugan.

“I don’t want to go back.” The boy said.

Wishnoo chuckled.

“Your parents are looking for you below. Time to descend.”

He heard their voices clearer this time.

It felt near and yet distant.

“If I were to return here, when can I do that?”

“You can always return at will as long as the mind is kept open.” Wishnoo said and tapped Murugan’s forehead gently with his stubby blue fingers.

The boy registered what the being meant.

The voices grew louder and nearer this time.




“Murugan? Murugan?” He heard his father’s voice.

In the darkness, he felt someone patting his cheeks.

Opening his eyes, he discovered it was his mother. Her eyes were teary and the moment the boy stirred there were tears of joy on her face as she hugged him.

In confusion, Murugan looked around and discovered he was still in the same location, only this time the room door was opened, the children circling him and his parents along with Mrs Saraswathy could be seen bending down over to him.

“What happened?” Murugan asked.

“Exactly what I want to know too,” his father looked at the teacher who pretended not to hear what he had said.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She said as she patted his head.

“What happened?” It was his mother’s turn to ask.

Murugan sat upright, his father giving him a glass of water to drink.

“Tell me, what happened?” His father asked.

Murugan took in a deep breath and swallowed before replying, “That halo on Ganesha’s head..”

There was silence as Murugan stopped mid sentence.

“Yes, yes.” All three asked.

“That halo is a spaceship. And we all have it.”





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