Every year here in Mumbai, Ganesha, the elephant-headed god of new beginnings, gets an 11-day party.
He comes home to those who invite him. It’s a happy, fun and noisy time of year in this part of the country. For a festival that started out as a single day on which patriots could subvert the colonial government’s ban on public gatherings, it’s taken on a life of its own. But, what I love best about it is something that seems to be in short supply these days: inclusiveness.