Ganapathi ji and durva grass - an exclamation!
In the light of few recent events, I want to offer this thought, as a mere fanciful exclamation -
Ganapathi ji is the guardian of Mooladhaara chakra. And Ganapathi ji accepts Durva grass.
I have thought why is it that grass became so special for Ganapathi ji, that he chose to accept it as his most favorite ornament? Isn't durva grass blessed in spite of just being grass?
I think the reason is because grass has the humblest bearing. It lies low on the ground, and does not demand much for its care. However, we cannot see any rich person's lawn without being decorated by it! A grass-less land is 'barren'.
So also, humility and not demanding or thinking too much of oneself (or one's accomplishment) is the greatest and foremost virtue. Nevertheless, one with humility alone (and without learning of other kind) will still be viewed as 'accomplished' (like the rich man's lawn) by the wise and learned!
Since humility is thus the basic requirement, I see that it can possibly related to Muladhara and that is why Ganapathi ji chose this as his favorite ornament!
For the truly enlightened, the lessons begin not at the altar of god, but from the blade of grass.
Also, a blade of grass perhaps learns the most lessons from others, maintaining a lowly stature lying on the ground! The grass's lessons on wisdom will then indeed be profound. (ref: the poem below).
The above is just a simple exclamation, if anybody knows really why Ganapathi ji prefers durva grass, please let me know.
Said a Blade of GrassRelated Poem Content Details
BY KAHLIL GIBRAN
Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”
Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”
Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again—and she was a blade of grass.
And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves! They make such noise! They scatter all my winter dreams.”
jai hanuman gyan gun sagar jai kapis tihu lok ujagar