A long time ago, in a village far far away... in India, a bunch of meany bandits attacked the villagers and generally made a nuisance of themselves. In the village square a woman was trying to escape the mayhem but the bandits surrounded her and one of them grabbed her sari and started pulling it off.
(for those who don't know: the sari is a long straight cloth wrapped around and around the body)
So the woman was turning and turning as the sari unravelled, a pile of sari material was building up and the bandit kept pulling more and more, the woman kept turning and the cloth kept piling up. The villagers looked on amazed, eventually the bandits got tired and bored and went away back to their secret lair in the mountains.
How was the woman's modesty preserved? Ahaaa, because that was the village of Ganesh, the boy with the elephants head who later went on to become "the man with the elephants head". I think his parents were hoping he'd grow out of it, like teenage acne. Anyway, it was his devine power that protected the woman.
This is the kind of bedtime story my mum used to tell us when we were kids, there were many more like this. But the reason I'm telling you is that Ganesh was the son of Durga and Shiva, Shiva being part of The Hindu Trinity : Brahma (the creator), Vishnu (the preserver) and Shiva (the destroyer).
There's another group with a Trinity and they're having a big party this weekend. Thanks to them, I've got monday off. My family aren't Hindu but close enough.
So, there's my Easter contibution, Happy Easter!
(no, mum didn't know why Ganesh didn't fight the bandits in the first place, just go to sleep you've got school in the morning)