Sunday, 22 August 2010

The Durga Pujo Blues

Every Bengali’s favorite time of the year is fast approaching as I stand at the end of my vacation. What used to blow in as the most anticipated month of the year has now turned sour. What a Bangali wouldn’t do to come home to Kolkata for Pujo! 2yrs without Pujo and I’m already a chain sulker during this time of the year. The colorful images that my mind paints of the fun I COULD have if I stayed in Kolkata far exceed reality but everything seems dreamlike and extravagant in retrospect.

Kolkata lights up during Pujo, both figuratively and literally. Not a corner remains unoccupied for a majority of the day and the night! It is, perhaps, the only time of year that we, lazy, Bangalis defy our natural instincts and become wanderers of the night. Different people celebrate differently but the one thing that one can be assured of is the excesses of the Pujo days. The excesses begin after the early morning shower.

For the more fortunate, a bag of new clothes is emptied on the bed and the trials begin. Most of us have at least one new outfit for every important day of the Pujo, if not two. Once the clothes have been decided upon, we move on to the next excess on the agenda – food! Once the quintessential Bangali begins his/her quest for the best puchkas or the best mishtis or even the best bhog, one can rest assured that the journey is long and tedious.

The third excess comes soon after – pandal hopping. Most Bangalis hope to cover at least a quarter of the city’s pandals every day. This conquest is not taken lightly. Either by foot or in cars, we set out in search of the city’s brightest and best. Some of us have the added advantage of being part of an in crowd that travels the city judging these pandals to declare winners. And these lucky few enjoy the luxuries of VIP treatment in the most jam packed pandals. Some of the perks include samplings of food, being jumped to the front of the line, being personally showed around by the organizers and so on and so forth. Fortunately for me, ma has excellent connections and for the last 5-6yrs, I have availed of all of these comforts and enjoyed them thoroughly!

Moving on to the fourth excess ingrained in every Bangali’s blood – adda. No matter the time, Maddox Square, Triangular Park, Mohammad Ali Park and several other popular locations in Calcutta become the hot spot for friends of all ages. From 8-80, nobody is spared the wonderful atmosphere of ‘pujor adda’. School children meet to enjoy the candy floss or the rides or even the junk food. Teenagers and the 20somethings gather in these areas to listen to or play music and to get extremely inebriated. Middle-aged women gather to gossip and complain about afore mentioned young people. Elderly gentlemen gather with gusto to talk about the old days and complain about their children or ill health. At any point in the day, you can rest assured, these locations WILL be PACKED!

Bangalis and their excesses, while extreme can also be very endearing. I would not trade anything in the WORLD to be born into any other community! Us Bangalis, we may be lazy and we may love the British lifestyle but when it comes down to the bare essentials, we are simply fun-loving, luxury-craving connoisseurs of food who will do anything in their power to have a good time!

Every year during Pujo, I suffer severe withdrawal. Pujo is definitely a drug, we Bangalis thrive on and without that drug, we feel lost and helpless and vulnerable because no matter where you go or who you become, that part of you never dies. For any Bangali who has not been in Kolkata during Pujo, put it on your bucket list! There is NOTHING quite like it! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

This year I will probably attend Pujo in London and I will observe the Bangalis outside their natural habitat and when I have, I will definitely write about it so the world is a little better informed regarding this subject! Until then…xoxo

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

A Day Like Today

You have those days when you just feel like crap and everyone around you treats you like shit too. It begins when you wake up in the morning and realize that the toilet paper ran out the day before and you forgot to buy more or when the toast gets burnt and the coffee’s too bitter. And when that happens, you just know what kind of day it’s going to be. And no matter how hard the people around you try, they just end up disappointing you more and more.

Sometimes it happens to you once a month, if you’re lucky, once a year but sometimes you just begin to feel like that every single day, every waking moment and even every moment you spend asleep and when that happens, you just know your life is ROYALLY FUCKED and you’re just happy to find a single moment of solitude when you can soak in the disaster that is...your pathetic life…

Today was one of those days. It began well enough, no burnt toast but the alarm conveniently forgot to go off putting me behind by an hour and a half before my day had even started. Work was…well…work was work, impossible, inconceivable, incorrigible, unpleasant and cold as ice. And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse…BAM! It did.

It was a rough day and a day like today should come once in a millennia but...I'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow has in store...

Saturday, 8 May 2010

That Time of Year

Every time this time of the semester rolls around, I feel an overwhelming sense of confusion! A thousand emotions hit me at full-speed and leave me reeling! It's that time again..the end of another school year...already from freshman to sophomore to junior! I have no idea how this happened or when..i just know that it's happening way too fast and I really need to pause and take a breather. I need time...time to think, time to feel, time to experience and enjoy my years as a student. I'm not ready to step into the "big, bad world"...how do you really know when you are? But that's not why I'm confused...not why I'm so overwhelmed...it's the impossible sense of loss and sadness that grips me that is most confusing! Why do I feel this way? It's just the end of another year...there's 2 more to go and yet...every time I sit back in my chair and reflect on the last 2 years...the excitement, the exhilaration, the fun, the joy, the laughter, the winning, the celebrating and the friendships...I feel an inexplicable sense of pain. This year more so than before. I think it's because the end of this year marks the end of being babied...of having everything laid out for me...next year I spend a semester abroad and when I come back...everything will have changed...no more "adda" in the Jewett lobby, heck! no more Jewett at all! Off-campus, living our own lives...away from the madness of campus life...it's going to be so different...so strange. Packing your entire life into boxes and suitcases makes you realize how dispensable everything is. Shows you how everything can change in a matter of seconds...the once bedecked walls of my room, now lie bare and stark. The messy room lies in ghostly silence...in 4 days I fly home...home is happiness...that warm, snuggly feeling in the pit of my stomach...and yet this sense of absence and change and solitude looms large in the back of my mind. For, when I come back...everything will be different...everything will have changed and moved on...people will have changed...people may have forgotten...I think my biggest fear lies in being forgotten. I always want to know I've touched peoples' lives the same way they always touch mine. It's a strange feeling...it's impossible to explain...happy yet sad, accomplished yet afraid, surrounded by friends yet lonely, moving yet stagnant. To all my friends, I just want to say...you make my life brighter, better and happier...I love having you around...to talk to, to annoy, to fight with, to party with, to love, to complain to and to just be there for you...I hope nothing changes even though I know, a lot will...to Spring 2011!

Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Sometimes...


Sometimes all a girl wants is a little romance.

Tiny gestures, little things...flowers, chocolates, poetry, candlelight and some wine...Is that so strange? So alien? Is romance only the stuff of romantic comedies and romance novels? An archaic concept? Unfamiliar ground?

The world keeps spinning at a steady pace but no one has time.

What changed? Why did chivalry, romance and true love get lost in the pages of history? Why do women always want equality? And why do men believe them when they say they do, at least in matters of the heart? Who told men that the fairer sex no longer wanted those long-stemmed roses, serenades and violins? And when did we lose our right to being treated like the world by that special someone?

All a girl wants sometimes...is for her life to be a romantic comedy...where everything is perfect and incredibly romantic at the end...

Monday, 14 September 2009

The Power of Sound

On a cool summer night,

With the crickets abuzz,

I suddenly heard

What might constitute chaos.

I heard a raven caw,

An owl hoot in response

And then there was an uproar,

Of feathers, beaks and claws.

I ran toward it but I was too late.

I saw a baby squirrel lying in her grave.

Torn from limb to limb, she was a sorry sight

And all around her mourned the creatures of the night.

They weren’t to be seen

But their sounds were everywhere

And that is when I understood,

The power of sound in the night air.