Its that time of the year again. That time of the year when the incessant rains start beating a quiet retreat. That time of the year, when one sees hues of bright green that defies the imagination as trees, plants and shrubs bathed in a fresh shower sport their brightest best. It is that time of the year when the fields get overrun by weeds heralding the process that culminates in the home coming of Goddess Durga.
Yes, Durga Puja is now about a month away. To us Bengalis it is a lot more than a mere religious festival. It is the symbolic triumph of good over evil. It is a chance to forge new friendships and renew old bonds of fraternity. It is, even to the agnostics and communists, a chance to pandal-hop, partake Prasad, offer angali, and generally join in the revelries. It is an excuse to buy new clothes for the family, wear shoes that hurt, throw all caution in the wind and gorge on junk food as if there’s no tomorrow and generally live it up, with or without the mandatory saradiya sankha (annual number) of the favourite media house.
Yes, the puja’s are on the way and it is prime time at “Kumortuli” (read adobe of the potters) who are busy giving shape to the idols. Let us start our “pujo porikroma” from here …
For Bengalis everywhere, for Bengalis in every part of the globe this is festive season. Join me as we take part in celebrating life the way only we Bengalis can. We will try and make this as illustrative and image intensive as we can. Feel free to join in the conversation by posting comments.
(All Pics by Arindam Basu)
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