Friday, October 15, 2010

Bombay Durga Bari Samity...

( Sorry for not coming out with a post for a long time. Work pressure, but today seemed good. My other Blog, is however kindof updated... )



Was sceptical, as usual. My experience of Pujas outside Bengal was never good in Pune. Also I was more frivolous during my College days, with different interests. So when I took a half day from my office last night for today, I was not sure myself...


Got a brochure of Bombay Durga Bari Samity. It was apparently established 1930, by some Maitra (yea...true! I carry the same surname, the legacy and probably the curse of being one of the oldest family clan of Bengal, with Rabindranath Tagore writing his famous "Debotar Grash" poem about our family. The fact that I am a blacksheep is however debatable and different! :))


Known as the oldest Durga Puja of Bombay, it is presently in its 81rst year. Mahashtami Morning, and an irreligious thin 27 year old Bong entered the gates of the Puja Pandal.



Tons of humanity, women folks in typical red border white or cream silk, en masse, with the typical Bengali "Devdas" type "Atpoure" style of wearing Saree...and hilariously accented Bengali. Bong males, children of all age, positively uncomfortable with their "Dhutis", constantly asking their wife or geefee to hold their phone while they adjust their "Kuchis".


Pushpanjali started.


"Sarva mangala Mangalley...phool ta please jhuri te felben...shive sarvartha saadhike...ektu dandike chepe please...ei modon...sharnye trambake gauri...narayani namastute...arrey dur baba, bolchi na phool ta..."


My spirituality was having a roller coaster ride...I was in high need of spirits to ease and control...


Sat down after completion...old Bong grampa..."tumi ki koro baba?" (What do you do, son?) Now no where in the World probably any senior citizen addresses their young kindreds as Baba, which literally means father, but technically son...gives a different warmth to the relation. Here though...20 minutes was gone in a blink only to make him understand that I am from Calcutta, and work in Bombay as a young Digital PR executive. It can be termed as the eclipse period of my otherwise sunny day...



Somehow moved on with life...was not feeling like leaving though...but office call-eth! So left that Rs. 30 plates of two piece Rosogollas, and Singaras...and headed to work.


The office was considerate however...they saw my face and allowed me to leave early...I was considering myself lucky to be getting a part of Calcutta, 2500 KMs west...the faces I know, the features common, the dress, the accent, the food, and most importantly the smell...the special smell of a Bong Puja...unbelievable...life was never better...


I was entering the Pandal to see the Sandhya Arati, and take some photos of the extra-glowing Bong babes around...when I saw a traumatised and fidgeting young guy sitting just next to the door...a menacing voice at the background..."Tumi ki koro baba?"


I fled straight to the Singara shop outside...