Durga Puja

My blogging has really taken a hit since my move to Pune. I have realized blogging is more of a habit rather than the will to write. In fact, as far as I am concerned, even the matter doesn't matter. (Lol that's a funny way to put it) I mean there have been days when I had diddly squat to write about but I still forced myself to write. That sort of kept me in the habit. But now that I have a lot more to write about I just am not getting the push to put it all down. Anyways, here's an attempt to sum things up so far.

The 3 phases of Durga Puja: anticipated arrival,a rocking celebration and the inevitable sad ending all happened but with slight toned down enthusiasm. A myriad of reasons such as being away from home, mom's health not totally fine, the lack of my usual durga puja junta and a  few more which I would not like to get in right now. But I did try and enjoy it as much as I could. I tried my best not to picket against the idea of going to the pandal for bhog in the heat and more or less went around with my folks without any crib or tantrum.

Food and sight were as usual awesome, though I tried to keep my tongue in control (all puns intended :P). Did eat a lot, viz. Chicken Moghlai, Fish Fry, Fish/Mutton/Egg/Veg/Prawn Chop, Chinese, Biryani, Egg-Chicken Roll etc. Seriously, nothing beats Kala-khata gola at 12 in the night.

In brief here are the things that I enjoyed this Puja, being able to spend it with my folks, food, catching up with a lot of people, Monali and her junta's awesome dance drama, Soumita and her husband Soumit's company, many sights of beautiful bong girls :) and for a change a very well managed parking system at the Pandal!

The things that I really missed are spending time with a few of my regular junta, Mazumdar family,  few of my bong friends whom I meet every Puja, watching my Mom eat a lot of sweets, jhelofying my dad's crib about how unfair it is that he should be dragged to eat bhog in the hot afternoon (this time we let him stay back home and watch TV), Andy, Sandy and myself being mesmerized by the "Dhunuchi naach".

Last Durga Puja brought with it a new beginning for me, a naive hope that something different would happen. Something that hadn't before. It had a very promising start and that hope has changed me a lot in the past one year, changing and reforming me in ways that have surprised me and a few of my friends. But though I wish, by this Durga Puja I would have achieved what I had envisioned last year, things have turned out different. I could call it the end but then every end brings with it a new beginning. Some circle of life funda I guess. I would like to believe that there is still hope for me based on the assumption that I have been true to myself and followed my heart. And though at times I look back and a feeling of breathlessness grips me, the memories bring a smile. And though it is difficult not to miss what you dreamt of, I guess its better to be happy that one has had the opportunity to live those moments rather than be sad about the fact that one lacks them. Chaos is apparently the central theme of life, order being just an illusion. And though you try to zoom out and get a bigger picture of what's happening, you soon realize that the puzzle that you thought you were about to solve because you had found all the pieces, is actually just a piece of a bigger puzzle. And then you also have to take care of those pieces which just refuse to fit in no matter how hard you try and finally realize that you were actually trying to fit a wrong piece into a wrong slot. That I think is enlightenment. C'est La Vie!