It was the
Lalbagh cha Raja was perhaps the most famous of all the Elephant Gods adorning the city pandals and three of decided we should hit it. As luck would have it, instead of the 5 hour wait that we had braced ourselves for, we were able to glimpse his calm and serene face for around six and a half seconds before security guards pushed us aside. All in the course of two and a half hours. Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that Ganpati did not bring Mumbai to a standstill as I had seen Durga do to
About a week back I realized that once again I will not be home for Durga Puja. I’ll not be able to visit
On Sasthi (the sixth day. For Bengalis, the real deal starts on Sashthi) A called. He was a veteran at going to Durga Puja in Mumbai. It was a Sunday and we headed to
We had horrible Egg Rolls and Fish Fries imagining ourselves to be somewhere in
We had gone to watch Hell Boy and as much as the women hate the men for making them sit through the movie, I thought the movie was passable as a one time watch. Anyway, as we walked out a friend suddenly asked me if I had been to any Puja yet and at 2:00 in the morning he had this hugely crazy idea. We decided to visit
And I did that night.
The place was teeming with people at 3:00 in the night. Later I got to know that it was the same everywhere. Be it, Dadar or Lokhandwala,
And then I began to see things in a different perspective.
I saw slum dwellers in Wadala twirling their Dandiya sticks to the tunes of a Himesh number. I saw up market societies set up Dandiya dance sessions where everyone irrespective of region was trying to dance the Dandiya. The Garba was everywhere, only if I cared to look.
Or maybe I just didn’t look at the right places. I’ll reserve my comments till another day. And so even though the Bong in me yearns to be in
I shifted my house on the last day of the Pujas and as I lie on my bed feeling the moist air on my face that has flirted with the raindrops, I wish the daughter of Bengal a fine farewell wishing her to come back safely again next year.
As we shouted from the top of the truck during the immersion – Asche Bochor Abar Hobe.