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The wait begins .....


Woke up to the sound of Dhaak and Hookkah Bar .. 
For a second in that half wakefullness I thought poojo has arrived !!!!
I love this time of the year when the pandals come up and traffic snarls around the markets and malls to cause the most tiresome traffic jams....I crib each day yet  I love the anticipation!
Though this bishshokorma was damp squib- no kites in the sky, the day was cloudy and sultry and  I missed the trademark mangsho -bhaat too ! Yet the half built pandals in the middle of the road, and the thronging crowds at Gariahat give that festive air ....the jostling, the stampede and the pickpockets doing rip-roaring business nonetheless !
Every year we have the same uncertainties...will Mainak have it's poojo? Baba keeps complaining about Chibu and his friends not doing anything at all......nothing is done...uff !the young generation...etc etc.........
And Chibu master as usual says everything will be done..and things happen only in the last minute...so there, the battle of the generation rages!!!!
At work the youngsters talk of poojo shopping and the latest style statement- fun really . I got carried away and ordered  glittery eye make up and now I am sure I will look a sight .....but what the heck !
Life as usual is full of ifs and buts and uncertainties in all the fronts - home front as well the world outside. Violence, intolerance, rape, murder , death and disease ..It seems we have to find our own sunshine space amid that ! And my sunshine space these days is......:)))))


As always my motto remains .........who has seen tomorrow ?
And tomorrow amid the  bhashan processions and cries of "bishshokporma mai ki joi" I shall await in anticipation for the mother goddess to return................"asche bochor" is almost here !!

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  1. yesh ei time tai best! eshe gele dekhte dekhte kete jaay oi kota din!

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  2. yess...eita bhalo...last minute shopping/plans/ ticking the to-do list....then the wait begins !

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