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Mainak Gen- X

Curtains- for the 2014 Durga pooja. In many ways it was a Gen X poojo ,who proved that conventionality does not really belong to yesterday. It was steeped in tradition and devotion - something even I could not have pulled off .
In the end it was the Gen -X who proved that despite the punk they also have the spunk. 


Thank you Pooja/Jhilik/Chibu/ Toopsie  - and Babui , Shivalika and Rahul for the external support. The vignettes of  Durga Poojo would be special because the elders were all in sync in praising the young brigade and as a mother it felt good. And much to Bhaskar's chagrin Chibu became the centre point of all attention with his bruised right hand. Ah! to be in the centre of attention!

I skipped shanti r jol this time for "Bang Bang"- an entertainment package with Rhittik and Katreena being the ultimate eye-candy. 
And  I will miss waking up to the sound of Dhak, waiting to see Nandini's latest Anondo collection, the ice-cream at mid-night and our customary dinner and adda- sigh ...getting older has it's advantage , you can take the back-seat, relax and see the reins in the safe hands.....move on !

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