Pujo has prowled through the thicket of doldrums and is finally here! I shall not wax eloquence on the glories of the upcoming 4 days. If you have read earlier posts you'll know that it isn't the favourite time of the year for the family. There is pandemonium, there is utter madness waiting to unfurl.
Friend: I don't hear from you anymore. Where have you disappeared?
Me: In crowded streets and unmoving tracts of traffic...noise and lights :)
I didn't have a choice. Work forced me to see this...spectacle...to commute at 7 in the evening- the peak office hours as they call it. I spent hours stranded in a bus... The official pujo starts Monday. But the streets are busy with eager beavers, unending shopping sprees, groups of youngsters jostling for a quick tick of must-view pandal locations.
And somewhere in between the seeing and the observing, I found myself quietly making my way into one of these must see pandals, of partaking the excitement of guessing the theme...of marveling at the simple fact that this one was air conditioned...who would have ever thought...and taking that customary first shot of the first viewing of the Goddess and her family- 2015
That's when I thanked my city...for making me feel like a tourist...for infusing a sense of awe and wonder and for unfolding little bits of wisdom- Kolkata is literally all dressed up and has nowhere to go in the next days to come...and she never once sighs in impatience...not once.