Here is another ‘pravachan’ dose! Bear or Go Away! D-uh. Listen to the song and go away that is.
While I come back to
the submissive tone that any ‘Pravachan’ should have, you can just start to
imagine me as one of those deities you saw during the childhood Sundays of ‘Mahabharat’
telecasts, with that golden aura ring right behind my head. That somehow helps
me to hide the receding hairline. That would make a whole different post
though.
So as I was saying, or
about to say,
There are moments that
you remember after they are gone, wanting to get them back and there are
moments that you wished would last forever. I don’t how many of you are there
who have spent a major part of their lives rehearsing for situations, love
scenes, fights, revolutions, crisis periods, wars, mainly happy scenes, that
have never existed and would probably never exist but you just rehearse, for no
specific reason at all. I have this habit. The more Roman way of putting it
would be daydreaming. When you sit with your books, right before semester and
spend time doing nothing and wake up every day with scary texts from a dear
friend asking about studies. Bleh. The
point was, there are times and very fortunate times when you get to live these
moments that you have dreamt of or wished for. And these are the moments that
you really want to hold on to.
Few years down the
line I don’t know if I would be laughing at this post or would be too ashamed
to show this to my grand children because they might point that they have a
silly Granny. That is there. At times I wonder if I live a dream or is this compensatory
happiness from God before the final blow of jobless wanderings, or no
wanderings in my case. The world is going mad with tensions and here I am
blogging randomly because I have nothing better to do on this pleasant late
Autumn morning.
As you can notice by
now that like most of the posts, (now I am just considering that you read the
previous posts. Wishful thinking) this post is going nowhere. Bhaaago! And there still are certain dreams that you wish really really happened. Very plain non-demanding dreams them. I mean. Why Not? 'Odhiker Shomoshya" as the man puts it. Not getting a word of this now? Good!
I had a very quick chat with a girl I
have always admired for her charm, beauty and fun life. I was surprised when
the first thing she said was that she is getting no time from studies. Here I
must also mention that she is placed. That was a moment of I don’t know what
but yes, with this condition, with minimal knowledge of basics and no knowledge
of the qualifying exams. Very little idea about the not so distant entrances
and no idea about the next door monster, I am again happy. Guilty happy yes!
No matter how much we
try and be or pretend to be or just be excited about Pujo a year before the
Pujo, the voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra on the Mahalaya morning really marks
the start of the Pujo Pujo feel. Whatever I said is nothing new and every
facebook status says the same thing? Who said this post is unique?
Last year I remember
having my second round of viral fever 2 days before the Mahalaya. I was really
down and ill. Somehow the sound of this morning perfection lifted my soul for
those two hours. This year again, there has been a lot going on. People are
either too happy or too sad. There was a general gloom in every near and dear
and known and similar person around me for academic or personal reasons. But then again came the Mahalaya. I have no idea how is the mood of the rest of
them, but today, for today, just today, I am happy.
Maa leaves for a few
days today evening and I have a not so good class in an hour. A dear friend
could not get through the interview round of her much expected job. Pailan has
been giving us bad times like the last three years. Oh yes we have internals on
tritiya and choturthi,. And my academic
scenario, let’s not get into that. Amidst all these, when Maa called at 4:05 to
say 4te beje gechhe and I received her call with a swollen, watery and red left
eye, I was plain happy. Dada living next door played his radio sets so loud
that I did not even have to get up and switch on mine. This time probably every
household plays the same thing unmistakably.
I don’t ever remember
hearing the entire Mahalaya. I have my specific favourites though that I never
miss half asleep, half awake. The problematic eye this time did make me stay
awake for a longer time than usual years. I don’t know when I fell asleep
again. That is a happy feeling. This also is the last Pujo before graduation
and the little pessimism in me says next year, Pujo would be incomplete. So, as
I was telling Sudipto yesterday night, let’s forget all the future woes for the
next few days. Pujo is year. Finally!
Shameless?
Yes maybe. That is exactly what I somewhat hinted back at Maa when she hinted at my failure celebrations.
Depressing things apart, it's OCTOBER!
The 1st of October and while the world celebrate their placements, we celebrate my aamish-hood.
And also, Pujo is here. Come Shorot Kal and every morning I wake up to new dress routine for Pujo. This year has been slightly different since I have a reason less to celebrate and jealously has crept in my system. Jealously is somehow a very uncool word to say about one's self. Let's call it. Self pity. Nah, Jealousy sounded better!
Nevermind.
Pujo is here. Mahalaya is in three days. Although this also means that Maa leaves for Nagpur in 3 days and I am having daily pangs to hide away from everything with a Tatkal ticket to the wedding but then, how can I miss Pujo. October it is! A lot of chicken, indigestion, upset stomach, tension, brishti, pinkness and happy eating (in no specific order) started the Pujo month. The Kaash phools all along the Diamond Harbor Road every year is probably the only thing that I like about Pailan. The last line was out of context yes. Bleh
I do realize that I am ruining and about to ruin the entire theme with which I started and intended to write this post. I better stop. So. To Pujo, Chicken and People- the good, the bad and the placed, Cheers!
