Today when I started checking my mails, there was one mail that caught my eyes and I got stuck to it. It was from a very old friend from my hometown wishing me for the coming “Durga pooja”. He always knew that it was the three days time for which I used wait for whole year “ye Durgo poojo ashche”. I used to be so excited, it was best time of the year. We all used to wait for it the whole year. But this time something is missing, suddenly I realized it’s just a week to arrive, what could it be, my hometown? where I spent my most of the poojos or my friends with whom I used to make plans to visit pandals or may it be anxiety to meet all relatives at “BANGALI AKHRA” as it was the only once we could make it in the whole year or it may be the essence of trill before the poojo to arrive lots of shopping that already started one month earlier or may be DAD as we use to make plans how to rob him in saptami ashthami and navami to enjoy the chilling of tongue while leaking ice creams one after one and the another or playing games in different stalls sometime winning and most of the time loosing or eating spicey chats and phoochkas and sometime if we get lucky then going for some rides in giant wheels or nauka vihar in fates all wearing new dresses looking their best with the attitude “my dress is more prettier than yours… “ wow how great those days were!!!. The whole city lighted up and cleaned the fragrances of dhoops coming from all around..uummhhhh I am getting nostalgic, and on the last day that’s dashami going to jethus’ house and eating jethumuni’s authentic home made snaks nimki, goja, bonde, hinger-kochuri with cha..aahhhh yummy!!! and then asking jethu for handful of pronomi our well deserved right to earn money from them and filling our pockets. But what I really miss is those, carefree days that kiddhies mind giggling with all cousins discussing fashion, dresses, sandals, bags, hairstyles, movies and our favorite topic the smartest guy in BANGALI AKHRA and seeing all bhaies wearing denims and checks or new t-shirts and other day in complete traditional attire and spending all their energy day and evening trying to impress the beautiful girls there… we all sister use to call our brothers “mission to impress start ho gaya” and some times when our few friends used to join us there, all their concentration darted on us offering cold drinks and ice creams in every five minutes just to grab a chance to speak to our friends.. they were just too much.!!! But now I feel lost somewhere, everyone is busy in their own lives, their work and families everyone is parted from each other. That excitement is missing, that emotion is missing. Here in Delhi poojo is not at all like we use to have in Patna its metro not a small town like Patna where people used wait for three days fate for the whole year.
Not having much expectation from poojo this year what I have decided doing this year is going to CR Park but most of the time I will cherish the memories of old poojo days of Patna.
i really like the stuff u shared with, this is so true that how much we really miss the "Pooja" of our hometown. the smell of dhoop around during these pooja and the long waited excitement........& lots of thing
ReplyDeleteDear Vuchu,
ReplyDeleteI went through your Blog's contains,It appears that you are badly missing your old days. Initially I also used to do think like you, though I left Patna long back (almost 13 years) but still there are lots of golden moments of my life which never be forgotten. Your few lines really touched me a lot and brought me to write you this.
You are soo right....No poojo can be compared to that of Patna. I can toally relate to what you are saying because I bet it's something similar to what I feel here in New York. We have poojo here on the weekends, but the people who show up are not people I have known through out mt life like it use to be in Patna. The poojo over here is more about a PArty and that emotion that you talk about is missing. Nostalgia for the old days is where I spend a lot of my time as well, but it's the hope that friends who have parted ways must also be thinking about the good old Patna poojo days is what makes me happy. I will always miss Patna poojo:):)
ReplyDeletehey you bunch of weeping bangalies... would you ever be able to get out of ur nostalgic mode?
ReplyDeletehe he he he this makes me sick... my love-n-hate relation with Patna. yeah indeed, i too miss those old days, but we all wanted to become older and to go places, didn't we?
so why complaining? every place has its own good bad and ugly dimentions !
enjoy it.