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Pujo Diary 2015 - Nabami/Dashami

As I mentioned in my earlier post, this year Pujo days overlapped with each other as per the Panjika. So the preparation to send off Ma Durga and her kids started from the morning only. But before that we participated in the Phuchka competition where one had to eat a lot of phuchka within two minutes and the one who could eat the maximum number of phuchka would be the winner. I am a slow eater myself and never got to win this competition till date. The guy who won ate 17 in two minutes. I could only eat 9 and was already out of breath looking like a moron with tamarind water dripping off my mouth.

The Devi baran and sidur khela started soon afterwards.

In the evening I opted for a pair of palazzos. They were from a designer range named Pakhi by Preeti Tomar.

Every year we dance like crazy at the procession and this year was no exception. In our group, A and R are the most enthusiastic dancer. R's board exam is coming this year and hence she was a bit apprehensive about the dancin…

Pujo Diary 2015 - Ashtami/Nabami

This year's Pujo schedule has been a little confusing, having the days overlapped with each other. As per the Panjika (the Indian Hindu astronomical almanac) both Ashtami and Nabami fell on the very same solar day. Hence even if it was still the same day, Ashtami was over by 8.11 am and Nabami began. As a result, the most important Ashtami'r Anjali was scheduled to happen very early in the morning. I had shown ample exuberance the day before that I was going for the early morning Anjali. However most of my high spirit was fogged under the thick blanket of sleepiness when Ma came to wake me up at 6 O' clock in the morning. After some good dose of yelling and emotional blackmail, my sleep was gone for good and I got up to get ready. After taking shower and donning the saree (saree is the official dress code for Anjali) when we reached the Pandal, the clock almost struck 7. It is a custom that every one goes for Anjali in their own Para pandal. The Anjali did not take much t…

Quote of the Week

"Life is a mirror: if you frown at it, it frowns back; if you smile, it returns the greeting."

- William Makepeace Thackeray

William Makepeace Thackeray was a British author of nineteenth century. He used to write parodies and satires mostly. Given the turbulent life he had, it is remarkable that he had such a positive outlook of life. Perhaps it is aptly said that only a person can comprehend the true meaning of optimism who has never experienced a peaceful, happy life.
Thackeray had a Calcutta connection. His father, Richmond Thackeray, was secretary to the Board of Revenue in the British East India Company in Calcutta. His maternal grandfather was also an employee of the Company. John Harmon Becher was the Collector of the South 24 Parganas district. Thackeray was born in Calcutta in 1811. However he was sent to England after his father's death in 1815. His mother, Anne Becher was an extraordinary woman and a reigning beauty of her time. Her life was no less interestin…

Pujo Diary 2015 - Saptami

Shubho Bijoya to all my readers. Once I read somewhere that a Bengali's life is nothing but a journey from one Pujo to another, that the best yardstick that we use to compare our lives over the course of time is not new year, not Christmas, not Diwali, but our very own Durga Pujo. One of our favourite topic of discussion is, 'hey what were we doing this time last year?' or 'was last year's Pujo better than this year?'
I thought this year's Pujo was going to be a catastrophe (mainly because my best friend was hijacked by her husband), but it actually turned out to be a very good one. And of course Durga Puja is Bengali's very own Fashion Week; we wait the whole year for this 5-6 days to flaunt the best outfit that we have been keeping aside for such a long time.
So here goes my Pujo Diary, a visual journey through the few days of absolute fun, frolic and craziness. Today is the first part.
On Saptami, I went out with S to have lunch. This year I did not…

An Afternoon at the South Park Street Cemetery

Despite the fact that I am a hardcore Calcuttan, and that I have never been outside Calcutta for more than seven days; there are many places here that I am yet to see. South Park Street Cemetery was one of them, well until this Saturday when we finally made it to one of the greatest landmarks of what still remains of colonial Calcutta.
It is located at the AJC Bose Road end of the Park Street. Although the official name of Park Street has been changed into Mother Teresa Sarani, nobody calls it by the official name. Perhaps the general ambience of the area does not go with the name of someone like Mother. After all, Park Street is all about great food, drink and amazing nightlife. However, prior to that, Park Street used to be known as Burial Ground Road.
Opened in 1767, the South Park Street Cemetery was probably the largest Christian cemetery outside Europe and America during the 19th century. The Europeans stopped using it soon after 1790; however it was still in use until 1840 whe…

Quote of the Week

It makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. The way I can't stop. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in a sense that it comes naturally to me. But everything else about it is hard. The way my body aches with self-hatred. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything I do, every relationship I have. Yet it's addicting, because I know sadness, and I know it very well. And there's a sort of comfort in that, like being home after a trip or sleeping in your own bed after being away. There's just a sense that this is where I belong. This is how it's supposed to be.

-Marianna Paige

Belated Quote of The Week

'Terrible things 
happen to 
good people 
every day.

I am not
one of the
good people.

I am one the
terrible things.'

- Marianna Paige

I was away the whole weekend on a small trip. The travelogue will come very soon. These days I am busy with a very important project and I am not sure how much time I will be able to devote to my blog. However, Pujo is almost knocking on the door (today is Mahalaya) and it's time to set aside all the gloominess and boredom and have some fun in the coming week.
I wish every one a very happy Pujo.

Fall Apart

Shopping with Amazon - The Diary of My Ordeal

20th September, 2015: I placed an order with, order number 403-0428010-8081914.
21st September, 2015: As per the website my package was dispatched on via Ecom Express (tracking id 130382558). The expected delivery date was 26th September, 2015. I gave my office address as the shipping and billing address. 
24th September, 2015: Until about 12 noon on there was no up to date tracking history on the Amazon India website as well as Ecom Express website. I felt worried as it was a prepaid order and contacted the customer care to address the issue. 26th September, 2015 was Saturday and since my office remains closed during weekend I had to make two requests to them. 1.To provide me with up to date tracking history. 2.To arrange the delivery in such manner so that they don’t happen to come during weekend, i.e., 26th September and 27th September as I should not be available on those days at my office location. I discussed my problem very clearly with them and the customer care agent …

Quote of the Week

There is an odd synchronicity in the way parallel lives veer to touch one another, change direction, and then come close again and again until they connect and hold for whatever it was that fate intended to happen.

- Ann Rule

Ann Rule was an American true crime author. Her most famous book is The Stranger Beside Me which was based on her acquaintance with the serial killer Ted Bundy who happened to be her co-worker and friend. Ann Rule met Bundy while volunteering at a suicide crisis hotline centre in Seattle in 1971. Ted Bundy was a work-study student. Later he was arrested and confessed to committing 30 homicides spanning over 4 years. Surprisingly (or not so surprisingly), Rule never observed anything unnatural about Bundy, one of the most notorious serial killers and necrophiliacs in the American history of crime.

Why So Serious?

I have been asking myself the same question for past few days. In my last two posts I sounded pretty morbid (I talked about the perverted life of Gandhi for crying out loud.). However, that's not my usual self and as a matter of fact I avoid anything morbid as much as I can. I could not fathom why all of a sudden I was feeling depressed and murderous. I am very good at repressing unpleasant memories and I never dwell on them, well, not consciously at least. But all I have been doing these days is reminiscing about all the people whom I used to hate, or whom I still hate or people who at one point or another pissed me off, or whose general disposition I found to be abominable or outrageous. Not to mention, almost all of these people are kicked out of my life long back. And not to my surprise, that list is a long one. After pondering this subject (why I am feeling like a psychopath) for a while, I came to this conclusion that there are two factors that could possibly be behind my Ha…

Gandhi - A Few Words

The only social media platform I'm connected to these days are twitter and instagram. I won't consider blogger as here I literally converse with myself. Of those two platform, instagram is what I check regularly. My morning starts with checking colourful pictures and updates from people all over the globe. Today when I opened my instagram I noticed, much to my dismay, that my feed was flooding with people paying their respect to the great (?) man who was born on this day 146 years ago.
India is a weird country. Although India is not exactly like the middle east, but still Indians are no less fanatic and hegemonic when it comes to their national figures. And Gandhi has always been one of the most sensitive topics in India. I am no historian. History has never been my specialisation. But even with my limited knowledge of political history of India I can't help wondering whether the institution named Gandhi is nothing but a clever political strategy to establish the supremac…