Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Nabami night




A few minutes back I was sitting on my balcony.... I looked around...Nabami was at its fag end...The night was young and the revellers in huge numbers thronged the street..The images conjured a feeling of joy and happiness cocooned in age old traditions...

The air was heavy with the festive fragrance, loudspeakers blared out the
eternal hit numbers...the gas balloons kissed the dark autmn sky and the toy pistols echoed a strange noise that made me nostalgic... The city seemed to be dressed in its
bridal finery...
I desperately tried to cling on to this moment...cause it was soon going to be over...

It seemed like an eternal celebration. The drumbeats, the smell of sandalwood, and the smiling faces will soon fade into oblivion...We would again turn into zombies leading our concrete existence... The streets would soon bear the look of monotony intercepted by deserted skeletons of the beautifully decorated pandals...These pandals which exuded a subtle mix of grandeur and craftsmanship would turn into mere bamboo structures. Naked, stripped off and abandoned...facing the hard reality.

Theres a saying "baro maashey tero parbon"... It seems this part of the world tries to
celebrate every other festive occassion...But the grandeur and vastness of Durga Puja can
hardly be compared with other festivals...Its not only about a relegious or a ceremonial worship of the Goddess...Its about 4 days of celebrating life...Its about dreams, fantasies,
extravagance, grandeur and desires...

However the Nabami night reminds us the inevitable truth... everything has to come to an
end...Nabami for me is the time to recollect, to look back and to accept that reality is just knocking on our door...

But nabami is not the end...It is about optimism, about weaving new dreams and waiting for another year ..."Asche Bochor Abar hobe" ...

So as I spend this night penning down this post, somewhere deep down I console myself coz the celebration is not yet over..With a heavy heart and a lazy self I pray to God..."Abar esho ma"...

5 comments:

Kolika said...

You know what Nabami means to me? I'm glad another Pujo is over. I don't have to think of what I'm missing and could not haves and should not haves and my priorities. Just like I was glad it was Oct 1 and I didnt have to be sad about spending my birthday alone. I'm too much about myself, huh?

Bogged said...

My nabami outside calcutta is a mixture of joy and sorrow!Finding fuchka costing Rs.160 per 6 piece and then the drumbeats ("dhak") played in cassettes! i wish i never have to celebrate life outside calcutta, as life outside is not
"it" at all!"dugga tui thakbi kotokkhon dugga tui jabi bishorjon!!" but for me....life abar fire esho....

Priya said...

hehehehehhe..........liked the way u wrote......."nabami at its fag-end".........:-D

Dankest Cartoon said...

Why is it u think like you and i think like mine, why can't we all think same and feel same. Why?
How about a life when all are felt equally and shared scliently.
How about a nobomi night spent alone!

Priya said...

come up with more stuffs...nabami 2009 is almost here.....its been ages that u hve posted