As the sound of the conch shells fade away and dhakis stop
beating the dhak, Bengalis all over the world heave a collective sigh as the
Durga Puja festivities come to an end for another year.
I have to admit that all through my life, growing up in
Kolkata, where Durga Puja pandals literally spring up in every para
(neighbourhood) and preparations for the event start months in advance, I used
to take Durga Puja, like so much other things, for granted. I questioned the need to offer pushapanjali to
the goddess, to do boron and sindoor khela, to touch the feet
of elders for Bijoya Dashami and to compulsively check out each pandal across
the city in a mad pandal-hopping race, meeting known faces and friends at every
pandal and stopping for some food and adda on the way.
But now, as I sit, miles away from Kolkata, I wait eagerly for
these 4 days as do millions of other Bengalis. And this year even as the Goddess is immersed and life comes back to normal, I ask myself, why does Durga Puja have such an irresistible
lure for Bengalis across the world?
Why do we do it?
Is it nostalgia? Remembering our childhood days in Kolkata
when we used to hop from one pandal to another to see the creativity on display
in the lights and the pandal decorations that vied with each other to bring new
heights of imagination and craftsmanship every year?
Is it tradition? A chance to hold on to the Bengaliness in
us in lands far away from Kolkata where we try to create a shadow of the warmth
and fever that Durga Puja used to mean for us as children?
Is it just enjoyment with friends? A chance to lose
ourselves in adda even as gorge on oily, unhealthy street food that is so
unbelievably tasty? The chicken, mutton rolls, biriyani, mughlai porota, luchi,
jalebi and sweets?
Is it our way of holding on to a past that is disappearing
so fast, the glory and beauty of which we want to show our children so that
they too, when they grow up, can share the memories with their children in turn?
We may not be in Kolkata, but the 4 days of the Durga Puja
can bring back a little bit of the magic back for us.
For some, it could the new dresses, resplendent new sarees
with the sparkling jewels that make the Bengali women look much like goddesses
themselves.
For a few, it could be the food, the bhog from the Puja and the array
after array of junk food that takes over the kitchen during the period of the
puja as cooks and mothers take a temporary hiatus from cooking.
For the culturally inclined, it could be the music and dance
performances that enthrall them - ranging from the famous artists to the
amateurs who entertain with all their heart and give us magical moments of joy.
And for a few, it could actually be the spiritual call of
the god, the chants invoking the goddess and the power that she exudes even as
destroys the evil and upholds all that is good and sacred.
But for the most part, for many of us, Durga Puja would just remain
a chance to be, once a year at least, part of something that defines us, part
of a past we can never forget, part of a warmth that engulfs us in a familiar
glow and gives us the courage and hope that in the ever changing, uncertain
world, there is at least something that will still not change.
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