Being Bengali – Durga Puja In London 6


“Ya Devi sarva bhuteshu Matri rupena samsthita|
Ya Devi sarva bhuteshu Shakti rupena samsthita||

Ya Devi sarva bhutesu Shanti rupena samsthita|
Namestasyai Namestasyai Namestasyai Namoh Namah||”

 

ric·o·chet  

/ˈrikəˌSHā/ – Noun - A shot or hit that rebounds one or more times off a surface

 

Well, thats exactly the feeling, when a almost home sick bong, gets to hear these words. Spoken aloud by the ‘purohit’ amidst the hue and cry of the palatial banquet hall of Camden Centre, Kings Cross, London - these words would take several volleys along the 4 walls of the enclosed space, and reach his ears not diminished, but magnified – 4 times over.

Far, far away from home, this little boy, wondered how he would go chugging along behind his mother, to the next door pujo in Calcutta, to give his ‘anjali’.  When I think of it, now – it was a wonderfully sweet moment. A nostalgia that I would treasure, doesn’t matter how far, I am from home. 

As a child, I remember, I used pray with all the might of a little boy so that I pass my mathematics exams. then when I grew a more and saw the world in a new light (first crush) I prayed with all my desperation, so that girl I love would love me back. And then when the boy was sick, he had muttered these words, under his breath, and his jaws ached. 

They never fail to take me back to the days when I was growing up, this time of the year, somehow reminds of Ma. I do miss home.

 

 


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The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.


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