The story started as our version of Fairytopia. With me, the mad witch, trying all kinds of spells and stunts to grapple with my two sweet little bickering fairies.
The fairies are on their own wings now, but the fairy tales continue.
So does the magic and the madness!.
I'd love to hear from those of you who've had a glimpse into our world. Thanks for being a part of it.
Depending on where we are, it is all so varied-Navratri, Dandia nights (or rather evenings now), Ramlila, Dushera and the Dolls and Ayudha Puja-----but it is also so similar too in the way we blend traditions with having fun and scripting memories. Maybe it’s just one more excuse to come together and celebrate and spread the wishes.
I have missed the drumbeats at Durga Puja this time but am celebrating by taking off for a week with my “Fairytopia”.
Will be back soon to share more moments as we journey to the southernmost shores of India.
Someone whom I have known only through her words and that too only for the last couple of months…
And it was the same as meeting an old friend from years ago.
It shouldn’t be like this.
After all what you put in your blog is just a tiny fraction of what your life is all about. And then how do you know even if that is for real?
I guess there is no algorithm to find that out.
But when you have been reading each others words for some time, sharing memories, exchanging smile (and apprehensions), chasing dreams and laughing at each others posts, you do begin to go beyond the blog-etiquette of reciprocating on comments and start connecting to the real person out there.
And when you meet, you really don’t need the introductions. It’s the person you’ve known for quite some time now.
Thanks a ton, Swaram for coming over. It was lovely meeting you; I just wish it could have been for longer and that I’d clicked some photos.
Looking forward to meeting you and all my other blog friends throug…
I am trying my best to be logical, clinical, rational….
I can’t help feeling terribly mushy.
And to make it sillier, it’s about Durga Puja, a festival that I’ve been attending for all five days, with clockwork regularity, for every year of my life.
Yet, I miss each one of those moments.
The exchanging of parcels of new clothes between Jaipur-Siliguri-Kolkata-and where ever Boro Pishi happened to be.
Being emotionally blackmailed into a thorough spring cleaning before Mahalaya by Mom (To ensure each inch of the house was washed, each bit of well everything was kept in the sun for hours and arranged back, she would start the whole process, and end up looking so tired and frails that………u guessed it!)
Rushing away right in the morning for “pushpanjali”, preening up in all finery just to go and watch the cultural functions, the puja, and……… well everyone else. Having friends stay over just so that we all could spend hours at the puja. The Arti, the competitions, the bhog, the eve…
What do I do to get them behave like normal, loving siblings? Princess Aurora came home from school complaining of a sore throat. It soon turned into a horrible sniffy, sneezy, weepy affair and when she showed a slight increase in temperature you can guess what it did to my hardly there equanimity. Even then the catfight was still on. Being Loverna, I switched to the selective hearing mode-they had to be in separate areas of the house till the worst was over. As I convinced Aurora to sleep with me, Elena teased her endlessly about being a baby and missing her “day” to sleep on the top bunk.. Aurora got her back by grabbing the remote: Now you can’t watch TV because I have put my germs on this. Elena cribbed that it was not fair this one was getting away with not finishing her dinner because she felt too sick. Aurora kept insisting she was the one who was sick and needed to be near the toys, so her sister should be sent out of their room. I continued not to hear. The tone changed a little…. Ma…
I found a maid who said she doesn’t want any leave during the year. And then the catch: She wanted annual leave to go to her parents’ home during Durga Puja. Yes, even though I would do anything to get out of eating fish and roshogolla, there’s still a Bong in me, who went all mushy about going “home” during Pujo.. I was so glad about her still managing the annual trip that I said yes and turned away to stifle a poignant memories... I forgot about it as the months went by, till “that time” of the year came around. She had booked her tickets, and planned to reach her village two days before Shashti, confirm the dates for Kali Puja (Diwali), since it was the only time in a year that she could spend with her family, and then book her return ticket. I did hit the panic button then, googled the dates for Kali Puja and offered to book her return ticket online… OK, so if Kali Puja is on 17th, would you know when is Bhai Phota (Bhai Dooj)??? Ahemmmm (nostalgia definitely has it limits) it should be on…
One of my favorite dreams as a kid was one in which I get locked up in a book shop. On regular visits, I would specially get a thrill out of reading one at the shop, while selecting the ones to buy. So what if I don’t have the time these days?This is what a trip to a bookstore with my children looks like:
Gosh-I wonder what else gets stored and transferred through our DNA!
No. This isn’t how my forefathers lived.Even my grandma had electricity and a refrigerator.She didn’t believe in it much though- cooked food was always finished on the same day –even if the family had to take second and third helpings. And she preferred to keep eggs floating in a bowl of water to preserve them as if they would hatch if she didn’t keep an eye on them…I don’t have electricity in my house since yesterday. Absolutely no electricity because not being in Delhi-we don't even have a invertor for power backup.Yes, you read it right-it’s been more than 24 hours. We spent the night fighting off mosquitoes, everyone had quick baths in the morning with water heated in saucepans on the gas-stove, and we got ready to face the day ahead.Can we survive without electricity? Yes, this is how...Breakfast was heated without the microwave and as the kids and their Dad left for the day, I realized that the batteries of both my mobile and laptop were flattened- I’d have to work from offi…