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Its on my new novel P.O.


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THE ENIGMA CALLED DURGA PUJA
The Enigma Called Durga Puja





Every year with the advent of autumn, the air is filled with a peculiar joy. It vibrates the arrival of Goddess Durga with her full family regalia. The Bengalis or the Bongs as you say had waited eagerly for her arrival. The joy can be seen everywhere. It starts with buying of new clothes, shoes, jewelleries and anything and everything that can make one bright and colourful. Even the darkest corners of the city get lightened up at least for these few days.

With a son and Daughter to her right, a son and Daughter to her left Devi Durga is highly pampered at her Baper Bari. It can be seen everywhere. The Puja Pandals are decorated and built in such an extent that the Goddess will surely feel comfortable. At times it is made in the form of Kailash to give Her a homely atmosphere. In other places, Palaces are created, Temples are built to make Her at ease. With thousands of Devotees flocking to just have a glimpse of Her, its surely highly pampering.


The Puja last for 5 days. At the end She returns back to her home in Kailash with Debadideb Mahadeb eagerly waiting for her.But these 5 days brings a new lease of life to everyone. The youthfulness, the joy remains buzzing in the air. People wearing their new clothes walk kilometres after Kilometres to visit the Glamorous Devi in Her Pompous Pandals. It’s an extremely enjoying sight. In other times these ocean of crowds would have been quite frightening. But now it’s a complete enjoyment.

Standing in a queue of 50,000 devotees I felt the same. I had a keen desire this time to capture most of the big Puja’s of Kolkata, the City of Joy. Even at 2 am in the night, the whole city was vibrating with joy. Starting from toddlers to aged, everyone was on road. The Egg Roll and noodles shops were doing great business. As well as the Cold drinks stores.






Each and every Pandal had their uniqueness. Some had tried to depict the lost handicrafts of Bengal, where as some has depicted the progress in the latest technologies. Some had “Green” as their buzz word, some had “Ayala”.But the most striking feature was the amount of effort and dedication put into it. It was truly magnificent to watch them.

At times I really wonder that how an idol of clay brings so much joy to everyone. And even the non-living idol has so much life in it. Each and everyone had bowed down to her and asked for her blessings. And in their hearts of heart, they truly believe that She even in the mud and clay form will listen to their prayers.


I heard this question in one Quiz show during the festival, “What does Durga Puja means to you?”, and I asked myself. What truly does it mean? Is it about Prayers, rituals, worshipping the Devi or it is about Joy and Happiness. Pure and Unselfish joy. I leave the answer up to you. Or better to say, As you like it :) .



















The Horse Race, Rose Petal and Mysore Days
In his dreams, Saptak was looking at the giant crystal Pyramid. Totally mesmerized in its bluish beauty. It was his first day at the Mysore campus of Informatics Technologies Limited. He kept on looking at its brilliant architecture and a sense of pride engulfed his heart. It was a tough journey needless to say.Infomatics Technologies Limited was one of the most coveted software companies of modern India recruiting the best brains. The cut-off percentage needed for just appearing for the exam was quite high which filtered most of the young brains. Only a handful was lucky enough to sit for the exam. And out of them, the luckiest ones used to set foot on the Mysore campus for their initial training.


Saptak had never dreamt of joining Informatics during his engineering days. Being into mechanical Engineering, he had always dreamt of joining one of the big automobile houses. But somewhere he had a connection with Informatics. His idol was the man behind the creation of Informatics Technologies.


He was Srinivasan Raghavan.


“To Be or not To Be” is perhaps one of the greatest questions for the Haves and Have Not’s has one thing in common “Desire”. Desire to be and Desire to Have. And when the desire is pure and unselfish, it drives you to achieve things which seemed beyond reality. May be this desire made Srinivasan Raghavan create the great Indian dream.


Born in a lower middle class family, Raghavan had always thrived to achieve things which at times seemed impossible .And he had a passionate hunger inside him. Hunger of achieving what he dreamt day in and day out.

After completing his master degree in Computer science he joined one of the Indian Software companies. His hunger made him climbed the ladders with zealous speed.
And then one day something happened and Raghavan’s life was never again the same.

“And remember boys and girls, NO CHEATING! Anyone caught will be debarred from the exam and can never join Informatics” the invigilator shouted at the top of her voice. Saptak was still shaking. He was late for the recruitment exam and had just entered. With his shivering hands, he took up the question paper. It was all Puzzles! And that was the beauty of Informatics Recruitment exam. It was different from others. Just like the company .Different and distinguished. Saptak started cracking the puzzles. One by one. There was a total 10 of them. The first ones were less complex as compared to the last ones. He could hear some hush voices by his sides. “Hey Anand, what’s the answer of Q4”, the bespectacled boy squatting diagonally asked to the guy by his side. “Only 10 mins left”, the invigilator again shouted .The tension was mounting. Saptak was struggling with the last puzzle of blue, green and red balls.”Time over, no one touches their answer sheet”, the fat lady had already started snatching everyone’s answer sheet.


“How was it buddy?” Nikhilesh, the Computer Science topper patted Saptak.”It’s over, I don’t think I can make it”, Saptak smiled back.”Anyways, it’s not my cup of tea…it’s for you Bill Gates…Do me a favor if by any chance my name appears just give me a call”.
But you never know what trick destiny has in store for you. Nikhilesh couldn’t make it. And Saptak’s name was in the top 10.

“Ma, I have cracked the written…tomorrow is my interview” Saptak was shouting on the phone.


An assignment of 1000 computers came that day. As it was told to Raghavan who was the Project Manager to take care of it. And Mr. Srikant Batni, the CEO of Project Solutions ltd was on an abroad travel. “Just sign it Raghavan” Yogesh Batni, Srikant’s younger brother and MD of the company was revolving in the revolving chair. He looked composed and cunning. “I will Sir, but first I need to check the consignment” Raghavan replied. Yogesh stood up. His blood red nerves were spitting the anger on Raghavan. “You are just a small cockroach in our company, Just do as I say or I will just kick you away”. “I can’t Sir, but from today I am kicking your company. Tell your brother that it was nice working with him” .Slowly, Raghvan picked up the file and left Yogesh’s cabin.
And indeed it was his last day at the Pune office of Project Solutions Ltd.


“I can’t Sir, I have very limited knowledge about computers” Saptak replied to the exponential programming given to him in the interview board. There were just three of them. A middle aged man with professorly looks and a young lady was interviewing Saptak. “Then why do you want to join Informatics? After you join it will be all about computers and computing”, the lady smilingly asked Saptak. “That too being from Mechanical Engineering Background, You have got goods marks, you can easily get a good departmental job” the Middle aged Man added. Saptak looked up. He needed to deliver the final blow. “I know Sir I can easily get a departmental job, And I also know that I am not good at Computers, but Sir I just need to chance to work with Mr.Srinivasan Raghavan. He is my idol Maam. And he gives me the courage to get out of my very middle class background” .His heart was pumping fast with emotion.

The two interviewers smiled at each other. “Best of luck” they said to Saptak.





MOTHER
Tribute to God’s most wonderful creation-To my Mom
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Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom.

Mothers are the place where love
Emerges from the earth,
And happiness rings out like bells
In honor of our birth.



Mothers are the sun that lights
For life our inner sky,
So we may know that we are loved
And need not question why.



Mothers are the moon that shines
Upon our black despair,
So even when we weep, we know
That someone's always there.



Whatever fear, or stress, or pain
Might them to anger move,
We know that underneath the storm
We have, always, their love.





Present Opening(s)
Enjoy the snippet from Present Opening(s),One of the CHAPTERS of P.O.(PERSISTENTLY OBIDIENT)

Different stages of Arrange marriage and love marriage:

Arrange Marriage:


Marriages are made in heaven...and Arrange marriages are made in Bharat Matrimonial or The Sunday Ananda Bazaar (That’s how they claims)...At times the relatives plays an important roles bringing in their very distant relatives....and claiming to know them very well although the last telephonic conversation happened 2 years back.... Power Packed ads... bride needed for only son of Highly qualified Chartered Accountant...MBA, IIT, CFA, Also knows scuba diving...Only sister very fair, very beautiful....At times is slightly confusing whom is the ad for....Is it for the Chartered Accountant Father (who at his hearts of hearts really want to remarry and throw away the 1960’s model), or his son or his daughter.....


The Father of the bride really has a hectic job...but then it’s a question of whole life...So drilling starts...The Mother of the bride also joins... Na na! E chele cholbe Na! Sunlam Or Mama r meye ekta para r mastan r songe paliyeche (No No...This guy won’t work out at all..His uncle’s daughter fled with a local Hooligan)....And the drilling goes tougher and tougher....He is just 5’3...Ishhh Ki kalo....Naak ta beka na re.....Ema ,ei maine te ki kore ghor cholbe....The girl I mean the bride at times adds her own requirements and specifications...Bapi, Ami kintu lomba chele chara biye korbo na...Size does matter... Please Ma,Ami kono Engineer kei biye korbo....The list goes bigger and bigger...

The Father of the groom is a bit disappointed...As his son couldn’t find a proper girl by himself even at 30 years of age.... Ekta Dharosh tumi,Ekta kochi Meye ke potateo parle na.....He has in his mind....The mother of the groom has already started crying...She has already lost her son to some imaginary girl who plays JadooTona on him......Thanks to KYUN KI SAAS BHI KABHI BAHU THI....She can’t sleep at night ...But then she has to get his son married...Mukherjee Da’s wife was telling the other day.... R kotodin ....Ebar to Nakul r biye ta dao...Na hole to nostami suru korbe...je boyosh r ja...Tokhon bose bose to kadte hobe...So the search begins....Groom wanted for extremely fair, extremely beautiful, extremely calm and quiet girl,MA,Diploma in dancing( only at night clubs! ),Also knows stiching (couldn’t even stitch the first button of her Shirt,Always open).....At times the father and brother plays a big role in the ad...Father retired very well known professor of very well known college( bucks! Flowing! ) ....Brother IIT,IIM bla bla (More bucks! Flowing! )....The groom always had some secret criteria which now comes forth....She must be very fair (As Priyanka whom he proposed 11 times but no luck, Should have a very good figure (Hmm..Like Payel,the Delhi Chik who had 20 boyfeinds in just 3 years ),should be very homely ( And also shake her hips with me at Night clubs )....And so the search goes on...and on.....



The two family’s sits on the opposite sides of the table smiling (and remains smiling...always smiling)....The groom has already started liking the bride’s cousin sister....Smart glances being exchanged....Here comes the bride with the tea table in hand....A bit shaking ( God!!! The Tequila’s last night was quite strong at Tantra )... Eso Ma,Ki misti Dekhte.....The mother of the groom again crying inside....Amar chele ta por hoye gelo...I am lost...I am lost....The bride gives a blushing look to the groom…. Oh!!! Tumi!!! Bike niye Para r more dariye thakte r meye der jhari marte….Bapi r chele pelo na….. (Oh!!! It’s you….standing all the day with your bike and glaring at girls…Dad got this one for me!!!!)..still smiling….Cha ta nin na ….Ki misti (Please take the Tea…So Sweet)….The groom has already started dancing around the trees…Thanks SRK!!....



All well that ends well…So was the marriage and the reception….barring some minor incidents…The marriage hall was quite congested…The bride had too much makeup…The groom’s dhoti was about to open…The red underwear was clearly visible throughout the marriage….The Radhaballabi’s were cold…The mutton seemed too stiff…The food was not bad…Hey Man! Who is that girl...sho shweet…Don’t glare at her…She is the bride’s Kakima…Married with two kids….Some broken hearts here and there…Some optimistic hearts here and there…This is my number…Please call me…I have the full Brilliant Tutorials IIT Material…Although I am studying BCOM now…I will give it to you…O Ma! Bor ta to teko chilo biyer din..Aj eto chul kotha theke gojalo….Thanks to Habib….The mutton was second time stiff at the reception….Ambarish got a bit carried away with two pegs of Royal Stag and tried to kiss the bride’s cousin sister…She is hot Man!!!!.....all well that ends well….


Poor humans!!! It never ends!! The painful saga has just begun my friend….



And then the clock ticks 11:30…All too tired after the reception…Except for the Groom…Come on Man!!! This is the night!!....He had waited for 30 long years…Apart from the little Hanky Panky with Ruchi, that too at Nicco park….Today he wants to pump to glory….The room smells too flowery…as Ambuj Da,his elder brother has really stuffed it with flowers….Everywhere…All over the bed…..Above the bed…and the not so fitting ones,below the bed…..The bride sits a little distantly at the farthest corner of the bed….Groom fidgeting with the Ganda Fool… A bit tense atmosphere across the room…Abrupt hushing outside… Ekhono Suru koreni…R kobe korbe….Onek to boyosh holo…. The groom’s boudis too excited, trying to peep and see what’s happening inside….It’s getting late!!! Groom getting more tensed…Kokhon je suru korbo (When will I start)…Shono na,Why don’t to change your saree…It can get spoiled…Its too expensive…. Oh!!! So you want to see me naked so early….Bapiiii!!! Kar hathe tumi amay tule dile….Anger peeping out from the bride…It’s too early…Ami eto taratari suyi na…R amar Doodh r glass kothay….Tomar Ma ke boloni….Doodh na khele amar rate ghum hoy na….The bride replies back…God!!! Dooddh chai….kothay ami Doodh khabo ta na….Groom condition deteriorating…Please excuse me for today…I totally forgot to tell Mom….Tomorrow onwards everything will be perfect….Now,Can we please go to bed errr I mean to sleep…..I need to change…Bring me my bag….Tumi ektu baire jabe….What!!!! Please, I can’t go outside…All my Boudis are standing at the door I know….And I am your husband…for the next seven lives….The groom smiles …..Moron….I think it’s my seventh life with you…..The bride saying in her hearts of heart….In the mean time,the groom has reached quite close to the bride, though both in sitting position…The groom tries to play a little piano with the Bride’s fingers…She takes it away fast….The silken Sherwani has already started biting the groom so he wants to change to something simple and free flowing….I think we better change and get into something comfortable….The groom speaks up and proceed to change…without looking back…..Although a passionate desire had already grasped him…He looks at the shorts which he has been wearing the last 5 years, Picks it up but reluctantly leaves it…The idea of a old short that too in the first night won’t be too good...Shifting inside a pajama…Newly bought….As he changes, the rhythmic jingle of bangles comes to his ear….Giving a frightful square look of not getting caught, he could see her creamy back and the shoulders quickly getting draped into a night gown….The fire inside has already started raging…He feels an intense desire to kiss her..but steps back in case he sends some wrong signal of being branded as a Sex Maniac…He is so cold….At least could have at least kissed my …. The bride feels as she quickly changes…. Riju Da was far better….He use to kiss me so passionately…Why did Bapi dumped his just because he worked as a sales representative…
Both lies flat in the bed pretending to sleep….But both remains strongly awake….The groom still thinking how to start….Will I start with a kiss…or embrace her…or…or…. God!!!! When will he do something…





A special world for you and me
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.


Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold


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