Poila Baisakh has come a long way. From being a “common” essay in exams, to a blog post. From home cooked malaikari to Bhojohori. From Satyajit Ray to Jungle Book (3D).
Ever since I remember, though, the reason behind celebrating another new year was never quite clear to me. Doesn’t mean I was complaining though! And why should I? When it meant another holiday at school, new clothes to wear, and to top it all- lots of cold drinks and sweets from all the neighborhood shops that I managed to visit with my grandma. And new calendars- which inevitably found their way to some wall or the other, because they had the holidays marked in red. Specially the Pujas, which meant more holidays, and more new clothes!
Then came college. It meant another excuse to ask her out on a date. With full battle-gear on (read new Panjabis). Girls dig that. Big time. Lunch at Bhojohori, with some movie in the evening. A long time time to spend together. Oh! Should not forget the pranam in the morning to my elders. Which provided me with the extra money to spend in the later part of the day.
Then came office. Long discusions on possible holiday destinations/ night outs. If only our pockets were as big as the plans we manage to spin, such trips definitely would have materialized. So I inevitably find myself in the long queues outside sweet shops to get hold of that hot packet of kochuris and jalebis- atleast keep the tummy happy. And the way to a happy mind is always through the stomach.
And yes! The build up to the new year- Chaitra Sale. For those who aren’t aware what that means- it just reads Shopping, shopping and more shopping. Toiling for hours in the sweltering heat on the shops in Gariahat and New Market. Places that don’t offer the luxury of bargaining aren’t so much fun. It’s an art that the ladies have perfected over the ages, and should be always put to good use. The unwilling men can always watch their IPL. Provided they are generous with the compensation for missing out on ‘quality time together’.
So again we are back to the same dilemma- what is the need for another new year celebration ? Just an excuse to buy ethnic fabrics and flaunt them, ignoring the forty plus temperatures?
These are just threads in our fabric of life- woven over days and years. Things that keep us tied,albeit loosely to our roots, that we often forget in our present suited-to-our-needs lives. If your Panjabi loses that one thread, it doesn’t remain that perfect dress you are so proud of, does it ?
(Archya, in his own words, is the trying-to-be-global bangali babu, who is attempting to carve out a niche for himself in blogosphere, having had mixed results in Medicine Practice. In short, a struggling artist.
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