Take 4 - Rita Sinha
My childhood memories of Durga Puja starts and ends in the
small Durga Puja pandal of Unit 4 AG Colony.
My unforgettable memories of Durga Puja start with Baba
taking us to a gents’ tailor in Unit 4 market for tailoring our dresses. I
liked the bell bottom pants and (Neetu Singh's) elephant-ear sleeves. The
number of inches of bell bottom flares obviously reduced after delivery due to my
mother’s conspiracy.
Now, comes the most awaited days of Durga Puja. My nostalgic
memories of Durga Puja are Durga Ma, partially hidden in the aroma-mixed jhuna
smoke during aartis, the huge lotus
garland around her neck, her long black hair, the sound of Dhak, the khichidi
bhog blended with a unique puja mixed flavour, the Dhunuchi dance after sandhya
aarti, the sindoor khela..... etc. (I can
add the numbers non-stop).
Other amusements included the small mela where I think
world's best lemonade, lembu khatta ice cream, sonpapri, chat and dahibara used
to wait for me. The world's best cinema theatre
used to come to is in an open space under the sky with a biiiig white screen tied to
two long bamboo pillars with a projector.
I once got a chance to watch 'Awara' for one hour. (The screen name of
the heroine, Rita, attracted me more!)
On the day of Ashtami, tasty, tasty curries and non-veg
items were cooked by Ma at home. But my mind was always in the khichdi bhog of
the pandal.
Gradually comes the day of Dussehra. Ma used to spend the
day preparing coconut laddu, sondesh, nimki, khaja, and ghugni. Didi and I were
appointed as assistants in nimki cutting.
Finally, comes the pathetic day of Bisarjan when I used to literally cry .
Last but not the least, came the time to rest. This
particular time my sisters and I used to get fever all at the same time. Ma and
Baba's scolding used to work more than medicines here.
After all this fun, was the most disliked memory: the school opening.
Friends, we all are witnesses of all the changes in the
world from the past decades to till today. So enjoy every moment of your day.
You will never get back the day you have already spent. We can again write a
story after decades about this day.
Beautifully recounted.
ReplyDeleteYou must write more often. You have the flair.
Thank you. I am inspired by your comment. But I am a lazy fellow.
DeleteNice! I liked AG colony Puja. It was my gupchup stop.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Rita.
ReplyDeleteThose special food items mentioned are tempting even today
ReplyDeleteA very good recount. Liked it.
ReplyDeleteRita - what a lovely memory!! Those bell bottom pants! And elephant-ear sleeves - oh my God - I laughed so much!! You need to write more for us!
ReplyDeleteLoved your recount Rita, read it twice over because you took me back to the good old days of simple fun- going to the tailor, getting a different outcome from what you had specified, the nimkis, and best of all the heart longing to soak in the jhuna essence all over again ...
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