Asche Pujo

Every other person I know is in a Pujo mood. Ma is getting her blouses stitched, Baba busy collecting Fab India kurtas. Pujo committee meetings in random bong homes  are taking place every evening and luchis are being fried already in anticipation of Pujo. And to make things worse I have at least 5 people sporting Pujo related status messages. I am gonna cry, right here, right now.

I want to smell the smell Scribbler talked of in her post.

I want to buy new clothes for every day of Pujo,

I want to eat double dim and chicken er roll, kobiraji and Moghlai porota.

I want Mishmash to run about with Ishaan around the ‘pandel’ and beg me for ice creams.

I want Raj to stand amongst his old friends and their wives and talk of old times and slip out for a smoke.

I want to do PNPC with kakimas, mashis,  mad Tracer and her not all that mad, but mad nevertheless, sister, and my dearest Mooooon.

I want to bum free cha and fruit juices off kakus.

I want to stay up late night listening to local bands crooning tunelessly.

I want to check out new courting couples, quick exchange of glances, and the signs of this generation’s first courtship.

I want to wait endlessly for Bhog, and rush to get chairs for the entire friend, family and extended family group waiting to be seated.

I want to simply sit under the tree near the stalls, and listen to bachcha antakshari, and their fights.

I want to sit behind a row of kakimas and listen to them gossiping about whoever.

I want to have Radha ballabi for breakfast.

I want to rush to give pushpanjali on Ashtami.

I want to sway along with the dhaaker awaaj.

I want to see ladies in crisp fluffy new Taant er shaari.

I want to feel bad on Navami that its all ending.

I want to go hug everyone in my sight on Bijoya.

I just want to be pujo-happy.

I want to be able to see Ma, Baba on Pujo. Nothing can be worse than spending a Pujo without them. Nothing.

Jaaa…Kende Phellam. :((