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Pujor dinguli…

Shoshti…
The smell of new tailor-stitched jama; running around in the pandal with a gang of friends, bursting rollcaps. Spending pocket money on cheap lozenges.

Saptami…
Adolescence. Cracked voice. Wearing the first pair of jeans. And North Star sneakers. Egg rolls and Gold Spot. Furtive glances at girls…

Ashtami...
Pandal-hopping (how I hate the word) with college crowd. Loud, risque jokes. Cigarettes. Yapping till the wee hours.

Nabami…
French leave. Pujas in philistine Delhi. Thakur dekha. Bhog khawa. Anjan at CR Park. Feel strangely youthful. A bottle of Old Monk and the close circle. Reminiscences.

Dashami…
Aashchey bochor abar hobe!

Comments

Tridib said…
Great post. Very evocative!
12:17 PM
Anonymous said…
Good, Fool.
Really miss Shoshti, Saptami and Ashtami...
But then again, nothing can take away the essence of Durga Pujo. Shubho Bijoya to you and all the readers of this post...
6:45 AM
J. Alfred Prufrock said…
Good to see that nostalgia hits you too.
And brings forth such a tersely evocative post. The smell of notun jama, indeed.

Also good to see that somebody else in the blogosphere lived in the era of North Star sneakers (and quizzes!)

J.A.P.
3:24 AM
Rimi said…
hey JAP, cut that out! people still interested in quizzes here, okay?

fool, hi there! listen, there is blog we've set up here: http://wewereallthereonce.blogspot.com/ and i'd love it of you give me the permission to post this article there. may i, please?

rimi.
10:29 AM
thorswheels said…
Tridib: Thanks
Hyacinth: Shubho Bijoya to you too
J.A.P: Remember Neil O' Brien's quiz coloumns in Sunday Telegraph Magazine? Much before Graffiti and its personality driven TRPs!
Rimi: Sure, and thanks.
7:26 AM
Anonymous said…
ballroom someone adverbs havent nicholson carrots gilding laser classical smith tarnishing
lolikneri havaqatsu
6:45 AM
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