Photo Essay: Durga Puja
Getting Started
First tinge of Saffron.. the 'bengal school of art' diety.
Spare her the rains.... the godesses' umbrella!
Finally... Ma Durga comes home.
Kash phule, akashe batashe! (Kash trees, an advent of autum, clear skies and Durga puja)
Getting ready.... aalpona .. especially the young ones!
Durga Pandal.... the Goddess and her family!
Sandhya aarti at Ashtumipuja.
Kumar Puja at Belur Math.. mortal incarnatioin of the Goddess
Kumai devi .... and the Godddess
Daki... Puja will never be complete without them...
The vermillion boxes... before Sindur Khela
Sindur Khela starts (Playing vermillion with Goddess Durga, the ultimate sati)
Sindur Khela
I has to end finally ... Bisharjan
Jai Ma Durga, Durgesh Nandini...
Aasche bochor aabar hobe (It will happen again next year)
Dhunuchi nach... celebrate. Devei durga is gone, long live devi Durga
Write Up: Driving crazy!!!!
A small anecdote on human perseverence.! Right Smriti?? Love u babe!! :-). Seriously. Ur entire 'driving tests' gave me so much fodder for laughter and made otherwise dull life so rangeen!!
1st test - The damn cars just too slow for me!! (What did they train u in - Ferari??)
2nd test - Shit!!! The signal plotted against me!! Suddenly went red! Just missed it! Stupid signal!! Stupid RTA! Stupid Dubai! ... (Hell why leave Shaikh Mo out too??)
3rd test - I have put on shades. Need to look more serious!! (Right!! As if that will help! ..... It dint by the way. Failed again.Hehe)
4th Test - I have taken off my shades!! The instructor could not see my eye movement! (Thanks babe, no one said in the first place that this is a fashion show!!)
5th Test - Chums!!! Got a leg cramps! U know why!!!! Damn date! (Point Noted. Just a question - was the intructor having it too?. Anyways, lets move on...)
6th Test - The instructor is a lebo! She made a pass at me. (But she dint 'pass' u right??)
7th test - (With 7 grands sunk and very lil confodence left!!) I am late. No shades. No lipstick. Bundle of nerves. I will defo fail.... starts crying. (Guess what .... she passed that day! Amen)
1st test - The damn cars just too slow for me!! (What did they train u in - Ferari??)
2nd test - Shit!!! The signal plotted against me!! Suddenly went red! Just missed it! Stupid signal!! Stupid RTA! Stupid Dubai! ... (Hell why leave Shaikh Mo out too??)
3rd test - I have put on shades. Need to look more serious!! (Right!! As if that will help! ..... It dint by the way. Failed again.Hehe)
4th Test - I have taken off my shades!! The instructor could not see my eye movement! (Thanks babe, no one said in the first place that this is a fashion show!!)
5th Test - Chums!!! Got a leg cramps! U know why!!!! Damn date! (Point Noted. Just a question - was the intructor having it too?. Anyways, lets move on...)
6th Test - The instructor is a lebo! She made a pass at me. (But she dint 'pass' u right??)
7th test - (With 7 grands sunk and very lil confodence left!!) I am late. No shades. No lipstick. Bundle of nerves. I will defo fail.... starts crying. (Guess what .... she passed that day! Amen)
Write Up: WOMENTALK
Yes, women talk. They loooovvvee talking!! Thru centuries, across ages! Thru situations, across expressions. Happnes to me too ... in fact some of the so called memorable talks in my life have been with women!! Conversations that have influenced me deeply and changed the course of my life.
Talk. Thats what ma did after the day dad's business was officially declared bankrupt!! In as few words as possible, she told me that she was depending on me and that I better prove her good. That pep talk will always influence my professional philosophy - work hard, work honest, give ur best, keep a bit of a distance, and most importantly, dont bother of the result. You climb, and let the kudos try and catch up with u. No wonder I dont have to look for an alternate superwoman in my life.
IC. She talked me into falling in love with her. Hell, she even talked me out too. Hehe. But love, feelings , music.. man that woman talked soo bloody much into my life. Sweetheart, wherever u r, keep those decibels going!!
Brishti. Actually, for her, she couldn't talk. A 2 day old baby cant. But whatever noises that 2 day old kid made me fall completely head over heels for her. A love story for life. An uncle became a dad!! Beat that.
Naani (or Didu, as we foldly say in Bengali), for talking nanaji out from thrashing me up everytime my cricket ball would raze his prized bonsai collection or because he could not concentrate on the puja or even worse, at night when the poor 70 year wud sleep, I would put snuff in his nose just to see the hapless man almost choke to dealth! Sorry Nanaji, wherever u r. Naniji, u am sure r in heaven. Thanks a lot for those talk sessions. For that and for probably being the only person who showed partiality on me over other siblings.
My bilogy teacher. Mrs Clifton. My first crush. For talking to a adoloscent confused teen and seeting things right. For introducing me to men's magazine and pornography (lateral bilogy lessons, she used to say!!). For all those long treks with she and her family. Somewhere, for shaping and moulding my life's philosophy. So much so that even now, whan am confused, its reason enuf why a particular Nainital number is always top of mind!!
If IC 'talked' me in to falling out with love, Sonia's voice made me fall headlong in love all over again. So what if it was an one way street. Even, her nasal drawl on the radio selling Mc Donalds Mc Crispy sticks also sounded so sweet. For that and for making me realize the power of love again .... Thanks!
And finally, Anubha, who taught me everything about research. Every morning will start with those evergreen words leaving her mouth.. "Saala duffer, u dont know anything!!". Thaank God I dint know. Because then, she taught me everything.
Women. They talk. Some men say women talk unnecessary. But what do men know?? Women talk of feelings and emotions, they do not hide behind their egos and false pretense like men! Their talk may simplify or confuse things, but their talk at least makes life interesting.
And what is life without that garnishing??. Then it will be all plain vanilla. I dont have to look far, just deep dive into myself and the result in obvious.
To talking and to women hood! Amen.
On second thoughts, not really. A Women!!
Talk. Thats what ma did after the day dad's business was officially declared bankrupt!! In as few words as possible, she told me that she was depending on me and that I better prove her good. That pep talk will always influence my professional philosophy - work hard, work honest, give ur best, keep a bit of a distance, and most importantly, dont bother of the result. You climb, and let the kudos try and catch up with u. No wonder I dont have to look for an alternate superwoman in my life.
IC. She talked me into falling in love with her. Hell, she even talked me out too. Hehe. But love, feelings , music.. man that woman talked soo bloody much into my life. Sweetheart, wherever u r, keep those decibels going!!
Brishti. Actually, for her, she couldn't talk. A 2 day old baby cant. But whatever noises that 2 day old kid made me fall completely head over heels for her. A love story for life. An uncle became a dad!! Beat that.
Naani (or Didu, as we foldly say in Bengali), for talking nanaji out from thrashing me up everytime my cricket ball would raze his prized bonsai collection or because he could not concentrate on the puja or even worse, at night when the poor 70 year wud sleep, I would put snuff in his nose just to see the hapless man almost choke to dealth! Sorry Nanaji, wherever u r. Naniji, u am sure r in heaven. Thanks a lot for those talk sessions. For that and for probably being the only person who showed partiality on me over other siblings.
My bilogy teacher. Mrs Clifton. My first crush. For talking to a adoloscent confused teen and seeting things right. For introducing me to men's magazine and pornography (lateral bilogy lessons, she used to say!!). For all those long treks with she and her family. Somewhere, for shaping and moulding my life's philosophy. So much so that even now, whan am confused, its reason enuf why a particular Nainital number is always top of mind!!
If IC 'talked' me in to falling out with love, Sonia's voice made me fall headlong in love all over again. So what if it was an one way street. Even, her nasal drawl on the radio selling Mc Donalds Mc Crispy sticks also sounded so sweet. For that and for making me realize the power of love again .... Thanks!
And finally, Anubha, who taught me everything about research. Every morning will start with those evergreen words leaving her mouth.. "Saala duffer, u dont know anything!!". Thaank God I dint know. Because then, she taught me everything.
Women. They talk. Some men say women talk unnecessary. But what do men know?? Women talk of feelings and emotions, they do not hide behind their egos and false pretense like men! Their talk may simplify or confuse things, but their talk at least makes life interesting.
And what is life without that garnishing??. Then it will be all plain vanilla. I dont have to look far, just deep dive into myself and the result in obvious.
To talking and to women hood! Amen.
On second thoughts, not really. A Women!!
Photo Essay: Whozzzz that girl????????
Only one woman to match him!
Reminds me of someone.. same posture, grace and style! (No, am not being sarky!!) . And same curves!!
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C'mom, hazard a guess? Who could it be??
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Ok... heres a clue! Apart from the physical proximities, both are aligned mentally! Complete nuts! (eg turcoat vegetareans). Aaya samajhme?
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One is a head turner in Hollywood Boulevard! The other in Media City Dubai...
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Sizzlin hot! Babe supreme.. the one and only (Mrs) Singh!
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What a combo, na? :-)
Reminds me of someone.. same posture, grace and style! (No, am not being sarky!!) . And same curves!!
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.
C'mom, hazard a guess? Who could it be??
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Ok... heres a clue! Apart from the physical proximities, both are aligned mentally! Complete nuts! (eg turcoat vegetareans). Aaya samajhme?
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One is a head turner in Hollywood Boulevard! The other in Media City Dubai...
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Sizzlin hot! Babe supreme.. the one and only (Mrs) Singh!
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What a combo, na? :-)
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