THAT UNENDING ROAD...........

As the darkness of the night unfurled, it brought in an eerie ambience signaling the chance to deliver the last words for the parting Goddess. The darkness got darker and even darker; but, the first rays of light illuminating our eyelids did not stand for that erstwhile happiness. It stood for desertion, agony and with it the painful throbbing of our hearts for Her departure. No one knew that three consequent days of utter enjoyment could end so fast and bring to us once again the life of our “extreme” routine. When, for even a split of second, the thought strikes our mind, tears fill our eyes and we give them freedom to start their journey and end in the depths of the earth.

Now as the blithely clad figures shall dart to the marquees, for their last rendezvous with the Goddess, with women frolicking with bowls of vermillion with their contemporaries, those same forms shall return with drooped shoulders toward their homes, slowly traipsing through the street; tears shall roll down their cheeks. But, those drops are of sorrow as well as of enthusiasm. They feel they have given their everything unto this organization and recline upon those pleasant memories with the Goddess, gladly waiting for their turn to come next year

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As the marquee overlooked an extravagant display of colorful and refulgent lights, quite ironically, that same pomp could not be adequately reflected before the Goddess. An acute scrutiny of its vicinity could well inform the onlookers that this year’s festival had somewhat lost its taste, unlike the erstwhile years, when one could feel and exquisitely revel in its cadence. Today, there’s an inflection, the “old” days are more or less over. What we see today is a merely a superficiality that manifests itself at the expense of lifeless, inanimate ornamentation coupled with a “happy” and forced acceptance developed as a result of continuing the tradition of always being happy in spite of a suppressed feeling of disappointment and dole. The word ‘forced’ should be keenly noticed. It insinuates the very fact of one’s natural reluctance that might arise out of the wearing away of that real suitability and that they are compelled to follow the same tradition in order to vent superficially fabricated euphoria.

But, we people, who are living here for 14 years or more, have first hand knowledge of its history. Days, months, and years have passed, but nothing has changed. We are living witnesses to its development. As a result, it is extremely a matter of shock and dismay as far as the cause of its decadence is concerned.

But for now, please, let us not look gloomy and remain cheerful and successfully enjoy “Joy Maa Durga” to its best.

AGNIVA ROYCHOWDHURY

14^TH OCTOBER, 2010

MAHA SAPTAMI.

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