Dakshineshwar: A Story of beliefs,Strange Malls and the scorching Kolkata Sun

* This post was written on Saturday-any reference to ‘Today’ invariably means Saturday(11th Oct) not today *

Durga pujo is the festival of the bengalis.Its the festival of togetherness for the communism fed and Trinomool stricken simpletons of the eastern most Bengali speaking state-a state sorry to say, no one cares as much anymore.Its the time bengalis all over pack their bags and travel to Kolkata to spend a few days with their loved ones(read senile parents and relatives who just refuse to leave ‘bongobhumi’ or whatever was left of it).Part of that travel usually involves succumbing to old traditions and some needless locomotion in a weather which though counts to some 27 degrees centigrade yet feels like 36 degree centigrade because of the abysmally high relative humidity.Add to that the ever inviting face of a scorching sun and you get you own shot of a sunburn tequila ! Coming back to the needless locomotion part.Well we have a family pujo of our own-its a Kali pujo.You can do the pujo during the scheduled days of Kalipujo or you can do it on special Saturdays where a lot of factors from the Bengali almanac fall in line.Also after all major events in my family its a custom to travel to Dakhineshwar and offer our pujo to the Goddess Kali there.This time the event was the first homecoming of sonny.

Foreigners snapping religious madness while Mr. Oddball floats away...