An Outsider’s Perspective: Durga Pujo
Before
I begin this article, here is the much-needed admission; I am a non-Bengali who
happen to stay in this part of the country. I have stayed at hinterland of
Bengal, been to its small town and cities and I have also lived at Kolkata, the
city that means the world to many Bengalis. I have always been amazed by this place
and its people and in this festive season I cannot resist writing about Pujo,
an event that makes the most lasting impression on any non-Bengali.
Durga
Pujo or let me be correct technically, Pujo is an event that Bengalis wait for
entire year. A year can be divided in two parts, ten-twelve days
of Pujo and days which will lead to that. All events
are also described as if they happened before Pujo or after. If you
realise that crowds have multiplied many times in the market, it is taking
infinitely long time for the tailor to stich your suit and queue at the
hairdresser and services/discounts that she/he is offering has increased, Pujo
is coming.
Human creativity can be seen at best during
Pujo. Every year you get amazed by the creativity of Pujo pandals and the world
they capture in it, and again next time year you find pandals have surpassed what
they achieved a year ago. Somewhere there are Angkorvat temples, at other place
kingdom of Mahismati from Bahubali movie has been created and at another pandal
you are inside an aquarium with beautiful aquatic animals surrounding you.
More
than the pandal, you get impressed by the Durga idol, or Thakur. One has to
love goddess from all heart to imagine her in various moods/colours. The innovativeness
of Thakur has to be seen by one’s own eyes to be believed. People wait in queue
for hours to visit these pandals and the city comes to life for the whole night.
The
uniqueness of the Pujo also lies in the fact that it is festival that you
celebrate with community. Lakhs of small neighbourhood Pujos are celebrated and
you see the spirit of community in it. For days, everyone eats together from a common
kitchen. For many it may come as a surprise that fish and meat often form a
part of the Bhog, which is a complete meal in itself and occasional boozing is
not frowned upon. Women of the family manage Kitchen and organise events/competitions
and kids have a blast. Men sit together chit chatting, watching and coordinating
and there is dance and music all around. Bengalis are also rich culturally and Pujo
festivities is a reminder to that. Everyone can either sing, dance or recite. People
of all religion staying in the neighbourhood participate in the Pujo and join
hands in organising it.
If
you still find it difficult to get a feel of it, imagine a wedding of your
close relative where all of your friends and family gather. You meet people
with whom you grew up and catch up with everything that happened during this
time. Women of the house dress in their best clothes and jewellery and kids run
riot with distant cousins. Entire neighbourhood becomes a big family during
that time and those three four days are complete bliss to be remembered for a lifetime.
Now swallow it, Bengalis get to celebrate that same wedding every single year.
Bengali
women are more liberated than their counterparts in many other parts of the
country and you can sense it with their involvement in Pujo. They look stunning
in their sarees which they drape with élan and elegance. Everyone is in their
best dresses and people get different new attires for different days. After Pujos,
it is an uphill task for many to back to their mundane lives, something of the
sort that we felt when schools opened after summer holidays.
I
always missed not being a part of this from the other side, the manner in which
a person born and brought up in Bengal would have been involved and enjoyed. For
the time being, I am content at being fortunate enough to be in Bengal all this
time and breathe in Pujo festivities that go around!