Asura-the demon and my toddler 

Twenty plus years ago, I stopped Durga puja pandal hopping. Probably because I felt that I was grown up enough to decide what I wanted to do and what I would want to stop doing. Until then, every year Baba and I along with his colleague and his daughter, my best friend then would get on to two pedal rickshaws and cover maximum of my hometowns pujas over a span of three noons- saptami, ashtami and navami. By the time we returned home, it would be late evening and we would still be all enthusiastically dress up to sit and assess the crowd coming to see our para pujo. With time, even sitting outside para (our lane) pandal stopped. Then 10th boards happened followed by 12th. Amidst all the pressure of studies, choosing a career and moving out for higher studies, I indeed grew up.
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The nostaligia associated with Anandamela Pujabarshiki

Written on 5th September, 2017

Last week at Dad’s place,I was pleasantly surprised to see my annual copy of Anandamela Pujabarshiki gift wrapped. It felt so emotional to see three decades of this tradition continuing this year as well.
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#Whamandme #teenagememories

Written on 28th December, 2016

Two days  back I woke up to the sad news of George Michael passing away. With a 15 month old hyper active toddler my days now seem to pass like a movie in fast forward mode on a daily repeat mode. But this news took me back to the lane of nostalgia. Born and brought up in a small town of Bengal, the first exposure to cable tv was when my dad despite all advice against it,decided to get the connection early on. I was in class 5 then and although the channels would work only post 2 pm and show a lot of Dara Singh s movies,I didn’t spare a chance to show off my newly acquired possession.
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