Durga Pujo

Pujo manei pujor kodin porashuno bondho
Pujo manei shat shokale shiuliphuler gondho
Pujo manei shondhyebela thakur dekhar bheer
Hoichoi aar utshobete chardeek awsthir

Pujo manei patshalate bajlo chhutir ghonta
Pujo elei chhelebelay paliye phere monta
Pujo manei ma duggar ahsur nidhon pala
Anjali aar proshad petam pujor dupurbela

Pujo manei notun jama notun notun shaaj
Alpona aar thakurdalan daaker shaajer kaaj
Pujo manei mahalaya kashphule math shada
Pujo manei aponjoner tane poruk badha

Pujo maei shagor pahar ekchhutetei paari
Shwapne kokhon pouchhe jetam meghbhashano baari
Pujo manei dhaker baddi,pujor bishorjon
Ahchhe bochhor abar esho monkharaper mon …

Aajke pujo onyorokom onnobhabe ashe
Bhorer bela shishir pore? shiuli gondho bhashe…?
Hoyto ashe... hoyto shobai bodle gechhi aaj
Bohumulya shomoy ekhon aamader shobar bheeshon kaaj …

Bhalo theko bondhura shob bondhu thakuk mone
Pujor dine chhelebela abar poruk mone ...

This is a fwd a friend sent me 2 days before pujo. I am sure all bengalis can relate to at least a part of this and I am no exception!
I wonder what nostalgia will the next generation have of these festivals ... will it only be about mad shopping sprees and some hectic socializing.

Tum Bin ...

Tum bin jiya jaye kaise…Kaise jiya jaaye tum bin

He is thousands of miles away and I feel his absence as I go about my daily routine. I think of posting something romantic and poignant about my longing but then I pause and catch my breath as I realize that I don't really miss him.

Yes, I miss not being able to reach out and touch him and I miss seeing his frown and smile, I miss the romping of my two men but that is where the overflow of emotions end.

I seem to communicate more with him now. Though we are miles apart, we make time for each other by mailing, chatting or just calling up every day. This time is completely ‘ours’. I sit in my room alone and talk to him and that is something that doesn’t happen often when he is here.

I remember a time when we waited for each others letters that were written late in the nights. Our feelings of love and longing would reach the other person at least a week later. Now, in this age of instant communication I can ask him anything… anytime, even an innocuous query about bill payments and investment papers.

In this connected wired world, where is the chance to pine for anyone!
Phone calls, Email, Chatting, Webcams, Skype … we are so ‘in touch’ all the time.

Am I just a jaded wife or has the world really become smaller ... I wonder.

Dancing Water

A starlit night … a beautiful musical fountain … hand in hand with someone … the world seems to fade away … as we sit watching the musical fountain at Brindavan Garden.

The entire family had gone to see the spectacle but for a moment it felt as if there was no one with us … he was the one who showed me the stars overhead as we sat mesmerized by the dancing water … a romantic and special moment shared with the love of my life, my 4-year-old son.