On DP....

A myriad of thoughts are running through my head as I sit to write this down. DP 2010 just ended. A li'l birdie said Calcutta is like an addictive intoxicant. Looking back at Pujo over the last decade I have to say I agree. Most of the fondest memories, most of those unforgettable moments which remain embedded in our minds like photographs have occurred during these four days of revelry. When people, irrespective of who they are and what social status they belong to, take to the streets to experience the thrill that is Pujo. When the crowd in front of the pandals are paralleled only by the throngs of expectant people in front restaurants (permanent, makeshift or otherwise). Every year for four days, Kolkata goes from being just a city to being a celebration. Of the goodess, of good over evil. Of life.

As usual on Doshomi, I got nostalgic, introspective. And I realised that I've been through quite a few pujos. And each one has these memories. Memories which define not only the Pujo of that year, but in a certain way, the year itself. 2001 was when I went on an expedition organised by school to judge the pujos. Puja Utkarsha Samman, I believe is what it was called. 2003 was the year we played at this complex in Lake Gardens and was my first time playing guitar on stage with a band. 2005 was the first time I hung out out with people who have since become almost family. I actually have quite a few fond memories of that pujo. Kaan dhore taanle matha ashe. Rommo would know.

2007. Gig at Andy's. St. Xaviers. Leather dude at Maddox. Gandhi.

Eight was about Mani Square, 104.8 fm. Stolen food. Ha!

2009 was special. MAAAA! is all I have to say about that year.

So as DP 2010 comes to an end, I feel the usual pangs of saying goodbye to Her. And the joy she brings. And I realise once again how the circle of life has this strange way to even the playing field. And how everything is changing. And how that change affects us.

Aashche bochor abaar hobe.