Vedatrayee reminisces about Durga Puja and tells us what it means to her, in the special feature, exclusively in Different Truths.

I am not very good with dates. So unlike any Bengali, I have no record of when Durga Puja is at the start of the year. But I have some ways, I like to call them my ways, of comprehending the arrival of the favourite vacation of West Bengal.

The cool breeze that tingles the sweat-ridden hair amidst a blazing afternoon sun brings in a sudden flow of feeling good. The ever-dark Dharamtala bus stand is flooded with the brightest of lights. The smell of new paint, clean pavements, and transport. The sense of relief after a strenuous working day a few more days to vacation’. All these tell me ‘Maa is coming.

Ask any Bengali, hard-core or not, about Mahalaya, and you will find an instant rush of energy pumped to their eyes. That is what is believed to be the beginning of a 5-day journey of emotions. But Puja starts way before that, with the ‘marketing’ and dining out with an uncountable number of shopping bags. It starts when one Puja ends, and a 365-day-long wait begins, a wait that keeps all the reunions and homecomings alive. For me, the ‘Pujo aschche’ (Puja is around the corner) phase is much more celebrated than the puja days itself. The sentimental creature I am, the puja days eventually fill me with an inexplicable sense of nothingness. Those five days are my ‘do anything and everything, literally.

With the passing years and increasing workload, I have always expected myself to lose the energy to enjoy Puja – go out, pandal hop, party hard, meet friends, etc. Each year, I decided to stay home and nap or lay on my bed looking at the ceiling with an almost vacant mind. But somehow, and believe me, I don’t know how I found my way back to my childhood years; when celebrating Puja was a necessity, the only thing to be worried about was the ‘Puja holiday homework’ (read penal torture). I manage to find my way back. And that is what matters to me.

I realise each year, every time, that worship, although shown to be the hue and cry it is like the actor on stage. The director behind the curtain is a celebration of togetherness. That is what people long for. That is what I long for. A reunion with my yesteryears. If ‘bosonto’ (spring) gives Kolkata ‘prem‘ (affairs), ‘shorot‘ (autumn) renders ‘bhalobasha‘ (love).

Durga Puja is, thus, Kolkata’s autumn love.

Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths

Vedatrayee Dutta

A young lawyer by profession from The City of Joy, Vedatrayee is currently pursuing LLM from Calcutta University. She is a Bharatanatyam danseuse who has won a number of prestigious awards and performed in several National Festivals and Competitions throughout the country. Another passion that stirs her from deep within is the welfare of street and abandoned animals. She volunteers for a sociocultural endeavor, Swatantra, striving for the social, cultural and behavioral empowerment of the population.

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