Durga Pujo 2011

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Little girls are worshipped as Goddesses in Northern India, indeed in most parts of the country. Though one gets to see it most in the North (perhaps as compensation for the lousy sex ratio that their money ensures).




Whatever it be, the fact remains that this year we had our little girl, Aarini accompanying us on our pandal visits. And it was a nice experience.


What remained missing for the second year running is a glimpse of Janvi during pujas. Trust she had a good time there in Bangalore. I am hoping I can meet her again soon and the sisters can continue to love and greet each other with the same spontaneity as the first time all their life.


A few glimpses of the pujos we visited:

This pandal took the theme of the Ajanta Ellora caves and did up the whole place with eco-friendly material. Remarkable.








Dad, Daughter and Durga










Our neighbourhood pujo











Mom and Antara (our house guest as Parry likes to introduce her)













Though you can barely see whats happening on stage. I still thought its a worth putting up picture.

The play being staged is a Nazrul play whose characters are all Muslim.

A dear blogger friend Sumanto was part of the cast.



I wonder how many other communities could boast of such a feat at a event which is essentially religious in nature.

Comments

Kalyan Karmakar said…
hope Arani enjoyed the notun jamas
12:47 am, October 13, 2011
Pinku said…
more than Aarini we enjoyed seeing her in the notun jamas.... :)
1:20 pm, October 13, 2011
nsiyer said…
Pinku, I was at Kolkatta for the Pooja. Sharad Shamman is famous and I visited the twelve pandals chosen bby my company. Truly amazing. Apart from that I liked the passion of the people of Kolkatta. Thousands thronging the roads at 3/4 AM.
7:35 pm, October 15, 2011
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