Strengths of all mothers
in this universe were combined
together to create Maa Durga.
I guess, I am the latest entrant in the long list of avid readers on twitter. Yes, apart from being an active twitter user and before publishing another tweet out there, I too am a reader. As I continued with my journey of reading, I came across this little piece by Ronita. Titled ‘Bijoya Doshomir Chithi’ meaning ‘A letter on account of Bijoya Dashami’, Ronita left me with intense longing for Kolkata again. She wrote and I quote:
BIJOYA DOSHOMIR CHITHI
Bijoya Doshomi is a testimony
that evil may celebrate
a momentary win but the victory
belongs to the one who has
the courage, powered by truth.
Debi Durga comes to visit us every year
to remind us that, we have ten hands
to fight all evils around us.
She is a symbol of limitless.
May you win over your own limits.
Choto der bhalobasha,
Guru jon der pranaam
Ebong bondhooder janai
Sharodiya priti o subeccha.
Iti, Ronita
Words, which instantly struck an emotional chord and will not fade out too easily from my mind; our minds. Simple lines but so rich in feelings. These feelings will continue to run deep in this system of a so called Probashi Bengali.
Ronita’s words also remind me of the climax of Sujoy Ghosh’s startlingly original climax of Kahaani, when Amitabh Bachchan’s baritone voice echoes:
Sometimes even Gods end up committing mistakes of grave nature. Gods themselves created the demons; gave them power. And, when these demons started misusing the same power, Gods created Maa Durga; to put an end to the blood-soaked reign of these demons. It’s said, strengths of all mothers in this universe were combined together to create Maa Durga. Every year Maa comes home. She puts an end to all the sins of this world, and then returns to her divine abode in the skies. So that we can continue living happily, peacefully without any fear in our minds.
This year too, Maa Durga came and she left. She made sure that she liberates this earth of all the sins. But she left behind an evening of unfinished conversations, discontinued journeys and yet to be written stories. Another twelve months of an incessant wait might sound frustrating. But then the many avatars of Maa Durga started giggling joyously. The Sindoor Khela had just commenced. Even though, the moment is not too joyous, these women, draped in red bordered white saris have come out in large numbers to announce the victory of this year.
And, I bow down to touch my mother’s feet. She moves back saying – Son, I am wearing a chappal.
I smile at her and tell her – Your feet are where my Universe is Maa.
She smiles and I see an idol of Maa Durga slowly being immersed in the waters of Holy Ganges. And I also hear the crowd announce – Ashchhe Bochhor Aabar Hobe (Coming year this will continue in the same manner).
The evening takes over. Clouds clash with each other. Rains descend. The electricity supply goes off. The electric supply is restored. The WiFi jumps into action; a message on WhatsApp makes me smile; it reads – SHUBHO BIJOYA (meaning Positive Victory).
Note: Picture courtesy - Google.
- Virtuous Vociferous | October 09 | October Blog-2 | Never Settle | 2019
in this universe were combined
together to create Maa Durga.
I guess, I am the latest entrant in the long list of avid readers on twitter. Yes, apart from being an active twitter user and before publishing another tweet out there, I too am a reader. As I continued with my journey of reading, I came across this little piece by Ronita. Titled ‘Bijoya Doshomir Chithi’ meaning ‘A letter on account of Bijoya Dashami’, Ronita left me with intense longing for Kolkata again. She wrote and I quote:
BIJOYA DOSHOMIR CHITHI
Bijoya Doshomi is a testimony
that evil may celebrate
a momentary win but the victory
belongs to the one who has
the courage, powered by truth.
Debi Durga comes to visit us every year
to remind us that, we have ten hands
to fight all evils around us.
She is a symbol of limitless.
May you win over your own limits.
Choto der bhalobasha,
Guru jon der pranaam
Ebong bondhooder janai
Sharodiya priti o subeccha.
Iti, Ronita
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| The ritual to bid adieu to Maa Durga |
Words, which instantly struck an emotional chord and will not fade out too easily from my mind; our minds. Simple lines but so rich in feelings. These feelings will continue to run deep in this system of a so called Probashi Bengali.
Ronita’s words also remind me of the climax of Sujoy Ghosh’s startlingly original climax of Kahaani, when Amitabh Bachchan’s baritone voice echoes:
Sometimes even Gods end up committing mistakes of grave nature. Gods themselves created the demons; gave them power. And, when these demons started misusing the same power, Gods created Maa Durga; to put an end to the blood-soaked reign of these demons. It’s said, strengths of all mothers in this universe were combined together to create Maa Durga. Every year Maa comes home. She puts an end to all the sins of this world, and then returns to her divine abode in the skies. So that we can continue living happily, peacefully without any fear in our minds.
This year too, Maa Durga came and she left. She made sure that she liberates this earth of all the sins. But she left behind an evening of unfinished conversations, discontinued journeys and yet to be written stories. Another twelve months of an incessant wait might sound frustrating. But then the many avatars of Maa Durga started giggling joyously. The Sindoor Khela had just commenced. Even though, the moment is not too joyous, these women, draped in red bordered white saris have come out in large numbers to announce the victory of this year.
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| Sindoor Khela |
And, I bow down to touch my mother’s feet. She moves back saying – Son, I am wearing a chappal.
I smile at her and tell her – Your feet are where my Universe is Maa.
She smiles and I see an idol of Maa Durga slowly being immersed in the waters of Holy Ganges. And I also hear the crowd announce – Ashchhe Bochhor Aabar Hobe (Coming year this will continue in the same manner).
The evening takes over. Clouds clash with each other. Rains descend. The electricity supply goes off. The electric supply is restored. The WiFi jumps into action; a message on WhatsApp makes me smile; it reads – SHUBHO BIJOYA (meaning Positive Victory).
Note: Picture courtesy - Google.
- Virtuous Vociferous | October 09 | October Blog-2 | Never Settle | 2019
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