Sharod shubhechchha... from Hyderabad

The beats, the scent, the words, the sight… all enamoring with the strange sense of familiarity… a sensual trailer of the place I call home… Kolkata.

It was Navami yesterday and my parents who were in town decided to adventure in the search of Bengali Puja celebrations and needless to say I was dragged along. We were lucky enough to find couple of places where such celebrations were being held but not before a disproportionate amount of confusing detours. From Bengali book stores to Anandabazaar Patrika’s stalls, they were all there. The Bengalis had found a way to curve a niche for themselves in the high-tech city of Hyderabad. It was in a way fascinating to see so many ‘bongs’ congregated within the same precincts... all strangers and yet did not feel so.

It felt nice to rejuvenate the Bengali feeling yesterday but don’t ask my dad because you will end up hearing about it in way more detail than you may have bargained for! ;)