I'm back at my favourite pastime again after a month. Reading, blogging, daydreaming and generally doing nothing. And as for what i was doing- dont even ask. Once in a while one needs to go in for value addition to boost up your job prospects. I dont know how much it boosted up mine but i did get to meet a lot of people and lots of ideas for characters in my next novel. Meanwhile Durga puja came and went. I managed to sneak into some good musical performances of my favourite singing stars from Calcutta. Rupanka was great with his air guitar as usual, Shilajit entertained with his earthy, sensitive lyrics and Babul Supriyo threw tantrums before he settled down to some good numbers.
And everything was as usual during the four day pujas. Young men tried to spot hot chicks, girls preened and hoped their dress was noticed, women wore uncomfortable starchy new saris and children had a gala time. The majority however were only interested in the free lunches, the community food served there. The sheer population of Bengalis in Delhi boggled my mind. The crowds at New Delhi Kali bari just poured and poured in like armies of ants. Several possible disasters came to my mind but i guess India's guardian angel was watching. The more i think of it, the more i believe, that it is he/she that needs to be worshipped. Where would any of us be without our guardian angel?
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