"KOLKATA" Calling
"Facebook" it is no more a socializing platform or an application, its a part of life. During a random scrolling through my home page early this morning, something that really depressed me is "Durga Puja". Now, being a bong, how can Durga Puja be depressing for me?????
Yes, there is a set of young bongs, who being crushed under the Socio- Political turmoils, bearing the baggage of career and dreams has sailed away from the City of Joy with tears in their eyes. And, somehow the Durgotsav hype has failed to reach South.
I am one of those home-away, yet home-sick Bangalis who on this auspicious day of Chaturthi is trying to quest those fluffy clouds, those Kans grass, the hide and seek among light and shadows and those "dhanker beats" but all in vain. Being a Management student my day starts with Philip Kotler and ends with Seth Godin with background score of "Mahisasurmordini" playing on YouTube. My heart beats in an aptitude class but floats in the crowd flood of Santosh Mitra Square. While the small chitchats in my hostel room brings smile on my face, the echoes of Maddox Square plays in my head.
My stay away from home has made me a confident, independent person, much ready to pursue my dreams but something which has been distorted are those delicate threads of mine with my city. I hear those "Kolkata Callings" but I have learnt to ignore them. Or wait! Am i just pretending to ignore them? Because this Bong heart is irreplaceable, it still dwells in the streets of Ahiritola, in the lights of Suruchi Sangha, in the spices of puchka and in the eyes of "Maa Durga".
All thanks to "Oh! Calcutta" Sharodia special "Homecoming during Durga puja" advertisement to narrate our lives in 9 minutes 31 seconds.

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