Durga Puja 2020

I had my trepidations about Durga Puja celebrations this year. Since the day 1 of lockdown I had been sick to my stomach thinking about a pujo-less year; or worse, an infection spike in West Bengal because Bengalis are infamous for doing self-destructive stupid shit. But somehow Calcutta HC came to the rescue and the whole 'no entry' order saved us all from an inevitable suicide mission.

Despite and besides the usual threats of covid this year's pujo went surprisingly well for me. A million times better than last year. Or even the year before that. It was a peaceful yet happy pujo this year. After months of isolation it felt good to be back home, spend time with family and friends. And as earth-shattering and path-breaking my last three years have been, this little ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds after one long shitstorm does feel good. Touch-fucking-wood. I have indeed come a long way. And slayed quite a number of asuras of my own in this journey.

Visiting pandals was forbidden this year so I mostly stuck to my yearly tradition of seeing some local pujas with mum. And of course there was meet-ups. Long hugs, unabashed laughter, heart to heart chats over food and drinks after long separation not just owing to a Chinese virus but many other toxic obstacles. People can be deadlier than virus, apparently.

Meeting my friend A was definitely the highlight of this puja. Since last year it was getting hindered thanks to some Mahishasur/Ravana pestilent of our own. But it was worth the wait. I don't think I had felt this at home with anyone in a long long long time. And this is only the beginning of our adventure series I sincerely hope. Opening was a smash hit.

However, my puja celebrations are not exactly over yet. A couple of friends (my other friend A) are coming next week and I can't wait to see them. Until then, 

Shubho Bijoya and Happy Dussera to everyone. May the good become triumphant over evil.