a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Today is Mahalaya. The invoking of life in the idol of Goddess Durga. The beginning of what will be an entire week, followed by a hangover of a month of festivities. Today is the one day when almost everyone is awake at the break of dawn. Probably the only day when the people of Bengal tune into AIR to listen to Mahisashur Mardini by Birendra Krishna Bhadra and quietly hum … Continue reading “Almost Pujo” →
India is a land of diversity. I often find myself explaining to people how diverse we actually are. Out of the multitude of languages, cultures, religions and beliefs, what interests me most is how we are able to maintain our secularist nature. For over years, countries have fought over a religion or two. We have over 35,000 gods in the Hinduism sect. The magnitude of the coexistence is indeed … Continue reading “The Elusive Divine” →