My last Dussera was tainted with promises(read: false promises) that easily broke.
I am myself not really inclined towards Bengali tradition, and for that matter no other tradition either.
Respect all, but subscribe to none is my motto….. but what really irks me is when people try to follow a tradition thinking it will earn them some bias in life.. which they eventually can’t keep up with and end up breaking/dis-respecting it in a bad way.
Anyway, this time on, it was me, friends and my grandparents. Missed mom because she lives in her native place and missed dad big time as this day was his birthday too (we lost him to a heart attack 9 years ago).
Mom wanted me to offer a sweet box for the Goddessess’ Puja. I think everyone is supposed to mention their name and gotra on a slip of paper and stick it to the sweet box. They’re probably read during the offering.
I for one, don’t like to mention my name on stuff (including gifts, greeting cards etc) and I couldn’t care less about the Gotra either… so cleverly I just said “In the name of my beloved father” 🙂
Did I mention that my father too was an atheist :P, he must be frowning his eyebrows when I wrote that 😀
Nah.. just kidding. He was the first saint (calm) natured person I had ever known…. and the second is a friend living couple of continents away.
Well then, turn back and Whoa! there was loads of food, bhog, people, energy and fun!
Below are some pics for the blog readers and a full set is available on facebook here.