It was 9:25 a.m when I managed to ascend my bed. I am too lazy to do that so early!
Putki (tiny) had started the daily chores. She was banging the utensils while cleaning them.
''Putki ! ASHTEY (slow) !!'' , shouted my mother.
It was this noise that irritated my nerves. I felt like banging the same utensils on her head.
I walked throbbing to the veranda where I knew she was.
I watched her pulling the water can in haste. I watched her thrashing the wet cloths horribly.
She was behaving unusually. She was in hurry!
I threatened her to mind the noise she was making when I observed her colourful get-up.
She wore a peacock green Saree. Her matching green bangles with a tinch of gold shined. Her vermilion 'bindi' was bigger and prominent than the other days. She pinned a nose ring. Her hairs were tied into a bun stapled with a red rose. I saw her nails polished with an absurd shade of red. She painted her feet in red-in Bengali which we call 'alta'. She wore a silver bracelet (nupur) too. The matching jewellery was making her look beautiful.
She looked adorable. She looked like a newly married bride!
Putki was only 17 when she got married to a 21 years old good for nothing kid. Soon she was pregnant and now she has a 2 year old irritating child. Her mother in law is a maid too. I often think that before getting married did she ever imagined herself to work as a maid for earning her daily bread? I mean, which lady on earth imagines that? Its so damn ridiculous!
I sat beside her and acknowledged her beautiful wear. She smiled and continued to work in haste.
As I walked past her, she asked why was I sleeping so late. Astonished me replied that's my daily schedule and she knows that. She laughed and told me about some 'Bangla-vaalaanteen dhe'.
God's gracious! I laughed till my tummy ached.
Few minutes later I saw her kiddo husband ringing his cycle's bell outside our house. I asked what the matter was. Though I knew what he was here for! I went to Putki and pinched her hard. She blushed and bid me bye.
As she sat in his cycle's carriage; she hold him by his shoulder. She sat one side two legged and caught his waist. He caressed her hands as if he meant he loved her and wont let anything happen to her. He meant she was safe till he survived. He meant even if he is incapable of affording her the happiness she desired; he wanted to see her smile. He wanted to she her happy.
I got surrounded with an ambiance full of love!
This was the occasion of saraswati puja (goddess of education). Bengali people call it a day of Bengali valentines day!
I wore a Saree and visited the nearby temple. Amidst the busy vehicles I saw troops of Saree wearing gorgeous girls and formally dressed boys. I turned nostalgic! Though I studied in a centrally run school which never celebrated any local festivals; yet the school days were lively and awesome!
The day of saraswati puja is called a non_book day! I mean you are not allowed to touch your books and disturb goddess on her single day of rest! Students submit all their books and copies to her and rest too!
Bikers had their girls stuck close. The rickshaws carried gossipping couples. The pedestrians walked hand in hand. The road side stalls were crowded with two genders. Every knook and corner was in a ratio of one is to one!
This is a 'heaven' which celebrates every occasion incredibly. Whether its a period of joy or whether its a period of pain; it does not go unreacted. People here does not isolate a single chance of enjoying from themselves. The atmosphere here is always 'out-of-the-world'. Its lively! Its great!
Putki (tiny) had started the daily chores. She was banging the utensils while cleaning them.
''Putki ! ASHTEY (slow) !!'' , shouted my mother.
It was this noise that irritated my nerves. I felt like banging the same utensils on her head.
I walked throbbing to the veranda where I knew she was.
I watched her pulling the water can in haste. I watched her thrashing the wet cloths horribly.
She was behaving unusually. She was in hurry!
I threatened her to mind the noise she was making when I observed her colourful get-up.
She wore a peacock green Saree. Her matching green bangles with a tinch of gold shined. Her vermilion 'bindi' was bigger and prominent than the other days. She pinned a nose ring. Her hairs were tied into a bun stapled with a red rose. I saw her nails polished with an absurd shade of red. She painted her feet in red-in Bengali which we call 'alta'. She wore a silver bracelet (nupur) too. The matching jewellery was making her look beautiful.
She looked adorable. She looked like a newly married bride!
Putki was only 17 when she got married to a 21 years old good for nothing kid. Soon she was pregnant and now she has a 2 year old irritating child. Her mother in law is a maid too. I often think that before getting married did she ever imagined herself to work as a maid for earning her daily bread? I mean, which lady on earth imagines that? Its so damn ridiculous!
I sat beside her and acknowledged her beautiful wear. She smiled and continued to work in haste.
As I walked past her, she asked why was I sleeping so late. Astonished me replied that's my daily schedule and she knows that. She laughed and told me about some 'Bangla-vaalaanteen dhe'.
God's gracious! I laughed till my tummy ached.
Few minutes later I saw her kiddo husband ringing his cycle's bell outside our house. I asked what the matter was. Though I knew what he was here for! I went to Putki and pinched her hard. She blushed and bid me bye.
As she sat in his cycle's carriage; she hold him by his shoulder. She sat one side two legged and caught his waist. He caressed her hands as if he meant he loved her and wont let anything happen to her. He meant she was safe till he survived. He meant even if he is incapable of affording her the happiness she desired; he wanted to see her smile. He wanted to she her happy.
I got surrounded with an ambiance full of love!
This was the occasion of saraswati puja (goddess of education). Bengali people call it a day of Bengali valentines day!
I wore a Saree and visited the nearby temple. Amidst the busy vehicles I saw troops of Saree wearing gorgeous girls and formally dressed boys. I turned nostalgic! Though I studied in a centrally run school which never celebrated any local festivals; yet the school days were lively and awesome!
The day of saraswati puja is called a non_book day! I mean you are not allowed to touch your books and disturb goddess on her single day of rest! Students submit all their books and copies to her and rest too!
Bikers had their girls stuck close. The rickshaws carried gossipping couples. The pedestrians walked hand in hand. The road side stalls were crowded with two genders. Every knook and corner was in a ratio of one is to one!
This is a 'heaven' which celebrates every occasion incredibly. Whether its a period of joy or whether its a period of pain; it does not go unreacted. People here does not isolate a single chance of enjoying from themselves. The atmosphere here is always 'out-of-the-world'. Its lively! Its great!
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