A new city another story to tell

Well as another year is reaching its fag end. And this time you could enjoy the winter to its optimum extent . well in kolkata I couldn’t have enjoy the December’s chill that much , as that in varanasi . quite a pleasant winter afternoon this is and little drizzle of rain is just adding some glitz to the glamour .however you try you just can’t leave the temptation of the soft woolen smooth blanket caressing your every body part under whom you can get lost to an altogether different world with no nightmares to interrupt your prolonged slumber of peace . but still I gathered courage took the life threatening risk of getting up getting over this illusion and finally woke up and put on my slippers and however cold it is I love to display my heroic side and resist putting on too much of winter garments and nothing to cover my ears or head forcing a monkey. look to human face and spoiling all our struggle with the evolution part . anyways I went out to explore the city in my own way. Every city has its authenticity and so this ancient spiritual lady is also no exception.
Moreover has an unparalleled heritage adhered to her with mother Ganges providing enough support. But her people are also quite unique very much religious . generation after generation developing the same trust on her , mother ganges , and queuing in to thousand of temples without even challenging the age-old beliefs. However educated they might be still on grahan’s they are not allowed to stay outsides for long at nights. But surprisingly they are quite obedient to their parents , you may call them superstitious but they are attached to their heritage little biased but still varanasi is a large cosmopolitan.. varanasi is one gorgeous lady adhered with beautifully encrypted temples old confusing lanes , to share your loneliness or take to you to a different trance she have the ganga ghats and small boats to take you to the heart of ganges and one ghat which is never at rest always burning the smell of chandan woods taking million souls to rest and their last ashes being sacredly immersed in the ganga.. also you can find numerous priests or sadhu baba’s and their foreheads covered with ashes almost running an business but even in the freezing cold sitting almost in no clothes is enough of sacrifice but their life long fidelity towards religion couldn’t be all that fake. Coming to varanasi and ignoring the betel leaf’s existing popularity is hard to ignore. Every person chewing the pan in their own style …traffic pact roads with enough cow mata’s to block roads even if one scooter babu hit the back of a rickshaw but still they don’t shout on each other they are quite cool beside from taking tha pan from one side to another to invite in enough room to start a conversation. the hit rickshaw had already left………thus this traditional city has its own story to tell ……………………………….

A BIG FAT BENGALI WEDDING

Anybody’s life can get changed by just a minute…imagine only one minute before you were just “miss something” and the moment you completed the last phera you are “ mrs something different” as far as our practice is concerned even if we have to keep our maiden surname … it should be in bracket and that’s just the start to series of adjustments. This month only my elder sister got married. Though she is one of my maternal cousin and inspite of the existing age difference we are quite close and more than sister we are very good of friends and took enough pride in telling that she shares with me almost everything. As I was telling about the big fat Bengali wedding and to much of everybody’s surprise it was an arranged one. Quite a rare phenomenon as if in the existing scenario of our society of the cultured enough civilized and liberal middle class Bengali families.. though somethings never change girl’s side always have to be on the attention please part and extra alert to see whether each and everyone from the groom’s side including him is properly been fed or not and whether every arrangement suits their temperament … actually its our humility that we welcome our guests as god with no compromises in. the hospitability but even a single fault on the girl’s side part can raise issues which may further dealt with harsh criticisms and enough serious topic of discussions among the close relatives and in laws . relatives who apart from giving grades on the food’s quality, or the decoration of the mandap, or the bride’s makeup has one minor thing to do to bless the couple or shower them with wishes.. but they have already denoted their enough quality time in deciding what to gift the bride coz maybe the bride’s mother was generous enough to gift their daughter with the costly lao parla dinner set so their gift should be upto the mark to keep their face …or just one envelope with some green Gandhi faced notes or one big pink Gandhi imprinted note would do and with a one rupee coin extra shagun…. So see everybody has so much to do then to just attend a healthy wedding moreover if they were not properly invited , they would rethink many times whether to make it to the wedding just a mail or phone call is just pure insult and how come only postmaster could make it with the wedding card. Well this are just few some ignorable traits of a wedding but what about the important decision which just turned upside down two individual’s life and in case if its an arrange marriage I guess the responsibility is even huge but though on one advantage basis you have always your parents to blame coz they took the decision for you……………………………………