It’s Durga Pooja, day eight, here in Bengal (and other places where they worship the Goddess, but mostly Bengal) and I managed to grab a few photos. No reason.
I’m not gonna do my usual ranty bit today, because Holy Moly, this ish is insane. I’m talking about the pandals. That actually were – for the lack of a better word – amazing.
So my hometown is tiny. I was born in Kolkata and I love the city, but come this time of the year, and I have to go home. I mostly just sleep and stuff myself, to be honest, because like I said earlier, I hate crowded places. But Dad and I always make it a point to go see all the pandals at like, six in the morning. Totally avoiding a lot of people and most importantly, the heat.
So this was the first one that we saw.
On closer inspection, you can see that every detail is hand crafted, from jute. And ropes. What?!
The next one that caught my eye? This one. This is pretty interesting because, everything you see here? It’s all made of this tree and its fruit and leaves and whatever. Like I said, insane!
A closer look at the details. They stuck these little shells and stuff and the whole process took more than a month. Now this makes me so mad because this is actually art. This is craftsmanship and nobody ever, ever appreciates it. (While stupid brush strokes across a blank sheet of canvas sell for billions and billions of dollars. I’m not saying we gotta sell this kinda craft. I’m talking of preserving.)
Once the Pujas are over, they’re gonna take down the entire thing. I wish they’d just leave them be. Maybe I’m crazy for saying this, but I really do.