Sunday, September 27, 2009
Pandal hopping for 6 hours. Till we almost plonked on the road exhausted. But such sights!
Let me list the top 10 in my order of not so much to most favourite. Labelling may be a bit awry, since we saw 60 pandals in just South Kolkata and after a while they were all getting mixed up.
Also, note that these are all recently built structures - with thermocol or cardboard - its hard to believe looking at them.
6. Jodhpur Park
An old colonial villa made of thermocol and cardboard.
Replica of Kalighat. Again made of thermocol.
4. Hindustan Park
Theme: Pencha (Owl) is Durga. I quite liked it, although most had a problem with the idol.
Lovely glass dome, lovelier pagan Goddess.
This old house is completely made of thermocol. The idol so lifelike - in imitation of Kumari Puja.
The absolute best of the lot we hopped. Only complaint - the interior should have been well lit for snaps.
Phew! My arms and legs are so ready to drop off. But totally worth it.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
At home for Durga Puja after close to six year. No city, despite best attempts by Bengali immigrants, can replicate what Kolkata is in these ten days. The sweat sticking on the fair backs of Kakimas on their relentless walks by saree shops, half dug roads with bamboo fences (drawing many curses from dad), music of the dhakis, incense, yells, sweet smell of shiuli.
We started by celebrating Satyanarayan Puja at home. Time for some early morning chores, sweets and our favourite Shinni. As every year, we spent sometime wondering why we do not make Shinni an everyday affair.
Now for the mandatory afternoon siesta. Pictures still, more to come.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
A story simple enough. Julius Caesar is dead leaving his legacy to nephew Octavian, to be called the new caesar, pretty, effeminate, young, who everyone has written off. The Roman world is divided into three regions governed by the three Triumvirs - Marcus Antonius, Lepidus, Caesar Octavianus. In comes Egypt's queen Cleopatra obsessed with attaining world power for her son by Julius Caesar - Ceasarion. In order to do this she seduces Mark Antony. And thus begins never ending web of treason, devious planning, inter marriage and an all consuming civil war.
Saddest though was the death of Caesarion in the hands of Octavian; he who had no part to play in a war engineered by his mother and foster father Mark Antony. Precocious, honest and his father's truest son, he died for being just those.
And the theme of book - The love between Antony and Cleopatra - I would never understand what made him love her so much, as the book describes her to be small, scrawny, not at all pretty. But he saw her as his equal, his true companion.
Such romantic names - Marcus Agrippa, Livia Drusilla, Sextus Pompeius, Ahenobarbus, Mecaenas, Proculeius, Thyreus, Gallus, Menas, Charmian, Iras.
So much cruelty, so much love! All for some land.
Ps - I wish I could imprint the whole marvellous book in my head, but such short memory I have. This entry should help refresh and of course good old wikipedia.