How was Saraswati Pujo that time ?

   How was Saraswati Pujo that time ?

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Uncle, Saraswati Pujo's contribution,

‘Which club is yours?’

‘Kaku Tarun Sangha’,

"How many times have I taken it, you took it yesterday, and how many young people are there?"

Okay, okay, but ours is the oldest ...

This is where the Saraswati Pujo of our childhood begins,

In every neighborhood there were some khachra type uncles who did not want to pay tribute, saying ‘I will come tomorrow’, sometimes with children ‘Dad is not at home’, trying to cut these things off,

Some would have been a little more wise uncles or aunts, they would have said, 'Is the head of your school still devotional?'

Or start with 'Tell me the spelling of Saraswati first',

We say to ourselves ‘You say this, you don’t say, you sit on the first bench at school’, (the boys sitting on the first bench seem omniscient)

At the end

Some aunts said, ‘Oma, how old are you, tell your mother to come, you are worshiping, very well, I will come, yes.

‘Kakima Chandata’

"I can't pay the dues, you know, I don't have any money, his father keeps it, come tomorrow."

We also used to do fachkemi, a gentleman's name was Fatik (I didn't write the last name, because these are true facts, without filing a defamation suit),

I still remember, I wrote his name in the receipt

Thus- F TIK. 3

Didn't understand in the dark, realized that the next day he came to the club after lungi and did a lot of humbitambi, who wrote the case has not been settled till today.

Those who did not pay their dues were targeted on the night before Pujo, carrying out raids, stealing flowers, stealing bricks, cutting and re-burying cauliflower roots in the garden, bicycle punctures, petty crimes that did not fall under the Indian Penal Code.

The people who chewed and mumbled were kind of fancy, though not social, they wore white trousers instead of lungi, they planted marigolds, cauliflower, spinach, pumpkins on the roof of the house garden (but did not give it to anyone).

By surveying during the day (what is in the car garden), at night the top of the wall was attacked by all these horticulture,

Not everyone is an expert in everything, so who would go, who would be sent to find the right person for the right job,

The next day I would see in the pujo mandapa, in the morning that rasakasahina kakura would come, not mother Saraswati, looking for the flowers in her garden,

‘Listen, where did you get those bundles of marigolds and bloodthirsty ones?’

I had to hold back a smirk and say, 'I don't know what to say uncle, maybe someone has gone,' with a little sympathy ', but if someone didn't tell me from your garden, that's totally inappropriate.'

(Kakura could not do anything without specific evidence)

Once the bricks were brought from someone's house, he would come and say, 'It's okay to come with the bricks, it's okay to make the altar too, but after the abandonment, the bricks will come back home quietly, I have everything', the walls of many houses were whitewashed overnight. What else did I know then, I am benefiting them by painting them for free,

Honestly, no one has taught us many things, we have learned by ourselves, management, team work, job assignment, surgical strike.

The next day pujo, fasting (Bengali fasting, from eleven to twelve), anjali (looking from side to side with eyes closed but looking for 'someone'), eating kul (before Saraswati pujo or not eating kul) , Khichuri, cabbage, chutney, eating bonde, conch and uludhbani competition in the evening, remembering English, math and science books at mother's feet, leaving flowers in the middle of the book, and dancing to the disco dancer song of Mithun ... Worship Saraswati.

There is still pujo, there is shakalu, sharkathi, handcuffs with chalk, anjali ...

'Take the burden of mother Saraswati flower, give the burden of mother Saraswati Vidya'

Not just the cabbage test, the bunch of marigolds, the cuckoo, the khachra, but the honest, invisible uncles and aunts.

And

That suppressed urge to look for 'someone' while paying homage, that restlessness .. that restlessness ..

The sun will set one day, morning now afternoon ......... Life is getting old .......

I don't stay young in my heart till the last day of my life ....... what is the benefit of getting old ?? 3

Saraswati Pujo wishes to all in advance.