25 Sept 2014

As Durga Pujo Rings in...

 
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Maa Durga's rendition in paintbrush

A few days back was Mahalaya which marks the official countdown to Durga Puja. As Navratri sets in and Durga Pujo rings in, it is time for Bengalis to get geared up for the Pujo Days. I have mentioned Navratri here because both the festivals go hand in hand in many states of India especially in Gujarat (and I happily enjoy both the festivals). Beginning from cleaning your houses, grooming yourselves, for some shopping already done months in advance while for some there is last minute shopping left in hand, and so much more fun. Not all of us are lucky like Mamta Banerjee who recently got the opportunity to select designs for Durga Puja sarees, nevertheless shopping for the Pujos is no less fun.
Durga Puja Pandal in Subhanpura Atithi Griha Vadodara, Gujarat, 2010

For Bengalis, Durga Pujo is more than a religious ceremony; it is the biggest social event that we wait and plan for the entire year. Being a Probashi Bengali (a Bengali living outside Bengal) I have not yet seen how Pujo in West Bengal is celebrated (only on TVs) but recollecting my childhood days of Pujo, I remember celebrating them sometimes in our small township of Mithapur and sometimes in Delhi, with recent memories of Pujo in Baroda too. Wherever you find a Bengali community there is sure to be Durga Pujo celebration, however big or small in scale. My friends from Bengal may tease me that I have missed the real thing; maybe, maybe not, but I have had my part of fun.

Those were the days of pure fun. Being pushed to bed early to get ready for the next morning, taking early baths and wearing new clothes to the Pujobari. Many days and nights were spent in anticipation, and there used to be mad planning from just deciding what clothes to wear on what day, keeping best ones aside for Ashtami and Navami, planning for get-togethers, rehearsing for the dance shows or songs to be performed later in the evenings, praying to the Goddess to grace us with good marks for our exams (usually the puja coincided with school exams), adda sessions with my bengali friends (hours were spent on catching up with them just chit chatting) and finally gorging down all those mouth watering sweets viz. rasgullas, gulabjamuns, darbesh, sandesh, rasboras, payesh etc. made by mom (and I still have my mouth watering as I list them down). 

As years have passed by, everything else has gone but still there is one hope and we eagerly wait all year long for the Durga Pujo, just to catch the glimpse of Maa Durga and get her blessings - even thousand miles away from home.

Some Nostalgic Moments of Durga Puja celebrations

·         The Bhogs: 
I remember the hot Khichudi spread on leaf plates (also called Patravali or Pattal) with Labda (a mixed vegetable), Fries(potatoes or brinjals), tomato chutney, and mouthwatering sweets such as rasgullas, gulabjamuns to name a few. However hard you try at home, these bhog recipes cannot be duplicated in taste. And I used to love the way the probashi Bengalis who in various roles, as organizers or volunteers, came together in this benevolent act, lining up behind huge pots and served this bhog during the hot autumn afternoons and chant in unison "Jai Durga Ma".

·         The Stalls: 
In the evenings it is nice to find the brightly lit puja Pandals surrounded by food stalls that will offer you non-veg dishes (at prices sometimes too high but you won't mind it since it is pujo time) including chicken, mutton and fish. I remember the Chicken Mughlai paratha, Egg rolls from stalls in CR Park in Delhi, Kosha Mangsho from Nivedita Enclave in Delhi, Dimer Devil from stalls in Baroda and a hoard of other mouth-watering delicacies that makes you go weak in the knees by just glancing at them.

·         The Cultural Fiesta:
Every Pandal had Dhakis (the drum players), who played the dhak during the 'aarti'. I can still hear them loud and clear (that would blast anyone's eardrum if standing nearby). During the festival, the Dhakis are especially invited to the play the beats. The Dhunuchi dance goes in tandem with the dhak beats. In many places there is Dhunuchi dance competition, wherein the men and women perform with incense burners. I used to enjoy watching them, and as the beats grew louder, we would see some Mithunda's fans going berserk with the beats. And then we had the 'alpona' competitions wherein the ladies used to make beautiful designs with just rice paste diluted with water. 

·         Theme pandals:
This is one thing all of us eagerly awaited each year to see. We would go all around the city (in Delhi and Baroda) to visit the various pandals just to glimpse at the idols and the themes adopted. I have seen themes ranging from an antique old village to Maa Durga out in the space. 
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Maa Durga in a space ship - ONGC colony, Vadodara, 2008


·         Entertainment and competitions
My township was small with not more than 15-20 Bengali families, but we still managed to celebrate the Durga Puja with all fanfare. There used to be all sort of competitions (open to all school kids) in the morning viz. debates, dance, singing, garba (being in Gujarat this was one way to get their willing involvement too), drawings, quiz and so on. In the evenings for four days, there used to be movie shows (most of them that I remember were Bollywood movies). The movies were projected on a big screen in an open playground and people from all sections of the society (Bengalis and non-Bengalis) used to watch them sitting down on the ground. Yes, a scene similar to Shahrukh Khan's Swadesh movie. 

·         Bijoya :
Celebrations would end with the Vijayadashmi. Every woman looked beautiful during the Durga Puja celebration but on dashmi day she looked the prettiest after the vermillion bath. I remember doling out sweet after sweet from my plate and everyone around me enjoying sweets, taking blessing from elders and each one cherishing his moments of love and sheer joy, though with a little quiet tear that Pujo was over this year but with the firm belief in his/her heart that 'Ascher bochchor abar hobe' (It'll happen again next year). 

Durga Puja in the Gulf:

The Durga Puja is held by Bengali communities everywhere around the world. I have witnessed and have also been part of the Puja celebrations in the Gulf region in the cities of Dubai, Muscat, Sohar, and Salalah. There is active participation of Bengali families here and the five days are spent in equal joy and cheer. Despite the restrictions by the local government on minority religious practices, the Bengalis do a fine job here with the Puja celebrations in Muscat every year in the Shiva temple. Here, you do not get to listen to the real beats of the dhakis, but have to be content hearing the recorded dhaki beats. There is a constraint of space here, but nevertheless the Bengali Associations have managed to do really well.
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Durga Puja in a temple, Dubai, 2012

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Durga Puja in Krishna temple, Salalah, 2011

All of us Bengalis, whether in India or abroad, tend to get overly religious during the Pujas, some do, some do not...but one thing that brings us all friends and families together all around the world is the spirit of celebration filled with laughter, fun, music, color, and sweets. For five days, all of us forget the world outside the pandal and cherish the moments inside the pandal with the dhakis be it live or recorded.



18 Sept 2014

The Qantab Beach - Beyond the turquoise horizon

A Prelude

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. 
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. 
On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances…
-Rabindranath Tagore

At the seashore - rendered in color pencils
I remember the lovely beaches of Goa, the Chowpatty beach of Mumbai, the rocky beaches of Pondicherry, the marina beach of Chennai, the buzzing beaches of Dubai and so many many more. Each one has beautiful memories associated with it. Also, having been raised in a township through most of the growing years of my life, my love for the seashores and the seashells, the sand and the shingles, remain the foremost.

However, something struck a chord when I visited the Qantab beach. Probably the fact that on one side of the Arabian sea is the city of Muscat and on the other is the town of Mithapur (the town where I grew up), had an emotional bond. Many of my childhood memories are associated with the pristine waters of the Arabian sea of Mithapur (Tata township), wherein we made sand castles, soaked in the waters for hours, searched for shells & clams, waited for our footsteps on the sand to be washed away by the waves, made rangoli designs in the sand, had picnic outings with friends or simply enjoyed walking by the seashore. From Mithapur to Muscat, has been a long journey over time, but the memories still remain fresh.


"We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch -  we are going back from whence we came." 
-John F. Kennedy

11 Sept 2014

The Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque, Muscat


"Religion. It's given people hope in a world torn apart by religion"  Jon Stewart
What a paradox! 

Since ages religion has had an impact on our buildings. Architecture has always been deeply rooted in a country's history, culture and religion. Just as in India, temple architecture reflects a synthesis of arts, the values and beliefs of Hinduism, in Oman there are several cultural buildings that embody the spirit of Islamic Architecture reflecting its religious beliefs and values.

The Mosque that I am writing about here is the Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque located in Al Ghubra, Muscat. It is a beautiful example of Islamic architecture and is a gift to Oman from Sultan Qaboos to mark the 30th year of his reign. The Mosque building is actually a confluence of Ottoman, Islamic, Indian Moghul, Persian and traditional Omani architecture.


The Sultan Qaboos Mosque, Muscat - as viewed from the main road;
 Hand rendered in pen and water-soluble pencil colors

7 Sept 2014

Al Zawawi Mosque, Muscat


"I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit." Khalil Gibran

With so much controversy about religion today and widespread terrorism all over the world it is sad that religion is misconstrued. It is in places like Muscat, where I find people of all religions and faith co-existing in harmony and peace and I wish it were the same all over the world. So here, I present to you snapshots of a mosque, in my neighborhood which has people from all culture and backgrounds living harmoniously around this very Mosque.

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View of Al Zawawi Mosque from a boulevard across the street

While digging for the history about this mosque I could find very little information about it. All I came to know about it is that it is a gift to the people of Oman by the Zawawi family. It said to be built by the Al Zawawi family in memory of one of their family members and was opened in 1985.

Al Zawawi Mosque - sketching by Nupur
The Al Zawawi Mosque - rendered in pencil

6 Sept 2014

A glimpse of Muscat - While I am here

"Settling into a new country is like getting used to a new pair of shoes. At first they pinch a little, but you like the way they look, so you carry on. The longer you have them, the more comfortable they become." -Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights.
Settling in a new country every couple of years or so is stressful that the joys and opportunities associated with it are belittled. The above quotes by Tahir Shah aptly describes my current situation. It has been nearly six years that I have traveled in and around the Gulf. Thanks to my husband's job, we've moved in and out of Oman and UAE. We have resided in places, the names of which I never ever knew existed and would never ever think of googling. Back after a refreshing trip from Dubai recently, I started writing this blog. But here, I am not going to write about my glitzy Dubai trip, instead I dedicate this blog to Muscat - the Capital city of Oman and the city considered to be as a crown jewel of Middle-East cities.

View of Muscat - with its greens, white buildings, and blue sea beyond
The picture above depicts Muscat in a triple-band layer as I see it - the greens, followed by the white low height buildings and then the vast blue sea as far as the eye can see.

Compared to the cities of Dubai or Abu Dhabi in UAE, the city of Muscat is calm, serene and yes green. Looking at the pictures, nobody would believe that it is a semi arid region. Muscat's urban-scape is characterized by low lying white or sand coloured buildings. At the most you'll find a ten story building scattered in some areas and the minarets scaling above, but there are no skyscrapers at all (A maximum of 12 floors is permitted here). When all the major cities across the globe are undergoing massive transformation, the Ruler of Oman hopes to retain the traditional look of Muscat city and at the same time achieve infrastructural growth and be at par with other capital cities.


View of the Sultan Qaboos Street
The palm trees adorn the entire stretch of road