Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Aamar Kolkata........

It’s not the first time that I’m feeling that though I’m here in Kerala but my soul is still in my hometown….

I’m missing my "Kolkata, the city of joy"…

Kolkata- a city rich in culture and artistic thought, an appropriate place for cultural-sadhana.
Kolkata , is believed to be the birth place of Modern Indian literature as Rabindranath Tagore belongs to this place..

Festivals in a multidimensional scale are observed in spiritual ecstasy by the people of Kolkata who belong to diverse and ethnic social backgrounds. The city becomes a lively place during Durga Puja (a Hindu festival) when the sound of Dhak, Dhunuchi nachh, the mild fragrance of Shiuli, gives a familiar tug in every Individual’s heart. I’m missing the puja mandap (pandel) where we friends used to enjoy life at its fullest ….
Still today I cant resist humming of the Rabindra Sangeet and and Nazrul Geeti (songs by Kazi Nazrul Islam) when I am all alone….

I can still feel the vibration of Bengali’s cultural Rabindra Nritya Natya (song-dance sequences composed by Tagore) Folk dances, large outdoor stage plays which were featured by big and small theatre groups in the city.
Even today my mouth starts watering when I think about Bhaat (rice) and Elish macher jhol (fish curry) specially prepared by my mother…The city offers a wide range of dishes and cuisines with variety of tastes. Believe me Kolkata’s wide range of sweets can leave you quite winded. Don’t miss the charm of Kolkata Rassagolla and misti doi while visiting Kolkata.

I’m missing my home, my family, my friends ……….
I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.