#mahalaya

[jukti-torko-golpo]

মা আসছে...

When pujo vibes hit...it hits hard.

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[embersariya]

age is slowly fading into me as childhood draws out. it is autumn ive been seeking, the dragonflies dance with euphoria in the morning air. i gaze at the scattered bushes of kaash springing up. waking up before the sun does. within minutes, houses across neighbourhoods would reverberate at the soft sound of "আশ্বিনের শারদঃপ্রাতে.." lingering in the misty morning air from the loudspeaker at the end of my alleyway. for those fleeting 1.5 hours, autumn floats over this mortal surface, placid like a sleeping child. whatever human’s idea of time is comprised of, these minutes span the autumn of 18 years ago and all those before it. the sound of agomoni travels from far afar, like the resonating conch, carrying announcements of some long awaited peace with the peeks of sunlight soon to follow in it's wake, the sound voyages across dreams and lulls me in its warmth. a blanket of hope. i look at the sun and smile, and all's well for once.

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[premtatva]

শুভ মহালয়া

May the advent of DEVI MAA bring strength swirling in winds, grace following the pious feet of Maa, love in the gentle embrace of Her eyes, and happiness in the form of Dhunuchi filling the environment!

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[thatchaoticdesigirl]

It's that time of the year again...

The city has been cleansed with the after showers of monsoon. Blue sky peeking through fluffy clouds resembling the cotton candy carried by the street vendors. The smell of durga puja coming in through the open windows. Standing outside Kumortuli is a small smiling face in shabby clothes and dirty hair. The departure of idols might be significant for the whole city, but not for the little boy whose father will be coming home after months of crafting the inanimate joy that would fill the city for the next 10 days.

The single mother spent her bonus on the little piece of jwellery she had seen her daughter longingly looking at in Gariahat. The transferred father took a few extra days off. A son remembered his father on the banks of the Ganges, while the recently widowed woman longingly glanced at the idol's red saree. They felt what the poets may describe as peace and happiness but for them it was just plain old durga puja.

She arrived with her children, shaking the whole city from its slumber, a ray of hope within the gloomy times. Every year she arrives with the same smiling face and listens to all our problems. To the lost boy trying to find his place in society, to the queer person trying to figure out why they were wrong, to the girl who never saw her father after that day in court, to the lady who never knew what happened to her daughter the night she went out with her friends. Lives filled with tragedy after tragedy lie at Maa's feet asking for a way ahead. Maa listens. She gives them hope and sometimes tragedies do go away. The boy lands a job while the queer person is invited back to their family. The girl recieves a gift from her father while the lady cries at the station,report in hand. Maybe not happy endings, but closure. That's what Maa gives. Hope is just the surface of the abyss of our mind which actually seeks closure.

The bright lights and bamboos wrapped in colourful clothes stand as a symbol of the hardwork of all those people who worked relentlessly to make this festival a pathway to overcome tragedy. The people live another day to fight, blessed by Maa.

At the break of dawn on Mahalaya, someone replaces the oxygen with adrenaline, and for 10 days, the city does not sleep.

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[callonpeevesie]

Mahalaya is so wild because you'd think waking up at 4am is some religious ritual, but no, it's entirely social. Some ninety years ago everyone just collectively decided that it's Absolutely Necessary to wake up at the ungodly hour of 4am every Mahalaya to. listen to a radio program. We Have to listen to it every year otherwise the economy will be in shambles

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[etcetraetcetra]

Hail to the Goddess who brings Joy, Victory, prosperity, the saviour of all that is virtuous, the destroyer of all that is evil. We welcome you, Mother, to this mortal home of yours yet another year, with rejoice, love, respect, and hope in our hearts.

Maa, please bless us with your grace, bless us with joy, bless us with justice, bless us so we all can get along peacefully, bless us with prosperity. May your blessings forever remain with us.

It’s Mahalaya,

Our Mother’s journey to Earth begins.

#desi aesthetic #desi tag #durgapuja #mahalaya #goddess durga #durgamaa #durga pujo

[randomlyblue]

In the early hours of the morning, a 15 year old girl trudged out to the living room, pillow in hand, before light had even broken out over the horizon. It was 4:00 a.m. but the room was charged with a fervent sort of energy, a giddiness that finaly peaked when Birendra Krishna Bhadra's sonorous voice rang out with the first words- "আশ্বিনের শারদপ্রাতে". 

It was মহালয়া- the beginning of 'দেবীপক্ষ'. I do not think that any words, except the ones privately spoken by each Bengali to Ma, of his wishes and woes, hopes and sorrows in silent prayers between the chants during Ashtami's Anjali, can convey the feeling in his heart as one by one, all the houses are filled with 'আগমনীর গান' while the sun slowly creeps into sight like a sleepy child unable to stay away from the excitement of all his aunts, uncles and older cousins huddled outside infront of the radio with tumblers full of steaming, milky tea.

There is a certain quiet beauty in the knowledge that every year since 1931 when the show first aired, Bengalis within Kolkata and without have been dutifully waking up at 4 o'clock to welome our Maa home. A five year old girl rubs her drowsy eyes infront of the radio as she hears the voice she will learn to eagerly wait for throughout the year when she grows older, for the first time. Lying propped up on the cushions in her hospital bed, much to the protest of her nurses, her great grandmother ruefully smiles when she realises that it would be her last time, and for a glorious hour and a half, the pain of the cancer in her liver bows down to মহিষাসুরমর্দিনী. A large joint family gathers in front of the antique record player, with endless cups of tea and aluminium tins of biscuits under the arches of their ancestral home in North Calcutta, where only a few days later, they would welcome their very own Ma Durga. In the servants' quarters, the 'rannar thakur' sits on the front steps of his tin roofed home with his thin daughter and thinner wife, and his stomach's grumbles of hunger are drowned out by the music carrying from the record player. A Muslim boy, not daring to tell his orthodox father, cycles to his Hindu classmate's house before the sun rises to catch the first strains of Aagomoni. For মহালয়া does not merely mark the coming of Ma, it marks the advent of hope in the form of our ten-armed Goddess for every Bengali, irrespective of his age, social standing or religion. Even if it may be just an old recording playing from some houses on the streets, to me and to any Bengali, it seems more like on one magical day every year, all the clouds in the sky strike up a wonderful heavenly orchestra of voices, filling all the empty spaces in the sky, till Ma Durga herself comes to fill up the place waiting for her on the mandaps and in our hearts.

-Priya

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[themissamericanaluvr]

its mahalaya tomorrow omgsgshgsg our festive season finally begins ahh

#durgapuja #durga pujo #mahalaya #west bengal #bengali #festiveseason

[rishisboard]

Hail to the Goddess who brings Joy, Victory, prosperity, the saviour of all that is virtuous, the destroyer of all that is evil.

We welcome you, Mother, to this mortal home of yours yet another year, with rejoice, love, respect, and hope in our hearts.

Maa, please bless us with your grace, bless us with joy, bless us with justice, bless us so we all can get along peacefully, bless us with prosperity. May your blessings forever remain with us.

It’s Mahalaya,

Our Mother’s journey to Earth begins.

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[mooncrvmbs]

Dear Calcutta,

রাত পোহালেই মহালয়া।

I can imagine how gorgeous you look right now. All decked up in the yellow fairy lights, the pujo sale at the shopping malls, people hustling and bustling to gather things for the pandals.

I am not at home this time. I'm miles away from you, in a completely different time zone at that. And it scares me. I had never thought I would live to see a day where I won't wake up at the soft sound of আশ্বিনের শারদঃপ্রাতে lingering in the misty morning air from the loudspeaker at the end of my alleyway.

My earliest recollection of mahalaya is my 7 year old self forcing my father to wake me up at 4 am, struggling to stay awake and falling asleep halfway through it. Waking up at 10 only to find out that I fell asleep and then yell at my father for not stopping me.

It all seems like a distant memory now. Some would say it makes a good story for the dinner table. But for me, it feels like home. I left a fragment of my heart with you when I moved out. Calcutta, it still beats in the same narrow alley in the heart of the city.

My mother once told me, "Never be so attached to something that you forget to live your life because of it". But how exactly do I live my life when I've only ever felt alive with you?

You have a weird scent, Calcutta. It wafts my nose everytime I breathe in your air. I miss it everytime I am away from you. Calcutta, you've taught me many things about growing up. And now I miss being a kid with you.

You know how they say home is where your heart is? Calcutta, you've been my home even before I had learnt what the word actually meant.

It terrifies just how fast time flew and my life got divided into befores and afters when only yesterday I was 10, skipping down the road in my new yellow sundress for অষ্টমীর অঞ্জলি.

I know you taught me that I can make a home out of any place as long as I want to, Calcutta. But they would still dim in front of you. You can rival the sun with how bright you burn. Nowhere else will I find a second you. You are my home, Calcutta. And you will forever and always be my home. No matter who or where I am.

On this auspicious day of mahalaya, I miss you terribly. And I hope you know, that I will be back. One day. I regret leaving you. But I promise one day I will not have to walk away from you anymore.

দেখ আলোয় আলো আকা��

দেখ আকাশ তারায় ভরা

দেখ যাওয়ার পথের পাশে

ছোটে হাওয়া পাগল পারা

এত আনন্দ আয়োজন

সবই বৃথা আমায় ছাড়া।

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[jukti-torko-golpo]

প্রত্যেক বছরের মতো এবারও আমি মহালয়ার আগের রাতে চলে এসেছি আমার দাদুর বাড়ি। তিন মিনিট এর হাঁটা পথ। রাত এগারোটা বাজে...চুপচাপ রাস্তা। দুটো বেড়াল ঝগড়া করছে, পাড়ার আলোর শেষ কিছু কনেকশন ঠিক করছে কজন আর হল এ রিহার্সাল এর চাপা শব্দ। নিস্তব্ধতা-টা একটু অদ্ভুত। হাওয়ায় হাওয়ায় একটা নির্ভেজাল উত্তেজনা। রাত পোহালেই ভেসে আসবে সেই একটা খুব চেনা গলা। ছোটবেলার অনেক কিছুই সময়ের সাথে হারিয়ে গেছে...হারায়নি শুধু এই গলাটা আর মা এর ফিরে আসার প্রতিশ্রুতি। হয়তো এই দিনটা পালন করা শুরু হয় অন্য এক কারণে...কিন্তু আমাদের কাছে মহালয়া হলো মা এর বাড়ি ফিরে দরজায় প্রথম বেল। আবার উমা ঘরে ফিরেছে। শহর টা পুজোর সাজে সেজে উঠেছে।

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[alaezasmystery235]

Out of context but ....

1 more day to go for MAHALAYA ~

Can't wait !!!!!!! @○@

@azure-cherie is your radio ready 😉🤭

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[gourielo]

Mahalaya

The day we feel the most Nostalgic.

Every year, this day makes every Bangali tear up. Why? Because this day is a remembrance of one's childhood and how one grew up celebrating Mahalaya.

I remember how the excitement in the pit of my stomach felt the night before Mahalaya. I used to be scared. What if I can't wake up on time? What if I fall asleep through it? What if my grandmother doesn't wake me up? But every year, the radio was switched on at 4 a.m. and the story of how Durga was born out of the rage and power of all the Gods and how she defeated Mahishasur was narrated by Birendra Krishna Bhadra and every year, I woke up right on time to listen to all of it.

The feeling of knowing that every single Bangali was listening to the radio all throughout the city of Kolkata was something out of the world. A sense of connection with strangers. A sense of community. A sense of fraternity. A sense of Bondhutto.

Mahalaya is the day when Matripokkho commences. While listening to Birendra Krishna Bhadra's tale of Mahishasur Mardini, you see strength, grace, knowledge, beauty, love and belonging. On these dawns, you perceive the tenderness of power, you understand the ferocity of a Mother.

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[thatchaoticdesigirl]

I think durga puja is a lot about hope. A hope that everything will be alright. Today's generation does not have it easy. Each and every person fights their own battles, fake smiles on their faces, forced laughter filling the air. But as the voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra is heard on the eve of Mahalaya, people leave their mechanical lives and breathe in air filled with hope. That belief that Maa is here and she is going to take care of everything. To that child in the dysfunctional family, that single mother, that single financially struggling father...Maa gives them hope. And because of that hope they can be happy, even if it’s just for these 10 days.

Nobody is sad during Durga puja despite all their problems. And the festival does work wonders. There are families that come together, last friendships rekindled last love found again fighting parents trying to keep aside their problems so that their child has a happy time because nobody is sad during Durga puja. Nobody SHOULD be sad during Durga puja. Because for us Bengalis Durga puja is more important than all our problems…big or small.

And you can’t really be sad in this city of joy. The people, the idols, the vibes and atmosphere will automatically bring a smile on the most forlorn of faces. And that’s Durga puja for you...bringing smiles and hopes with chant of “Bolo Dugga Mai Ki Joy”.

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[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hey fellow Bangalis!

Today is one of the most important days of the year for a bengali: mahalaya. Later today starts দেবী পক্ষ, and the holy fortnight (the 14 days of durga puja). But. Today is also the end of পিতৃ পক্ষ. Today is the day of tarpan (recalling late ancestors, essentially). As someone who has lost a lot of people (including all 4 of my grandparents) today is not the happiest day. Don't get me wrong, I love durga puja. But this day is usually a lot of reminiscing (especially during the mahishashur mardini sangit bidhi in the wee hours of the morning) and quite a bit of mourning.

Sorry for saying all that. What I mean is, mahalaya wasn't, historically, supposed to be a very happy occasion. And I have been painfully aware of this my whole life. So, I get a little sad when people wish me 'shubho mahalaya'.

The real happiness starts from tomorrow.

I just wanted to put this out there.

#mahalaya #durga pujo #durga puja #bengali festivals and traditions

[sambhavami]

Shubho Mahalaya

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