Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad?

Aww man…why do all good things have to end so soon. After a disastrous pujo last year this year was going so so well. I had something to do every single day of the puja. Panchami was a bit boring but good. Shashti I enjoyed ragging a ‘dude’ who fancied that Bengalis are rubbish (please ask no further). Saptami I pulled my first all-nighter. Despite being forced to engage in matal-management in the wee hours of Ashtami it was all-in-all great fun.

By far the best of all days was Nabami/Dashami. The day was absolutely sublime. I spent the whole day with my two best friends, of whom one is kinda special to me *blushing*. It was magical. It was like I was on some dreamy cloud (#9 maybe). Floating my way across the aggregation of (sublime) pandals in South Kolkata *dreamy sigh*. For the first time ever, everything was going my way.

Was it to last? Not really. Now I am sure. There is some sort of ‘larger plan of things to keep me depressed’. In what I can term only as heresy, I found people who had partaken in shidur khela. I was passed by groups of people merrymaking while on there way to bishorjon. Could someone please stop picking on me? Am I destined to be the ant under the magnifying glass? Not only do you have to cut short the pujo, but do you have to rub it in??? *takes of specs and massages nose for some strange melodramatic reason*



Well, on a lighter note. MS Word spell-checker’s suggestions for corrected alternatives to ‘Saptami’-

1. Sap Tami


2. Septum


3. Pastrami


4. Satanic


5. Pastime

I especially enjoyed number four. ;)