So it was yet another year of welcoming Maa. One more year of the triumph of good over evil, positivity over despair. Another year of ‘Maddox ae adda’, endless pictures of Durga Maa and infinite selfies.
But, like the sudden moment of dullness on a Sunday evening when you realize that Monday is just a few hours away, the period of Visarjan is a similar feeling with the festive hangover fading away and coping with the realization that Durga Puja is finally coming to an end.
Now it is no easy deal coming to terms with reality after a week-long frenzy, after all, us Bengalis set our life-calendar according to Pujo. So, here are 5 Phases of Emotional Traumas A Bengali Goes Through On Realizing Durga Puja is Coming To An End
While no one talks about it, there is a certain point of time during pujo when deep down inside, every person realizes that ‘Oh no! It has come to an end!’ But then, the denial of the fact soon kicks in, with the mind comforting the soul with ‘don’t worry, there’s still time bro’
The Nabami Lunch/ Post Lunch Adda
While fighting Ashtamis hangover, as we cheerfully meet up with friends for lunch- that is when the realization begins to creep in. That’s the moment when in the middle of adda, selfie sessions and pujo, the void of all of it coming to an end can’t be hushed away. The conflict though is still at an intra-personal level.
From Happy to Sad in 0.001 seconds
The Heartless friend who’s first to say/post ‘Pujo Sesh’
Yes, we all have that friend/kaku/neighbour who, every year, is the first one to publicly bring up the topic of Pujo coming to an end. Yes, such heartless people do walk among us. People with souls as cold as ice. People who will force you to come to terms with the harsh reality of Pujo ending.
If life were a Harry Potter book, this set of people would surely be in Slytherin.
Getting the ‘Happy Dussehra’ WhatsApp forward from the Non-Bengali friend
Well, festivals are festivals, but we all know what getting this greeting means. And how much every we try faking being excited about it, it’s just not the same with the depression of Pujo coming to an end and ‘Maa’ leaving.
Crying inside but Playing it cool. Because ‘Adulthood’
Well, once pushed to the edge and all forms of denials having come to terms with, like all depressing things in life, we ‘deal with it’.
No matter how much of a bad a$$ you are, how much ever ‘independent’ you may be or whatever you pump in the gym, you’re lying if you say ‘Oh Pujo sesh? I don’t care!’ Face it, ALL OF US ARE CRYING INSIDE. But of course we are all ‘Strong independent adults’ and manage to keep a straight face on the outside.