forth-coming

I am sitting in Keventer's with a pot of coffee, the twisting smoke of the ending cigar can only possibly bring me relief. I am stressed both physically and mentally. The celebration episode has just been over. A lot of hard work slackened the body, but the Valediction of the Goddess, really turned everyone of us to be 'sad'. The evening is drawing closer to night fall and the white mother dove heads back home with quiet urgency. I am alone. All of my friends are enjoying life, leaving me solo. It was unintentional from their part to do this to me. I still retain hope and faith thinking of the possibilities of reuniting with them again. I see no familiar faces around, with whom i could share my feelings, on top of that i don't use a cell-phone also. I am in utter need to distribute this melancholic mood with somebody. I don't find anyone. Hence, i drain down the liquor and puff the bitter butt, and walk away, assuming that i 'will' meet someone to...I am feeling lonely. I walk up to Chowrasta, everyone is in 'Traditional Outfit' and me too. I am wearing a Punjabi, Pajama and a black Gorkha Cap with a single bronze Khukhri. I am a student by profession, and i won't wear two criss-crossed ones. It is mandatory to abide by the dress-code with sharp effect from 7 th October 08*, since this day is the birthday or the anniversary of the newly founded party, "The Gorkha Janamukti Morcha". The Nehru Road (below Kev's) is buzzing with people. It took me a long time to reach there. I manage to, but don't find anyone. I am literally hunting for my circle. Later i happen to sit beside a person, who takes out his digital camera and starts showing his collection of the Pujas. I turn more frustrated, since i am seeking for warmth, and he is busy with his past memories. I quit the place and walk towards the ' South Field College'. It is completely dark, the Mall Round which was so glorious earlier that day, has also turned so cold now, I cannot believe it. I take a U-turn and head down-town towards Chowk Bazar, it is approximately 7 pm and i am walking in a steady pace towards the one and only 'Bengali Mandir' of Darjeeling. It is 'Nipendra Narayan Bengali Hindu Hall (N.N.B.H) hall of 1890. The Maharaja of Cooch-Behar, Shri Nipendra Narayan Bhup Bahadur had founded it.I will have to walk past a small canteen, "Gouri's Shop", where i will probably enjoy hot aloo-chops, dal-puri and milk-tea, this is only what you get there, that too if it is not over. It is also of the same age of the temple. Later i visit the mandir and find 'life' there. All of the children are playing around the compound, bursting crackers, shouting, like all real kids do. The women are busy in arranging the necessary procedures to welcome of the forth-coming Kali Puja. This reconciles hope to me and rejuvenates my blood. The bleak and gloomy situation in which i was entrapped after Devi Durga had left us, had obviously imprinted a very isolated effect on not only me but on several others. This warm environment fetched me vigor and inspiration. It brought about the renewed hope that we will have celebration once again. This monotonous routine won't continue or persist for very long. I am tired of this same kind of life. Exhausted, and frustrated. I want to engage myself into social reunion, meet my oldies, pals, seniors, in fact everybody. Now i am relaxed, and enjoying over a plate of 'Prasad', i don't exactly know for what it was, i just know that it was given to me as a ritual. I am happy now, only for the reason that we will be united once again. A get together, a unity meet, however you put it. I think it will bring about a change. Life shouldn't be monotonous at all, it should be colorful, shouldn't it ?