The problem is that I have so much to say on everything under the sun that I do not know where to start and where to end. Well, to begin with …this is the festive season…a time to rejoice! But do we actually enjoy this ephemeral interlude between gaiety and gloom?
Now, you may say why oscillate between the two extremes ? My answer is simple because that is exactly what it is. Festivity always brings a horde of preparatory activities. Coming to think of it aren’t we always preparing for something or the other?
Come August, the excitement begins…”pujo aashchhe…” Durga Puja is nearing! So, a spate of cleaning followed by a mad rush to shop for everything and anything. That “saare ghar ke badal dunga….” type of feeling which results in that unnecessary craze to meet self created deadlines. Now, after more than four decades in the Capital, for us, the probaashi baangali (Bengalis settled outside Bengal), Bijoya Dashami or Dusshehra is not the end of the festive mood. It is just the beginning prolonged till Diwali (and even after) which falls on the day after Baangalir Kaali Pujo. So, status quo continues…
Chalo now warming up to the topic in hand….
The worst chore during this festive season is the bout of house cleaning which we subject ourselves to and which is considered a must before Durga Puja as well as Deepawali. So, we go scanning all those spots inside our habitat, which we never in the routine course of events, even bother to look at or love to ignore looking at. All the cleaning instruments, gizmos and agents are out of the cupboard. And the brooms and dusters (and now leveraging technology to the art of cleaning is the vacuum cleaner) sway nastily everywhere, horizontally, vertically, concentrically till every spec of dust, wherever it is, is swished out of the homestead.
Alas! A dust-free existence, the ultimate euphoria, is Utopia indeed!!
My cleaning spree
He blows a handful of dust
And winks, “Now ! See…!”
Yes, that is exactly what happens. Today I bring down the whole roof wrenching whatever is old and dusty and rusty out of the house and sigh in relief, “At last! Its done! My house is spic and span.” The next moment I see a thin layer of that ubiquitous dust languorously spread on wherever I have ousted it from.
Perhaps it is His way of telling not to look for order in an intrinsically disorderly arrangement. Aah! But we humans!! Will we ever learn a lesson? Since the dawn of wisdom till that insanity called death beguiles us into oblivion, we shall do nothing but be doomed to spend a lifetime in search of permanence. A mirage so to say!
So, having gained this gem of an insight, nowadays, I take everything in slow measures. And after a serious overhauling spree I sit back spectating the obvious aftermath!!
My sister has a more practical way of looking at things, “Don’t be so religious about your dusting schedule. Its going to go dirty once again anyway.”
Its another matter that while we wish to keep our place spotlessly tidy and shiny, we forget to unblock the street drains and unclog the clogged shafts which have by now become happy homes for all kinds of infections and infestations. Thanks to our paralytic MCD!!
At the same time, while I cannot refute my sis’ logic, it is also true that we give too much importance to cleaning and beautifying our exteriors forgetting the fact that the actual cleansing our innards require. A real spring cleaning of all ancient prejudices and obsolete mindsets!!
Having said that, it is also another fact that one day we shall also be one amongst the multitudinous grains of abominable dust that this morning we have so unceremoniously driven out of our homes.
Till then let’s dust away to glory….