pujo

verbose is the moment.
there are times when i could pass off without really saying anything.nothing illustrative.often symbolic.euphemistic.suchlike.
times flip.and they do wonderful things to your mood too.
garrulous is the mood now.the talk has to happen.its been gagged for long.only the talk can yield respite.
so conversation flows.it gurgles like a happy brook.usual chit chats.the normal exchanges.hackneyed,but in practice still.
mostly 'for the sake of it'.nods.a forced smile.hands firmly shaken.
too many people near the window huddling for space.face powders and masquarade.

pujo seemed less forced in comparison.hardly any "have-to" and "must-dos" figured on the list.one did.but that too turned out to be pleasant.
in a way pujo was whimsical.strangely "very utopic" plan worked out pretty well.
dhonpota was more than what one would call surreal.very liberating and yes,overwhelming too!funny how images in your mind's eye seem more focussed and less grainy than the ones in the photo.the image has adhered.it comes back in momentary hallucinations and strikes me when least likely.
however maddox came as a major let downer.not that much was expected.the hype has gotten too much into their goddamn heads.the dhakis play for just about a few minutes.too many happy gay people clapping and making 'hoo-haa' howls kills even that.and the place reeks claustrophobia.starry eyed bejewelled flashy juniors from school,equally hideous eye candies in tow;a demented relative;still more happy shiny juniors from school, maddox robbed me off my nobomi thunder.
another pujo gone.and i wonder how many are left on me now...