Have you ever noticed a Bengali just before the Durga Pujas? Probably not. Particularly if you are not a Bengali yourself, you won't even know the change another Bengali goes through, in and around the Pujas. But for the rest of us--we see it so prominently among ourselves.
Believe me when I say that the air smells different during the Durga Pujas, the sun shines just a little brighter, yet not scorching. It's as if the whole atmosphere gets a little drunk with love, laughter and a little excess of something more that cannot be exacatly defined.
Starting from Mahalaya--a day on which we show our respect to all our previous generations, right till Dashami which ends with the bhashan(immersing the goddesses statue in Ganga)---the Bengalis are punch drunk with love and emotion.
With the monsoons soon receding, and white Kash flowers dancing as if to the tune of an invisible flute player---the air take on a magical quality. We have all grown up with the image of Ma Durga in our minds, riding on her lion and vanquishing the evil demon Asura. The Durga is not just a symbol triumph of good over evil, but also a symbol of feminine beauty, power and strength. No matter where we are--in Bengal, where the Puja is celebrated with ultimate aplomb and festivities--or elsewhere, we Bengali's will always manage to find it in our hearts to relive the spirit of Durga Puja. With the countdown for Sashiti already knocking at our door we await eagerly for another glimpse of Ma Durga hearts thumping, while knowing at the same time that in five days our hearts will be filled with pathos and sadness on Dashami. Yet we wait for another year to go by till Ma Durga is at our door step again!