It’s irresistible for Bengali speaking people to stay away from festivity on Poila Baisakh (1st day of the Bengali New Year).
It takes one down the memory lane and makes people nostalgic. In those days we hardly had the Radio and no cell phones,no computer and laptops not even tabs yet we were happy with the little we had.
We shared all that we had with everyone. I remember it well how my granny used to serve all the cooked foods with my uncles and aunts and I was always a guest in their house especially during the Lunch. So I used to have a full share of all that she cooked.
As a boy of five I loved all that they cooked. I was the elder grandson of my grandparents. (six daughters and two sons)My mother was their elder daughter and my father purchased a plot of land just five minutes away from my Grandparents house.
So I loved to visit their house frequently. They loved me a lot. I enjoyed all the Indian rituals followed by them. I love festivals from my childhood.
In those days people seldom bought sweets, as it wasn’t a part of the diet. So I eagerly waited for this festival called Poila Baishak or Bengali Nabo barsho. The shop keepers gave away sweet packets and a new Calendar after the clearance of the pending dues .
Early in the morning on Poila Baisakh people climbed Gulmohar trees to pluck lovely fire tongue- like flowers to decorate the shops.
Blaring music was played on Gramophones so music was a treat to me on festivals. I never ever expected new clothes for me, I just wanted music, songs by Asha ji,Lata ji,Sadhya ji,Kishore ji, Manna Dey ji and Mohd Rafi ji.
The materialistic part never bothered me so much because I was loved with all that my parents had. It was worth living. How I wish I could get back those days again with my father beside me…🙏🙏🙏
Thanks a lot for reading and I wish all the Bengalis a SUBHO NABOBARSHO.👍😊🥰🙏💐🎉❣️