Ma Durga is all set to bid adieu, leaving behind memories of unbridled creativity, surging crowds swarming the streets, soaking in the sheer magnificence of this much-awaited 5-day festival.
Tucked away in a narrow lane off Lansdowne Road in south Kolkata, a pandal quietly salutes the spirit of the Bengali bhadralok. Affluent and genteel, the Bengali intellectual elite rose during the British rule.
In this pandal, craftsmen have recreated a bygone era where the bhadralok reigned supreme. Setting the stage with immaculate attention to details like the majestic white columns, the white and black checkered flooring and crystal chandeliers and recreating artifacts from an era gone by: the iconic easy chair, the ornate mirror, the regal hookah, the display of footwear, the antique clock and gramophone all vie for attention.
Nostalgia-soaked pandal-hoppers admire the painting of the quintessential bhadralok in his regalia on the elaborately carved easel. The imposing phaeton, the horse-drawn carriage parked at the entrance transports you back in time. An era when Bengal was the epicenter of reform movements, of renaissance in literature and the arts and of the awakening of political consciousness.
Stepping out of this magical world, Kolkata resident Anuradha Chakraverty wistfully says:
(The writer is a Kolkata-based senior journalist.)
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