Nostalgia and Madness

It's that time of the year again. The Goddess is going to start her annual visit to her parental home.

Forget whether Ma Durga actually hails from Bengal, Forget that this visit is now stretched from Kolkata to Kuala Lumpur, from Boston to Bombay and Calicut to Cincinnati.Forget that with the changing vagaries of nature the traditional fleecy white clouds against the azure blue sky has been replaced by the dark water laden ones against a predominantly gloomy grey sky.

It's just that time of the year when we loose reason and happily so. It's that time when we get into a buying frenzy as if there were no tomorrow. It is that time of the year when the city streets turn into Venice, Rome,Italy and even Brazil at times. It is that time when everyone feels a tug at the heartstrings to go back to their homes.It is that time when perfectly well behaved stable people take the license to act the goat. It is that time when One carries a permanent idiotic grin on ones face. It is that time ----------

Oh c'mon!!! Forget all this! Just freak out and let go! Hail the Goddess!!!