DURGA: - The ultimate Woman Power

Durga Puja

Our story begins in Bangladesh, in the year 1972. When India gained independence in 1947, Bengal was partitioned along religious lines. The western part went to India, and was named as West Bengal. while the eastern part joined Pakistan as a province called East Bengal, later renamed as East Pakistan, giving rise to independent Bangladesh in 1971.

The region which is currently known as Bangladesh, was not the same. Native people had to fight a lot to reserve their real identity. they were forced to Urdu. But the disapproval and denial had led to that discontentment and war.

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It was 6 am in the morning, first day of Durga Puja, probably known as Shashti, when all the women in the village were heading towards the village temple. The temple was beautifully decorated with flowers and Alpona ( a Bengali styled Rangoli).

All the women beautifully draped in red and white saree and minimal jewels were looking no less than a Devi( goddess). After reaching the temple all of them started to clean the temple, removing all the decoration. By seeing all these many people gathered around the temple. Many started to protest as it was the first day of Durga Puja. None of them listened and continued.

Soon a woman came with a plate filled with Sindoor( a red powder which is considered holy in India and is specially used by married women to fill their partition. That signifies that they are married) and started to put it on the face of the idol of Ma Durga. Everyone was confused. No one dared to say anything as the women were having sharp objects with them. Soon the air was filled Sindoor and Uludhdhoni ( a high pitched loud vocal sound accompanied with a rapid. back and forth movement of the tongue and the uvula.) The entire ambience became more scary when all of them initiated the dhunuchi dance aggressively.

No one was able to take all these and called to Head of the village.

" Bandh karo yeh sab?!?!?!" (stop all these) said the village head angrily.

There was a moment of silence.

" Dada hume humara kaam karne dijiye. Hume na roke, kyuki aaj k din k baad is mandir Durga Pujanhi hone wali he! ( dada we are not purposely doing all these, and let us do our work, because from today onwards Puja won't be practiced in the temple anymore) - said a woman with teary eyes.

Everyone was stunned to speak. whisperings were going on among he men.

" lekin kyu?" ( but why) - head of the village.

" kyuki kal raat ko humare sabke ghar per ek aadmi aya tha. Usne hume dhamki di. Usne bola ki agar humne puja kiya toh wo hume zinda nhi chorega! ( becuase yesterday night in everyone's house a man came and sais that if we perfrom this puja he won't spare any of us) - said one woman.

"Sirf yehi nhi dada, usne bola ki agar humne yeh puja kiya toh humare baccho ko nhi chorega. Unhe dur leke jayenge aur bech denge. " ( not only this dada thakur he even said that if we do this puja, he will be trafficking our childs) said another women.

Everyone was astonished to hear such a fearful incident.

" Dada thakur hum aapse vinti karte he. Aapke paer padte he, koi is mandir me puja na kare! ( Dada thakur we beg you on our knees we pleade you, please no one should worship in this temple).

Due to all these the head was bound to follow their words. Soon by his order, masons were called. With a broken heart they started to break the temple. No one could hold back their tears.
With a blink of eye, the place which once had a temple, where people used to come every morning to worship, where everyone used to forget their stress, soon became a Khandar( ruins).
That very moment it felt as if a positive power has left away the village.
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('Oho kuch accha nhi lag rha mujhe. Aaj shasti he aur me ghar per nhi hu. Abhi toh lagta he sab luchi kha rhe honge wo bhi desi ghee me tale hue, aur saath me  chane ki sabji. Aur aaj hi me ghar pe nhi hu. Me aur mere papa humare gaon aye he...kuch kaam se. Idhar bhi Durga pujahoti he lekin waha ki tarah nhi...Bhagwan jane waha ki logo ki kya haal hogi. 1 hafta hogayi he me abhi tak ghar nhi ayi, kyuki papa ko bohot kaam he. Kheir chodo is baar jane do. Agle baar enjoy karlungi. ")
( Huh I am feeling good at all, today is Shoshti and I am not home today. By this time I guess everyone is eating Luchi( a small size light paratha) fried in gawa ghee( also called desi ghee) and ghugni ( a curry made by chick pea) and me? I am today here with father in our country house. Yes here also they celebrate Durga Puja but not like my village. God knows what is state of the people there. It has been 1 week, I haven't seen my house because father is having a lot of work.
Leave it it's fine not this time but surely next time I will enjoy the puja.) - thought Durga in her mind.

But who will tell her that her village puja has stopped forever.

Ashok ( Durga's father) -" Meri pyari beti " ( my dear child)

Durga- ha baba ( yes father).

Ashok:- yes dear, tomorrow we are going home. So please pack all your things ( smiling)

Durga:- really?!??!

Ashok: haha yes. 😄

Durga:- yeahhh!!!!

Said this she ran to her room and started packing all her belongings.

Durga POV :- I can't believe we are going home!!!! Oh my god!!! Today I won't be able to sleep!! Yeahahha!!.

Durga was overwhelmed. Little did she know that all her excitements will be washed off once she enters the village?
She has no idea what was waiting for her. Maybe a life changing turn in her life. Not only for her but for everyone.

Hail to the goddess, protect your children .

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