The bottle Of Signature

' The first Impression'
For Every Bengali Durga Pooja is a Grand festival and is celebrated with full Zest during Navratri In the Month of October.Durga is one of the angry and aggressive aspects of the goddess Shakti, whose role in Hindu mythology was to fight and conquer demons and also personify the Sakti or female aspect of any male deity . So Ideally this festival was started by lord Rama and that was around 10000 years ago.In West Bengal, Durga Puja is five days of festivity.Ma Durga, with her children, Ganesh and Kartick, and with her two 'sakhis' - Jaya and Bijaya, comes to visit her parent's home each year during the season of 'Sharat' or autumn when Durga Puja is celebrated. It hinges around Mahalaya day, a week before the actual celebrations begin. It was on this day that Durga was assigned the task of eliminating evil. So the familiar pose of Durga unleashing her wrath on an out powered assura (demon). Legend goes that Ram wanted to invoke the blessings of Durga before his great war with Ravan the ten-headed demon king of Sri Lanka who had abducted Seeta, wife of Lord Rama.. He performed the Durga Puja despite the time of year not being right. That is why the puja is also known as Akal Bodhon, or untimely invocation. Those five days are the best days of my year. Like every Bengali I eagerly wait for this festival for a year. And when it is only a week away we start with all the shopping, a lot of shopping, for mom, for Dad, Cousins and for myself. During those five days we Fast during the day time and break our Fast only after ‘Pushpanjali’ a ritual where we offer flower with ‘bail’ leaves after repeating those divine hymns recited by the Pundit/ Pujari . For Lunch we have the ‘Khichuri Bhog’ Dal And rice Cooked together with some spices along with ‘Aloo sabzi’ sweet tomato chutney and ‘Rosogollar Payesh’ Rice, Milk and Rasgualla cooked together ,condensing the Milk along with Jaggery made of dates. In the afternoon spend time with friends Chatting and in the evening ‘Pandal’ Hopping with family. Being a Foodie this my favourite of all festivals as in the evening I get to have those amazing Bengali Cuisines made of Prawns, And Mutton . I am very particular about taking my leaves during the festival. Even when I was in school, be it the Final exams I made sure that I celebrate this festival to its fullest. And when it is ‘Dussera’ the final day of the puja and the day when we bid adieu to our beloved Mother Godess , it is a sad day, left with another year of waiting.
So as I do every year, this year I celebrated Durga Pooja, took a leave for 8 days from work , and I Joined back the day after ‘Dussera’ left with all the great memories in my mind. Back in to my old routines. It was a gloomy and manic Monday as always , but this was too gloomy for me as I was back to work after a week long vacation. So on my One hour Dinner Break ( As we work on a night shift) at around 10.45 pm I went upstairs, had my dinner, the usual chapatti and bhaji that my Mom cooked and packed it in a Tiffin. After having my dinner I went to the terrace for a smoke or two. As usual dining all alone, A lot of people around and I knew them all. It had been two years in this company, but my experience with people and their politics had kept me away from them. It is not that I am not friendly. Most of my friends have left the company in search of better prospects, and they were all doing well. They had all suggested me, “ it is time for you to leave too. How long will you stay here and rot yourself”. I was too lazy to do that. The kind of comfort level I am with the office close to my residence, as close as hop-skip and jump, with my daytime Interior Designing Classes, As I am aspiring to be an Interior designer or get into art direction in movies. Moreover, the Process I am working in has very little work, with hardly any Calls to attend. Thinking all this I am still sticking around with this company, though there is no scope of any professional growth out here. I lit my first cigarette after my dinner as I walked into the Terrace. Our Terrace is a huge one with every group finding a comfortable private corner, just having a Gala-Time making fun of all the people around thing they are the smartest one of all. I am Not Criticizing as I once belonged to one such gang not too long ago. We always gathered during our dinner break, coincidentally we all were from different departments and that made us comfortable in speaking to each other, and moreover we used to get some spice happening in other departments as well. We were the ones to bitch about all the people we hated . Right starting from Sachin Tendulkar’s Poor Form to a Team manager who liked scanning at all the girls wearing short skirts to those girls who were opportunists compromising with their self respect in order to get a promotion. But the Group existed no more as some of the key members from our gang had left the company in search of better prospects. Thinking of those good times I suddenly felt a burn on my fingers with which I was holding the cigarette, I applied a break to my thought process and lit another cigarette leaning against the Granite Platform on the Right side of the entrance to the terrace. Suddenly a bunch of people (Boys and girls) walked in carrying their dinner . All of them looked as if they were just out of college and were new joinees in the company. The last one to enter was a boy with silky hair covering the entire face. He turned around searching for a place to sit as the Platform on which i was resting was a comfortable place to sit as one can use the wall behind as a backrest. However the place was occupied by me , though it had enough of space to accomodate each one of them comfortable. They decided not to intrude my Privacy and specially since they are new in the company , they were a bit gittery speaking to all the senior employees, it was not they were unsmart .
The boy with long silky Hair's sight kind of grabbed my attention as his face was somehow very famiilliar, as if i have seen him an umpteen number of times or may be daily . He had a thick stubble on his face and his large brown eyes filled with mischief , would remind you of a boy in his early teenage, ready and eagerly waiting to explore the world. He like the other people in his gang had carried his Dish full of rice and Dal outside as the Canteen was full. They comfortably rested themselves on an unusual seating arrangement in our terrace , an elevated area panelled with polished granite and tiles , carved in the shape of a piano. They finished their dinner and the boy removed a cigerette from his pocket and again started scanning the entire Terrace , searching for a soul who can offer him a match to lite his cig. I was the last to fall into his attention , and i could see the pleasure on his face after he could see the lit cigerette in my hand. Slowly he walked towards me as if he is on a sight-seeing and in no hurry.