Thursday, November 2, 2023

KOJAGORI LOKHKHI PUJO

 KOJAGORI LOKHKHI PUJO 


(Kojagari Lakshmi Puja)


Kojagari / Kojagori Lokhkhi pujo is perfomed and observed on the night of Ashwin Poornima( full moon) Also knowsn as Sharad poornima, a special worship of Goddess Lakshmi is performed on this day, and people from the East of India especially fast on this day. 


In this fast, there is a tradition of keeping vigil (Jagaran/ keep awake) at night. According to the Kojagara Vrat Story, Goddess Lakshmi visits the world on the night of Ashwin Purnima and She bestows wealth and prosperity on those devotees who are awake on this night (Ke jaage re -meaning who's awake, which later got distorted to Kojagari, giving the festival its name).


We, that's my maternal and paternal side of the family are Baangaals, i.e.we trace our roots to the eastern part of undivided Bengal. Of course it is a mixed bag of the east and the west Bengal now, but Kojagiri remains one big event in the family. Kojagori is celebrated on Sharad Poornima and the Goddess Lakshmi is worshipped in Bengali households; a way to hold on to our culture and traditions.


Maa, my mother never did Kojagiri Lakshmi Puja at home. She was told not to as she was the youngest daughter-in-law of the house. The puja was done and still happens at Bodo Maa's house, my father's late elder brother and his sister-in-law's house now. We do the puja at home, but many call their family pandit and purohit for worshipping Maa Lakshmi in a traditional way with mantras and yagnas.


Kojagari Lakshmi Puja at my Dida's(maternal grandmother's) place is celebrated in a big way. I learned all my puja vidhis(methods and rituals) observing my elders.


Maa's second brother had done a course in arts from the JJ School of Art. From my childhood my Lokhkhi Pujo started watching him draw huge alponas(artistic painted designs/motifs) at home using rice flour, chalk, and fuller's earth. He was wonderful at it. Later I would often act as his apprentice.


The worship part was on my eldest uncle, Bodo Mamu. I remember he would fast the entire day and worship the Goddess at night. The cooking was done by the ladies , my mamis(aunts) and grandmother.  Everybody was invited, friends, family, neighbours, office colleagues and the padar loke(the colony people and neighbours). The house would be decorated and lighted and music played on the sound system. It was like a huge public event.


Dida used to tell me that in their home they used to worship the shora, which was like a clay disc with engravings or painting of the Goddess. But later they started worshipping an idol and a handed down Lakshmi picture. 


With time things change and customs are tweaked.  Previously I have heard that people used to spend the Kojagari Poornima night,  chanting and singing hymns. At my maternal grandmother's musically inclined, creatively vibrant home, they used to sing and play various instruments throughout the night. With tea, snacks and the sllight nip in the air, it used to be an enjoyable event, etched in memories. At my paternal place, the puja is simpler and not that elaborate an event. 


I try to keep in touch with my culture and traditions by fasting and doing a small pooja at home, and also make kheer and keep at a place where it can soak in the moonlight. This is then savored as prashad the next day. It is said that this kheer eliminates diseases and also brings in calm and peace. 


May Maa Laxmi bring in peace, happiness and prosperity to your homes! 


©®Madhumita


Thursday, September 7, 2023

Two Empty Eyes

Two empty eyes roam the darkness,

Are they in search of some happiness?

Cutting through the achromatic 

A fickle, vacillating mind traumatic.


©®Madhumita


#micropoetry 

Saturday, April 29, 2023

The Revenge

 



I can read the language of your hands,

I know the definition of every emotion swimming in those eyes of yours,

I recognize every touch,

I can well decipher the embraces and the forceful hugs,

And the way you hold my hand, actually gives you away,

Don't play with me, do not even try,

For I am the fire !

I am speechless but not innocent,

Silent but not lifeless,

I award a closure to all your misdoings,

I roar, and rage , 

Of every blow of yours,

I am the revenge.


©®Madhumita

Sunday, April 16, 2023

colours

  




i dab some peach foundation 
merge it well
to smoothen the fine lines
and feel good 
about my now discoloured skin
and its rapidly uneven tone
outline my eyes
with some dark kohl
to create the mesmerizing effect
the shine is there intact
my eyes gleam and glitter
still full of the twinkling dreams
that i need to collect
from the golden desert of life
and fill them with colours
just as i rouge my cheeks 
with a splash of pink 
and add a stroke of green
to my eyelids 
heavy with mascarad eyelashes 
and dress my lips up 
with a hint of cherry red gloss 
heard someone say 
say it loud today 
that colours are for the young 
or for the 'whacky ways' 
for us it's the greys 
and whites 
and the browns 
but i refuse to be tied down 
tied down by rules 
nor follow 
the rules of colours 
colours rule my life 
sparkling throbbing 
enchanting and lifegiving 
dressing up in a crimson red
making space to be coloured more 
i promise myself a vibrant me 
promise more colours to me

©®Madhumita 


Monday, April 3, 2023

point of no return

 


i look at you 
you look away 
i smile 
you fake it in style 
i begin 
passions get ignited 
you shut down 
your face all blighted
i speak and express 
you turn deaf 
feel my presence less 
everything muted 
silence diluted 
stillness prevails 
in hush tones 
stifled a bit 
while the thoughts knit 
another sheet 
of iced feelings 
we hug 
without any touch 
and love freezes
the bond cold 
in a stark white 
unmoved 
motionless
chilled desert 
in the cacophony 
of a lifeless silence  
perhaps
we reach a point of no return 

©®Madhumita

Thursday, March 30, 2023

Where can love hide .....

 


just like the cool breeze

and the play of red hot embers

warming  like the dazzling sun

soothing like the moonlight silken

playing a magical game

of the sun and the shade

a mismatch 

yet done wonderfully

standing afar 

yet close 

an emotion called love

how can love hide 

it comes forward 

colours up the words 

and writes a new poem

when the dark kohl sparkles

smiling in the dark eyes

the tinkling anklets

make a new love song

words decorate a new language 

spoken in return of the unspoken

in silence

everything seems to have changed

and the world appears new

when the heart races 

yet skips a beat

affection overflows from the eyes

epiphora happens 

when the being flows in the  passion's tide

then where does love hide 

with intimacy it rhymes

and comes around 

to write a new poem


©®Madhumita

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Potpourri....

The velvety night slithers 
Moments slip through
through the creases of time
Singing to me are the fragrances 
The fragrances of night
A potpourri of nicotiana 
jasmine and tuberose 
Soothing 
calming the senses
The senses that dance 
with the silence singing
Breaking into a medley 
Planting fragrant kisses 
on the brow and the temple 
The fragrance bursting within me
Colouring me 
As a potpourri of emotions 
Kiss the senses softly
Rekindling the fire within 
The soft night air
Silkens my dreams 

 ©®Madhumita