tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423710.post6500886333779217899..comments2023-12-07T17:07:32.217+05:30Comments on THE INVOLVED OBSERVER: Aschhey bochhor ........Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423710.post-50705215903397696212007-11-21T16:40:00.000+05:302007-11-21T16:40:00.000+05:30Very interesting take there on the Puja season in ...Very interesting take there on the Puja season in Bengal and its lasting impact on the Bengali psyche; you have also forcefully analysed the commercialization that goes on even in the Bhakti sphere! I would gladly agree with you when you say, "..wealth is only a currency of commodity, but prayer a path to peace." dilipkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423710.post-74026725864037396342007-10-30T23:10:00.000+05:302007-10-30T23:10:00.000+05:30# Correct !!! :)# Correct !!! :)What's In A Name ?https://www.blogger.com/profile/09721657703722868039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423710.post-54012847056594305042007-10-30T00:50:00.000+05:302007-10-30T00:50:00.000+05:30I am guilty. I am badly guilty. I was busy comment...I am guilty. I am badly guilty. I was busy commenting on Harry Potter's scarless statue until harshly reminded that there was a Goddess right in front of me. But I had been too occupied photographing unicorns and hippogriffs to notice her.<BR/>And, yes, its the hope which actually pulls us through. Sometimes, I think, for a Bengali, life is actually about rushing from last year's pujo to next year's pujo. Nothing else in between could ever matter more.ad libberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10595957788969563287noreply@blogger.com