There was a ring on the door. This group who is organizing the building puja was standing in front. They were looking dangerous, angry, and frustrated. One of them stood inside the door, and asked me for the donation to the Kali Puja on the 3rd of November 2013. I told her sorry will not be able to donate, nor can i take part in their puja. They told me to improve my behavior. They said all buildings have the Puja, and that i have to give them the donation. I said no will not as for years together, for a decade i gave them the space, donation; and yet they never explained to me what was going on. Is this the way one comes to invite, and take donations. Nobody is going to give donation in this way, so haughty, uncouth, and unrealistic. These women need mellowing down, and should understand that they are not men, trying to over power the weak. Now the person they are requesting, can get the entire puja done, but she requires them to be polite, request her, and behave well. They have to fold their hands, wear lovely saris, and bindi;; and then this girl will melt, and allow them to do the puja on her space, and eat the bhog donated by her (food offered to God, and then distributed, and becomes sacred as God has eaten it first). Ultimate fools they are, and God bless these women. They are with such dominating, and mindless characters.
But, i have a very thrilling feel now. I think i made my point, and that the fact that i am not donating, adjusting the space, is giving them something to talk about. I feel they are envious of me in some way. Would they go and speak like this with another Bengali wife. There is some satisfaction at the end of the incident. I stood my ground, and might not be appreciated by them; but have started becoming like them. They have slowly instilled in me the empowerment, confidence, attitude, and logic; which is positive way of life. They are liberated, and they have also in their way through their Puja made me liberated. Some do the Puja, some do not do the Puja. But all will in the end go to the same place, is known. It might not be clear to them, but is known to me. I really feel like smiling, and am feeling very very happy. And she works for a newspaper, Jugantar Patrika, not as a journalist, but as an administrative staff. But the way she was speaking, for all you know she might be a reporter there. She called me un-social, and i need to improve my behavior. Then what are they, super duper uncouth, and need complete reformation. God bless Bengal, and investments here. What was the need to come, and demand, throw their weight in this way. And this is a city.
Have found a song these women need to sing, they are good with their voices, and hence they will change.
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