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Chandannagar-Ian’s gear up for the commencement of the preparation for Jagadhatri Puja

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The Themed Temple:

While transforming the shelter into the Abode of Worship, it’s the assiduity with which the Committee Members embarks upon creating a passage to the place of worship. This time, in accordance with the preordain theme, it has been decided that the passage would be open-sky; in Hinduism – ‘open sky’ serves as a metaphor for a clear and knowledgeable mind, devoid of emotional clutter.

When some of the community members were savouring the beauty of the open sky, others began assembling inside the under-progress mandap as daylight faded, and stars had emerged, because it was the time for the artisans, to apply colours to the sculpted face of the Mother Jagadhatri; to decorate the eyes (Chokkhu Daan). The eyes are the most prominent and striking feature of the Goddess and they have to be impeccably faultless.

The imaginations were limitless hallucinations – having large eyes, a classic beauty, and a look in her eyes that makes it seems like she knows everything about this materialistic world; look beautiful and possess a warm and loving smile. But, also imagine that she might be able to turn ruthless enough to starve the entire world if needed; imagine that she looks like someone, not to be messed with because she might tear the world apart.

As the artisans holding the brush like a conductor commenced the mystifying move of their fingers, the gathered spectators were perplexed, and soon the place became absolutely Speakti not silent.

Movements of the hand are mostly enabled by muscles in the forearm, following a sensible response from the brain; a sheer phenomenon guided by the aspirations triggered by the deep-rooted thought process.

All the four major characteristics – Flexion: Moving the base of the finger towards the palm;

Extension: Moving the base of the fingers away from the palm;

Adduction: Moving the fingers toward the middle finger;

Abduction: Moving the fingers away from the middle finger, were exhibited by the artisan.

Some while later, the Sclera was visualised -white in colour.

After the Sclera, the painters were boldly circumspect. It was the juncture when the extreme acumen was to be tested.

It would be the Iris, and Pupil which would magnify the glory of the goddess. The look that which would epitomise femineity; the look that which would be appreciated by millions over the next few days; most importantly the look that which would remain in the hearts for the next several years; the look that which could fetch the organisers the coveted accolades, a trust which attracts the dedicated well-wishers who keeps visiting the worship place of Aurobindo Sangha Jagadhatri Puja Committee for years.

For, the face is not crafted out from any mould, but indiscriminately sculpted by bare hands out of sheer passion. Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.

On one hand we know that Destiny is a course or result of events. But, on the other hand the translation of the Sanskrit word “Karma” is “action”. Karma refers to all physical, verbal and mental actions that we make during our life. That’s why we can argue that Karma results in Destiny. Finally, the Eyes are distinct.

The prevalent silence gave way to astonishment; satisfaction of fulfilment & mesmerisation parri-passu.

Niti Banerjee who managed to visualise the captivating effects gazed at the artistry, to her, the eyes resembled to that of her, beloved daughter Debanita – a budding technocrat. It was peer Telepathy, a bond that transcends the physical realm, what made Niti’s besty Lina Sanyal to arrive at the spot after a tiring day at her office. Lina was particularly investigative about the depth of the eyes, those which she considers to have a striking similarity with her only princess Barbie, who is not at Chandannagar at the moment, but is schedule to reach on 06^th.

The feat soon spread like a wildfire; Seuli Nandy hurried to the spot, and so did Bulbuli Banerjee. Both of them have grown-up son’s – Shirshak Nandy & Pratyush Banerjee. So fascinated these mothers were, they had completely lost their voices. Same was with Bandhana, mother of Papia. She could manage to bow down in front of the sculpture, and her beholden hands touching her forehead.

To be continued………