A long time ago, this meant buying yourself a shiny new cap pistol.. being gifted no less than 5 matching sets of clothes.. keeping your heartbeat in check before that all night pandal hopping excursion (only to fall asleep somewhere between Mohammad Ali Park and College Square).. eating copious quantities of street food (followed by a spoonful of Aquaticotis as soon as you reached home).. and feeling a sense of irreparable loss on Doshomi as you watched your mother smear sindur on the Mother.
Now, it means taking a 15 minute break from work to stare at Kolkata on Facebook.
