Arnab da, I’m reading your concerns about pujo budget, but honestly, bhai—if our chawl can pool together for a pandal every year without a committee fighting for six months, surely a family can sort it out in one evening. My father always said: you see the iron bend, you adjust the heat, you don’t call a meeting about it. Besides, nothing beats lighting a diya at our local Kalibari after a monsoon maidan match—sweat still drying, laddoo from the corner shop in hand. That’s the real pujo, yaar.

Back in our Kolhapur chawl, my mother’s mutton rassa would simmer for hours, the whole lane knowing it’s Sunday! Here, we don’t measure—you learn by watching, yaar. That patience in the pot is what makes it home.