Shonar Bangla!
Shonar Bangla! “ Maa , I wanted to tell you something since long. I want you to meet Sonal. We have been dating each other since long and want to settle down now,”Joidev managed to utter the words after full night’s rehearsal. Joidev’s mother, Mrs Dey was highly bong in nature. She took pride in Robindro Songeet , Durga Pujo, Jamai Shosti, Maacher Jhol, Rosogolla and above all in not knowing (to speak)the national language of the country-Hindi. “Is she a Bengali?” she enquired in a most casual way. “No Maa . She is from Bihar, but has done her graduation from BHU”, Joidev spoke in a low pitch knowing completely what storm the line would bring next. “B-e-e-h-a-a-r-i!!!!” she screamed “Oh!!! So you are so grown up now. You want to marry and that too a bihari girl. Did you at all think twice before saying these to me,” Mrs Dey said in a pitch louder than normal. Mrs Dey was a widow aged around 50 and mother of her only child, whom she called Babai (typica