#birendra krishna bhadra

[jukti-torko-golpo]

মা আসছে...

When pujo vibes hit...it hits hard.

[intellectual6666]

Mahalaya came. Woke up at 3:50, mother did some rituals. And the Mahishasuramardini started playing.

"যা চণ্ডী মধুকৈটভাদিদৈত্যদলনী যা মাহিষোন্মূলিনী"

That same vibration passed all through my body. As I laid back to my bed, I could hear the soft sound of firecrackers being burned at a distant, while Birendra Krishna Bhadra's voice echoed in our house. Then came this part.

এদিকে কালান্তরে দুর্ধর্ষ দৈত্যরাজ মহিষাসুরের পরাক্রমে দেবতারা স্বর্গের অধিকার হারালেন। অসুরপতির অত্যাচারে দেবলোক বিষাদব্যথায় পরিগ্রহণ হয়ে গেল।

দেবগণ ব্রহ্মার শরণাপন্ন হ���েন। ব্রহ্মার বরেই মহিষাসুর অপরাজেয়; তাঁর দ্বারা দৈত্যরাজের ক্ষয় সম্ভবপর নয় জেনে তাঁরই নির্দেশে অমরবৃন্দ কমলযোনি বিধাতাকে মুখপাত্র করে বৈকুণ্ঠে গিয়ে দেখলেন, হরি-হর আলাপনে রত।

Heartbeat started going faster, feeling every word while my imagination created the scenario happening at heaven. Every instance brought me closer to her arrival. Abhaya's arrival.

দেবী সজ্জিতা হলেন অপূর্ব রণচণ্ডী মূর্তিতে।

হিমাচল দিলেন সিংহবাহন,

বিষ্ণু দিলেন চক্র,

পিনাকপাণি শঙ্কর দিলেন শূল,

যম দিলেন তাঁর দণ্ড,

কালদেব সুতীক্ষ্ণ খড়্গ,

চন্দ্র অষ্টচন্দ্র শোভা চর্ম দিলেন,

ধনুর্বাণ দিলেন সূর্য,

বিশ্বকর্মা অভেদবর্ম,

ব্রহ্মা দিলেন অক্ষমালা-কমণ্ডলু,

কুবের রত্নহার।

সকল দেবতা মহাদেবীকে নানা অলঙ্কারে অলঙ্কৃত ও বিবিধপ্রহরণে সুসজ্জিত করে অসুরবিজয় যাত্রায় যেতে প্রার্থনা করলেন।

This part made me cry. I cannot really explain why but this part grew the anticipation, while tiny droplets of tears formed on the corner of my eyes. I imagined our Aparupa, her beauty, glowing the brightest in the dark, bringing light and peace in our lives.

বিশ্বপ্রকৃতি মহাদেবী দুর্গার চরণে চিরন্তনী ভৈরব ধ্যানরতা পূজারিণী ভৈরবীতে গীতাঞ্জলী প্রদান করে ধন্যা হলেন।

তাঁর গীতবাণী আজ অনিলে সুনীলে নবীন অরুণোদয়ে দিকে দিকে সঞ্চারিত।

Mahalaya doesn't only brings me the joy of "Pujo chole esche" but it also gives me the pain of "Abar 1 bochor er opekkha". We all wait for these 4 days, yet they pass by in a blink. Pain overpowers our whole body even before joy can be felt. Every second which passes by brings the same thought, she will go now, just few moments more. She leaves everyone in tears, but gives us the hope to live another year, just for her.

May all you people be happy and enjoy this pujo with pure bliss.

[randomlyblue]

In the early hours of the morning, a 15 year old girl trudged out to the living room, pillow in hand, before light had even broken out over the horizon. It was 4:00 a.m. but the room was charged with a fervent sort of energy, a giddiness that finaly peaked when Birendra Krishna Bhadra's sonorous voice rang out with the first words- "আশ্বিনের শারদপ্রাতে". 

It was মহালয়া- the beginning of 'দেবীপক্ষ'. I do not think that any words, except the ones privately spoken by each Bengali to Ma, of his wishes and woes, hopes and sorrows in silent prayers between the chants during Ashtami's Anjali, can convey the feeling in his heart as one by one, all the houses are filled with 'আগমনীর গান' while the sun slowly creeps into sight like a sleepy child unable to stay away from the excitement of all his aunts, uncles and older cousins huddled outside infront of the radio with tumblers full of steaming, milky tea.

There is a certain quiet beauty in the knowledge that every year since 1931 when the show first aired, Bengalis within Kolkata and without have been dutifully waking up at 4 o'clock to welome our Maa home. A five year old girl rubs her drowsy eyes infront of the radio as she hears the voice she will learn to eagerly wait for throughout the year when she grows older, for the first time. Lying propped up on the cushions in her hospital bed, much to the protest of her nurses, her great grandmother ruefully smiles when she realises that it would be her last time, and for a glorious hour and a half, the pain of the cancer in her liver bows down to মহিষাসুরমর্দিনী. A large joint family gathers in front of the antique record player, with endless cups of tea and aluminium tins of biscuits under the arches of their ancestral home in North Calcutta, where only a few days later, they would welcome their very own Ma Durga. In the servants' quarters, the 'rannar thakur' sits on the front steps of his tin roofed home with his thin daughter and thinner wife, and his stomach's grumbles of hunger are drowned out by the music carrying from the record player. A Muslim boy, not daring to tell his orthodox father, cycles to his Hindu classmate's house before the sun rises to catch the first strains of Aagomoni. For মহালয়া does not merely mark the coming of Ma, it marks the advent of hope in the form of our ten-armed Goddess for every Bengali, irrespective of his age, social standing or religion. Even if it may be just an old recording playing from some houses on the streets, to me and to any Bengali, it seems more like on one magical day every year, all the clouds in the sky strike up a wonderful heavenly orchestra of voices, filling all the empty spaces in the sky, till Ma Durga herself comes to fill up the place waiting for her on the mandaps and in our hearts.

-Priya

[desi-girll]

আশ্বিনের শারদপ্রাতে বেজে উঠেছে আলোক-মঞ্জীর;

ধরণীর বহিরাকাশে অন্তরিত মেঘমালা;

প্রকৃতির অন্তরাকাশে জাগরিত জ্যোতির্ময়ী জগন্মাতার আগমন বার্তা।

আনন্দময়ী মহামায়ার পদধ্বনি অসীম ছন্দে বেজে উঠে রূপলোক ও রসলোকে আনে নব ভাবমাধুরীর সঞ্জীবন।

তাই আনন্দিতা শ্যামলীমাতৃকার চিন্ময়ীকে মৃণ্ময়ীতে আবাহন।

আজ চিৎ-শক্তিরূপিনী বিশ্বজননীর শারদ-স্মৃতিমণ্ডিতা প্রতিমা মন্দিরে মন্দিরে ধ্যানবোধিতা।

এবার মা দুর্গার কাছে এই প্রার্থনা... অভয়া যেন বিচার পায় 🙏🏻

সকল কে জানাই, শুভ মহামায়া 🌺🪔

[heartofanenigma]

It's goosebumps inducing, birendra krishna bhadra is welcoming maa in my ears, it's thundering outside, the night which was uncomfortable a few hours ago just because pleasant somehow.

[jinyslog]

Mahalaya—Bengalis hold this tradition of waking up at 4 AM and listening to the Chandi Path narrated by Birendra Krishna Bhadra with such reverence, as if we aren’t already accustomed to staying awake until then in these modern times. You’d think this practice is carved into the pages of history, passed down through generations. But no, it’s not about rigid traditions or ancient scripts. It’s simply the unbridled flow of emotions that connects us deeply to this moment, year after year.

[sampreeti-writes]

Dawn of Devipaksha

As a Bangali, the dawn of Mahalaya is nothing less than pure magic every year. And the excitement peaks from the night before.

I always spend Mahalaya in my Grandparent's house. Either I stay the previous night at their place or I run to their house even before the sun rises ( they live very close to my home ).

The thrill of running through the dark streets just as the loud speaker comes to life with Birendra Krishna Bhadra's voice is indescribable.

I can never sleep on the night before mahalaya. I keep looking at the clock every five minutes. When will it be 4 AM? When will I hear the first strains of Chandipath?

I sit with my grandparents and listen to the radio. And it must be a radio....The radio cannot be replaced by a CD or something. There is an old radio which is an Integral part of my Mahalaya. We sit, listening to it and sharing stories about the gods and goddesses. And sometimes my grandparents indulge in memories of their childhood.

I go through the various Mahalaya TV programs as well. Same story, every year, yet the same thrill.

The world feels different from Mahalaya till the Pujo ends. It's almost as if you can feel Mother's embrace in the air. It feels like things would be okay again. Life has changed so much, I am an adult now. Life showed me so many good things and bad, met people and lost a few. Yet Mahalaya remained the same. The feeling of Mahalaya is home.

[imnotrevealingmyname]

Homesick

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort (kinda)

A/N: Just some Bong stuff, iykyk.

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"Fucking hell, turn that wretched thing off,"Loki grumbled beside you, and you made an irritated sound, grabbing at your vibrating phone and pulling it back under the blanket.

"Sorry,"you whispered, turning your head to kiss his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

You turned the brightness on your phone down so it wouldn't disturb him, and settled back down.

His arms tightened around your waist and he pulled you close. You sighed happily, arranging your earphones so the cords wouldn't dig into your face, and opened up the recording you had downloaded last night.

The skies outside were still pitch black, and would remain so for at least another hour or so. At least you could use that to imagine you were still back in Kolkata, lying in bed, half asleep with Mahishasuramardini playing on the radio.

Except, you didn't fall asleep as quickly anymore, lost in your memories of the first Mahalaya you had woken up for.

How long had it been since you had last visited during the Puja? Six, seven years? More?

You buried the rush of nostalgia against the pillow, eyes burning with unshed tears.

It wasn't actually Mahalaya yet, of course. There were still around ten hours left for the actual tithi and for the actual recording to play on radio. But you followed the tradition early, as always, to make it seem more real. You wouldn't get the feel of it if you chose to listen to it in the mid afternoon. And you had work.

You might just stay in today, though.

You were just beginning to doze off a little when Loki stirred behind you, lightly stroking your hip.

"Give me one end,"he said quietly, holding out a hand. You took one end of the earphones out of your ear and handed it to him. He hummed in contentment, and you bit your lower lip, eyes closed, trying not to cry as he held you at four in the morning and listened to the Mahalaya recording with you.

When "Tabo Achinta" started playing, you wondered if you had ever made it this far into the programme.

Sensing the tension coursing through you, Loki bent over you to kiss your face. "Why don't you visit this year?"

"Work,"you whispered back, hating yourself for your answer. You had visited about a year and a half ago, but it just wasn't possible to visit every Puja.

"You're going to visit next year to renew your Visa, right? Why not during Durga Puja?"

"I'll have to see if I can even get a date,"you said dejectedly, turning a little to tuck your head into his neck. He sighed, falling silent, pretending to not notice the few stray tears wetting his exposed skin.

"Do you ever miss Asgard?"you asked, after a while, not looking up at him. He didn't respond for a long time, but then nodded once. Just one jerk of his head.

"I should not, but some things cannot be helped, apparently,"he said gruffly.

You kissed his neck, damp from your tears, and slid your hand under his shirt to feel the slow rise and fall of his chest under your palm. His skin was comfortably cool, dented here and there from the creases in his shirt and the blanket. Your fingers traced over the tiny scars littering his chest, and found the long one on his side that travelled from near the middle of his ribs straight down to his abdomen. He shuddered a little, leaning into your touch.

Just as the song ended and Birendra Krishna Bhadra started reciting hymns and prayers again, you looked up at him.

"We'll be alright, you know."

Loki stared back at you in the tremulous darkness of early dawn, and you wondered what he was thinking. "I know."

[arachneofthoughts]

An Ode to My Childhood : 6

Dawn of Devipaksha

As a Bangali, the dawn of Mahalaya is nothing less than pure magic every year. And the excitement peaks from the night before.

I always spend Mahalaya in my Grandparent's house. Either I stay the previous night at their place or I run to their house even before the sun rises ( they live very close to my home ).

The thrill of running through the dark streets just as the loud speaker comes to life with Birendra Krishna Bhadra's voice is indescribable.

I can never sleep on the night before mahalaya. I keep looking at the clock every five minutes. When will it be 4 AM? When will I hear the first strains of Chandipath?

I sit with my grandparents and listen to the radio. And it must be a radio....The radio cannot be replaced by a CD or something. There is an old radio which is an Integral part of my Mahalaya. We sit, listening to it and sharing stories about the gods and goddesses. And sometimes my grandparents indulge in memories of their childhood.

I go through the various Mahalaya TV programs as well. Same story, every year, yet the same thrill.

The world feels different from Mahalaya till the Pujo ends. It's almost as if you can feel Mother's embrace in the air. It feels like things would be okay again. Life has changed so much, I am an adult now. Life showed me so many good things and bad, met people and lost a few. Yet Mahalaya remained the same. The feeling of Mahalaya is home.

Mahalaya is the end of Pitripaksha and beginning of Devipaksha. Bengalis hold this day very close to their heart. It is on the dawn of this day, the eyes of the Durga idols are drawn. The most iconic Bengali radio program was aired for the first time in 1931 and has since become an emotion for the Bengalis. It is broadcasted every year at 4 AM. I have added a link to the wikipedia page about this program. And here is the link to the actual thing.

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[medusasprotegedaughter]

For the umpteenth time, it's not Shubho Mahalaya. Mahālayā - today - marks the transition of pitripokkho (pitripaksha; পিতৃপক্ষ) to debipokkho (devipaksha; দেবীপক্ষ). It's a phase or a kshan (ক্ষণ) before starting with the ten-days festivities. It's a day to commemorate our dear departed, our ancesters which implies that you don't put a "Happy" before the occasion. It's like dawn marking the start of the day after a long drawn night. The sun is yet to rise high up in the sky. The hustle and rush-hour is yet to begin. You take this time when the air is quite and all you can across the wgole of horizon is the resonating stōtras of Birendra Krishna Bhadra and the cormorants, the kites, and the mainas getting ready for their day as the new sun slowly rises up like an orange yolk, full with naivety. It's a moment of peace and of offering your reverence. You give yourself up to infinity of Nature.

In Hindu shāstras, this is who we call Durgā. Ādyashakti. A naked singularity. A source of your breath. The destroyer of evil. The harbinger of justice.

Let this autumn bring you the harmony you so rightly deserve. Shubho Shārodiyā.

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[intellectual6666]

My mum was surfing through facebook and suddenly Mahalaya started playing. That Birendra Krishna Bhadra's voice, that chorus, godly. I was working and I suddenly stopped. You know whenever Mahalaya reaches my ears, the whole world gets quiet, only that one thing plays in my mind. Every thing stops and I can only feel that one thing all over my body. Why does this happen ? Why does listening Mahalaya at any moment brings each and every picture in my mind ? Ma Durga coming, Shiv ji waiting for her, me crying on Dashami, that smell of শরৎ কাল । Mahalaya holds such emotion in each and every heart of bengali that it brings out overwhelming feelings when this is played.

"আশ্বিনের শারদপ্রাতে বেজে উঠেছে আলোক-মঞ্জীর;

ধরণীর বহিরাকাশে অন্তরিত মেঘমালা;

প্রকৃতির অন্তরাকাশে জাগরিত জ্যোতির্ময়ী জগন্মাতার আগমন বার্তা।"

[newsyatra]

Mahalaya Birendra Bhadra Mahishasur Mardini Is The Ultimate Tradition Of Bangal And Durga Puja | बंगाल में धार्मिक रस्मों से नहीं रेडियो ड्रामा से होती है नवरात्र की शुरुआत

Mahalaya Birendra Bhadra Mahishasur Mardini Is The Ultimate Tradition Of Bangal And Durga Puja | बंगाल में धार्मिक रस्मों से नहीं रेडियो ड्रामा से होती है नवरात्र की शुरुआत

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पितृपक्ष विसर्जन अमावस्या के दिन सुबह चार बजे देश और दुनिया के तमाम बंगाली उठ जाते हैं. श्राद्ध पक्ष के खत्म होने और दुर्गापूजा के आने के बीच इस दिन अल सुबह हर पारंपरिक परिवार में एक रस्म निभाई जाती है. रेडियो ऑन करके वीरेंद्र कृष्ण भद्र के धार्मिक प्ले महिषासुर मर्दनी को न सुन लिया…

[jukti-torko-golpo]

This reminds me of the Mahalaya Chandipath of Birendra Krishna Bhadra.

দেবী সজ্জিতা হলেন অপূর্ব রণচণ্ডী মূর্তিতে।

হিমাচল দিলেন সিংহবাহন,

বিষ্ণু দিলেন চক্র,

পিনাকপাণি শঙ্কর দিলেন শূল,

যম দিলেন তাঁর দণ্ড,

কালদেব সুতীক্ষ্ণ খড়্গ,

চন্দ্র অষ্টচন্দ্র শোভা চর্ম দিলেন,

ধনুর্বাণ দিলেন সূর্য,

বিশ্বকর্মা অভেদবর্ম,

ব্রহ্মা দিলেন অক্ষমালা-কমণ্ডলু,

কুবের রত্নহার।

সকল দেবতা মহাদেবীকে নানা অলঙ্কারে অলঙ্কৃত ও বিবিধপ্রহরণে সুসজ্জিত করে অসুরবিজয় যাত্রায় যেতে প্রার্থনা করলেন।

Indra giving a bell from Airavata and the other deities giving jewelry to Devi 🥺

[thatchaoticdesigirl]

I think durga puja is a lot about hope. A hope that everything will be alright. Today's generation does not have it easy. Each and every person fights their own battles, fake smiles on their faces, forced laughter filling the air. But as the voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra is heard on the eve of Mahalaya, people leave their mechanical lives and breathe in air filled with hope. That belief that Maa is here and she is going to take care of everything. To that child in the dysfunctional family, that single mother, that single financially struggling father...Maa gives them hope. And because of that hope they can be happy, even if it’s just for these 10 days.

Nobody is sad during Durga puja despite all their problems. And the festival does work wonders. There are families that come together, last friendships rekindled last love found again fighting parents trying to keep aside their problems so that their child has a happy time because nobody is sad during Durga puja. Nobody SHOULD be sad during Durga puja. Because for us Bengalis Durga puja is more important than all our problems…big or small.

And you can’t really be sad in this city of joy. The people, the idols, the vibes and atmosphere will automatically bring a smile on the most forlorn of faces. And that’s Durga puja for you...bringing smiles and hopes with chant of “Bolo Dugga Mai Ki Joy”.

[gryffindordaughterofathena]

Heard you wanted anons? Surprise b*tch!

Do you listen to the OG radio mahalaya these years, or were you used to doing so in the past?

I LISTEN TO IT EVERY YEAR!

The og mahalaya radio program by Birendra Krishna Bhadra is something that will never be replaced in my life by anything else.

As long as I can remember I would wake up even before it's light on Mahalaya and then listen to the radio program. It's not Durga Pujo without it.

[subho-nil]

বাজলো তোমার আলোর বেনু. .. Early in the morning, Mahishasura Mardini and Chandi path in the voice of Late Shri Birendra Krishna Bhadra literally gives goosebumps to us all.

মা আসছেন ! Mahalaya 2020.