The pathways were dark except for the spotlights coming from the grass. There was a trickle of people following the trails looking this way and that. In that half dark, half light the air seemed to throb with suspense. We were looking for the Big One, the giant of them all and as the path curved, I saw it, covered in yellow veils up to the tiara tips. Music throbbed on the giant speakers and for a moment I wondered whether the veils would drop in one orchestrated sweep and the Big One would break loose thundering across the grass towards the crowds like a Kolkata version of Jurassic Park with delighted shouts turning into screams followed by the inevitable stampede. I was told the inauguration was imminent and knowing it was a Trinamool backed puja decided not to wait for the crowds that would sweep in with the VVIPs as the yellow veils descended.