I visited Calcutta (I cant say Kolkata.. m sorry. But Calcutta stays Calcutta on my blog) after almost 10 years.. And the one thing i realized is that age corrupts..
In the Calcutta I remember from the trips I had in childhood, I remember beautiful colorful buses with fancy wooden windows, and this time I saw dilapidated boxes running amok on roads..
I remember elegant old world buildings with down to earth people, and I all I saw now was old buildings, with rusted broken windows.
and the crowd.. ohh the crowd.. everywhere...
Anyways, its not all bad.. Calcutta does hold a charm for me.. And I have been to no other city that can come close to it. Its the people of Calcutta. The awareness that is there.. nowhere else..
nowhere else have I seen a barber shop called - Newton Hair Saloon
nowhere else have I heard Beethoven blaring loudly at the chauraaha as a publicity thingie of a political party
nowhere else have i seen not one, but two processions, within one hour..
Being IPL season, its inevitable that IPL rules everybody. But strangely I didnt find many KKR fans in Kolkata. I asked my driver why he prefered Mumbai Indians to KKR and he kind of evaded the question by mumblings something about mumbai..
As always, I had to meet a whole lot of people there. And the more I meet people, I discover new things about myself.