I wonder why they call it the City of Joy. Is it because you can’t help but 
keep stuffing yourself with mouthfuls of mishti?
Or is it because most medical stores don’t open until 11 am and
everyday is a Sunday here? Or could it be because you can see a
gorgeous silver moon at 4.30 pm?  

 

If
you are planning a holiday here, try and visit when you can participate
in three Kolkata rituals: the acoustic grandeur of a match at Eden
Gardens; a vintage Bengali wedding complete with a bride being carried
around the groom and peeking at him through betel leaves and the
holiday season of Durga Puja.

 

Howrah railway station at 1 am is the same as Howrah at 1 pm – abuzz with 
greetings and kemo nachhos all
around. As the cool night air blows away the disgust of a 7-minute
distance being prolonged to 70 minutes in the train, the new Howrah
Bridge shimmers in the distance. If it weren’t for the Ambassador (yes,
the Kolkatians love their rotund car), we could have been in San
Francisco overlooking the Golden Gate. 

 

The
next day (damn! Sunbeam comes peering in at 4.30 am), we began our
Kolkata capers. Kolkata is not about the sightseeing. It’s not the
awesome, poetic Delhi of palaces, forts and tombs nestled among
sprawling lawns. Here it’s football, a bit of cricket and the religion
of food! Kolkata is about the experiences. Walking through a tiny lane
full of traffic, parking on both sides and yet no frayed tempers. “Here
everybody adjusts,” a mashi tells me. So after a breakfast (that’s more like 
lunch to my Mumbai stomach) of luchi (puris), potatoes and of course a sweet, 
we head off to Jagannath Bazaar. 

 

On the way, we pass Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose’s home but “that’s only if you 
are really patriotic,” grins dada, “More important is the machch (fish).” And 
what a journey into the bowels of the fish market! Lobsters vying for your 
attention, 5 kg rui and hilsa
on proud display – not only an assortment of fish but an equal number
of manners in which they need to be chopped. If it’s a 2-inch piece,
it’s for the curry. If it’s 2-and-a-half inches, it’s for frying. If
it’s fillet, it’s for the chop. And all these are regular home
requirements. Precision that would put a pilot to shame. 

 

After
all the haggling, we head for a Kolkata speciality. Balwant Singh’s
Eating House, Harish Mukherjee Road, is just another Sikh joint next to
a gurudwara, till you are handed a jugfull of a concoction called doodh-cola. 
Milk and Coke? You shuffle as it’s poured daintily into your kullad (earthen 
pot). Sip. Heaven.

 

After that we head to the youth haunt called New Market, ironically built in 
1847. Start off your shopping plans with some churmur (mixed bhel).
Walk around, bargain for the best deals, and buy everything from
clothes to all sorts of accessories and home ware. Lost in the maze and
jingling with pretty blue bangles, we take refuge in the warm baklawa of a 
Jewish bakery. 

 

It’s
nearing sun-down and time to head out. Karcos, the famous Kolkata rolls
guy, tempts you. A chicken roll and an egg roll, without any sauces, is
the legend of Kolkata. Just like the murals, 100-year-old baris (homes) with 
their stark red cement flooring intact and an ancient loo that could classify 
as a heritage structure. A pungent puchka (pani-puri) rounds off the flavour 
chart for the evening.

 

Breakfast
the next morning is at another Kolkata legend – Flury’s at Park Street.
Vaulted ceilings, butler service, a huge chocolate carving and a
foot-long breakfast menu. “Here people have meetings over breakfast.
It’s a meal that’s as important as lunch and dinner,” we are solemnly
informed. Quiche, chicken mustard sandwich, mushroom omelette and
dessert, a chocolate shortbread and a cherry slice. Burp! And don’t
forget to buy some dark and lemon chocolate for later. You will need it
after your camp at China Town and fiery momos on the menu. 

After
a siesta, we head to Cakes and then to Cookie Jar, neighbours of
Kolkata’s elite La Martiniere school, Rawdon Street. These are for the
chocolate connoisseurs. You can’t miss the Chocolate Excel slice, the
Ganache and the very unique Chocolate Pudding. 

 

Spend
a night on the town at Park Street. Dine at Peter Cat and go
pub-hopping till 1.30 am. Scare the life out of your neighbour’s by
knocking on a few doors on your way home and it will set the mood for
the prefect gossip around breakfast the next day.. “Ki holo?” add your 
two-pence too as you spoon up your mishti doi at the centurion Ganguram. Fun 
vacations! 

Next head to Kalighat. Lined with shonkh (conches), rudraksh and all sorts of 
evil-eye warders, the Kali temple where animal sacrifice has replaced human, 
intrigues. 

 

The
ancient trams pass us by along their Kalighat-Ballygunj route and we
stroll off for some peace amidst the shady fronds of the Aurobindo
Ashram. Remove your shoes, switch off your cell phones, seat yourself
on the white marble and shut your eyes. Let the silence of the gurgling
lotus pool and the fragrance of incense centre you. On your way out,
stop at the Aurobindo store and pick up some dry masalas, kasundi (mustard), 
unusual olive, cherry and plum pickles, guava jam and acupressure apparatus.   

 

Next
on our agenda is the Victoria Memorial. Stroll along the Maidan (that’s
officially the name of the place), be enamoured by horses and ponies
grazing freely around and don’t forget to be the superstar of the
evening. Pose for a portrait for Rs 20 and ensure your 15 minutes of
fame with a whole crowd of people staring at you. And if that’s been
too much to handle, grab a few kala khata sweets and
plunge into the serenity of the colossal Victoria Memorial. Take a walk
inside and admire the armoury, then head out into the pink dusk hanging
over the white, intricately carved marble. We let our noses run with
some hot jhalmudi and click our glasses of masala Thumb’s-Up to the city whose 
rossogulla and sandhesh mills do not stop even in the midst of a decade’s worst 
riots. 

 

As
the full moon reflects off at 5 pm, we huddle together for a photograph
in which none of us can stop laughing. Friends, food, fun and a lovely
city to explore – that’s why Kolkata is after all, the city of joy!
 
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