I distinctly remember, years back when my father gave me history lessons from the school book, he mentioned about a place called Bandel. Ever since then I wanted to learn more about this place.It was March, the weather was still comfortable and the heat was bearable. On a bright Saturday morning, we jumped into our most honorable travel companion, the Swift and started for Bandel, to feel the culture, read the history and share what we will learn.We took the NH-2 highway and reached Dankuni after crossing the Vivekananda bridge at Dakhineshwar. Before reaching Durgapur Expressway, we took the old Delhi road or the GT Road and proceeded towards Bandel covering about 58 kilometers. On our way, I picked up one of my friends who happened to have his uncle's house at Bandel. Who else can give an account as good as a resident of a place. He was our travel guide and we followed him to soak the fantastic history which rests at Bandel.Here we go...Bandel is just like any other town in Bengal. Narrow and crowded streets form the circulatory system of the old town. A motorist has to battle out through a maize of rickshaws, hand carts, buses and people who follow one standard philosophy in life - never look left or right when crossing a road. It is the motorist; whose duty is to stop and let them cross and we patiently bowed to it and reached after 2,1/2 hours.