I was looking forward to this trip as I had never seen a live international match, that too at the famous Eden Garden. I also have a lot of memories attached to Calcutta, the city where I started my career in the late 1990s. I was happy and waiting to see how the city had transformed after almost a decade since I was last there. I was to realise that Calcutta is one place where nothing changes, yes, of course, the traffic was more organised and the shopping windows displayed many new brands. But the authenticity of the city was intact. It’s bustling markets, the Bengali Thali at the Peerless Inn Hotel served in Aaheli, the mutton biryani with a boiled egg in it, typical Bengali style. The Chelow Kabab at Peter Cat, the mishti dhoi, Jhaal Muri in the stalls at the cricket ground. Yellow Ambassador Taxis racing through the streets. I almost had tears in my eyes walking through Rafi Kidwai Road and on the footpaths of Dharmotola and Esplanade. I started speaking in the Bengali dialect, waving, smiling and chatting to strangers “ki holo dada, ki bolbo!” My days in the city came back to me in a flash. As a young executive, I had started my work life in this city. I was with Modi Xerox & later with ABN Amro bank.