It's about the journey from Calcutta to Kolkata. The name itself has its own sophistication-CALCUTTA, Kolkata sounds more bong. Well I never liked myself to be tagged as one of those typical bongs who are observed worldwide as 'mach-bhaat' and rosogolla eaters. I enjoy all sorts of food-spicy, tangy, sweet or any mouth savouring street food or chinese-continental is far more tempting for me than mach-bhaat. Such pre-defined bong concepts created a an unseen allergy in me to be tagged as a bong. Hence as a child, the name change in 2001 came down on me as a sheer loss of sophistication.
As years flew, Calcutta was totally taken over by kolkata for me,hardly could i recall the terrible sense of loss that I felt back in 2001.The Kolkatan life was usual for me,breathing its dusty roads and hanging from over-crowded buses was a habit.As I finished my college,I could finally manage to find an escape from this city and its bong lifestyle.
It was a hot summer evening,the last day in in this city,as I was sipping my coffee and looking through my packing,it started raining all of a sudden.I nested myself well on a bean bag beside the window. As I was watching very carefully the rain drops rolling down my pane,I breathed a sense of relief as it was the first rain this summer. As I breathed in long, suddenly I realized this is the very smell,the smell that my body embedded for 25 long years will never be smelt anymore.I am leaving or am I leaving behind something that was very mine but unrealized and un-appreciated? This city,however unorganized I have marked it so far,has the best street markets in the world.
Gariahat market has never disappointed me, I have always found the best jewellery at the best price there. There's a pleasure in that bargain as well, there is a sense of triumph finding a jewellery there thats made just for you.