I think I have finally figured out what inspires me to write. Experiences.
In Kolkata this time and there are a few peculiarities of this place I would like to jot down in one place. So blow the dust of the laptop, pull the keyboard close, and type away.
Kidding, it's an overused laptop.
Anyway.
I was told by Dad to expect a white and black city. An from what I knew, a grimy, sultry, sticky weather. My first impression of the city when I landed could not have been farther from that. A line of quaint old yellow cabs waited for me. The colour choice itself radiates a sense of happiness. As I boarded my cab, the familiar sound of Kishore reached my ears. Honestly, it sounds really cliched, but this place plays Dada's songs all the time. Everywhere. (Except the flight, that was Beatles and Eagles. Hell, yeah!) And so, began my trip. Enroute to my place of stay, I crossed a gigantic Big Ben replica (Mamata Banerjee's gift to Kolkata), the Salt Lake, the Salt Lake stadium and then climbed a highway with never ending blue fairy lights decorating the railings and the lampposts. Honestly, never ending. The guided me all the way to Park street, the poshest area here and also my stay. Woah, so much for the black and white. The next day brought with it more peculiarities of the city. Like the fascination with sweets, with cigarettes, with paan. The place reeks of the British Era, gorgeous Victorian Style buildings, I happened to cross the Victoria Memorial today, enroute to Fort William. And boy oh boy, I could stay in the Fort William area for another fortnight. Dreamy. And I got a sneak peek into the famous sports here, football and cricket. Every nook and cranny has kids playing one of these. A very healthy lifestyle, I must say. Of course, that is, till they get into the smoke and the betel leaf. And I had dinner at the 'Football and Cricket club of Kolkata'. A gorgeous place, with the wind blowing you away, much like the ambiance. Also, polo is a pretty popular sport here, with a lot of clubs around and horse breeding happening very casually on open roads. And of course, how can I miss the Calcutta cotton sarees. Was tempted to pick one, before I realised I don't wear sarees. So a Lakhnawi kurti got my wallet instead.
All in all, except for the fact that the entire city shuts down by 8, and the places to roam about are pretty limited, I would rate this city high. Pretty old world charm here. And in case you were wondering, didn't see the Howrah bridge or the trams, There's just one functional tram here anyway and it runs at one tenth the speed a normal person walks.
Oh also, I like the kind of crowd around here. Plump and jolly. Cute guys too.
Anyway, rambling. Gotta go, will sign back in from a different city next. ;)
#MeriPyaariBindu
In Kolkata this time and there are a few peculiarities of this place I would like to jot down in one place. So blow the dust of the laptop, pull the keyboard close, and type away.
Kidding, it's an overused laptop.
Anyway.
I was told by Dad to expect a white and black city. An from what I knew, a grimy, sultry, sticky weather. My first impression of the city when I landed could not have been farther from that. A line of quaint old yellow cabs waited for me. The colour choice itself radiates a sense of happiness. As I boarded my cab, the familiar sound of Kishore reached my ears. Honestly, it sounds really cliched, but this place plays Dada's songs all the time. Everywhere. (Except the flight, that was Beatles and Eagles. Hell, yeah!) And so, began my trip. Enroute to my place of stay, I crossed a gigantic Big Ben replica (Mamata Banerjee's gift to Kolkata), the Salt Lake, the Salt Lake stadium and then climbed a highway with never ending blue fairy lights decorating the railings and the lampposts. Honestly, never ending. The guided me all the way to Park street, the poshest area here and also my stay. Woah, so much for the black and white. The next day brought with it more peculiarities of the city. Like the fascination with sweets, with cigarettes, with paan. The place reeks of the British Era, gorgeous Victorian Style buildings, I happened to cross the Victoria Memorial today, enroute to Fort William. And boy oh boy, I could stay in the Fort William area for another fortnight. Dreamy. And I got a sneak peek into the famous sports here, football and cricket. Every nook and cranny has kids playing one of these. A very healthy lifestyle, I must say. Of course, that is, till they get into the smoke and the betel leaf. And I had dinner at the 'Football and Cricket club of Kolkata'. A gorgeous place, with the wind blowing you away, much like the ambiance. Also, polo is a pretty popular sport here, with a lot of clubs around and horse breeding happening very casually on open roads. And of course, how can I miss the Calcutta cotton sarees. Was tempted to pick one, before I realised I don't wear sarees. So a Lakhnawi kurti got my wallet instead.
All in all, except for the fact that the entire city shuts down by 8, and the places to roam about are pretty limited, I would rate this city high. Pretty old world charm here. And in case you were wondering, didn't see the Howrah bridge or the trams, There's just one functional tram here anyway and it runs at one tenth the speed a normal person walks.
Oh also, I like the kind of crowd around here. Plump and jolly. Cute guys too.
Anyway, rambling. Gotta go, will sign back in from a different city next. ;)
#MeriPyaariBindu
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