After the farmer workshop, from Kharagpur to Kolkata we went. Kolkata: steamy mega-city on the banks of the Hooghly river, 60 miles from the Bay of Bengal. Capitol of India during the British Raj. Home of the Indian independence movement and one-time center of politics, culture, science and education in India. Contradiction embodied, with great marble British-build edifices sharing space with goat butchers and modern telecom buildings. Urban, diverse, complex. Plagued with poverty, population, and pollution. Fascinating. A little intimidating. Extremely compelling.
One afternoon we met up with the chairman of a local NGO doing environmental conservation work in the Sundarbans. Thirty seconds after saying "namaste", we were invited to the Kolkata Press Club to attend a press conference for a group of Indian climbers about to make an attempt on Mount Everest. After the event we drank beer with some of Kolkata's intellectual elite in the Press Club pub. Unique adventure, only in Kolkata.
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Kolkata is one of the few cities in India that still has hand-pulled rickshaws |
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The Victoria Memorial Hall, remnants of the empire |
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Kolkata street-scape |
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Taxi-wala taking a break |
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Bengali food, as served at Kewpies resturant |
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Married women wear this powder in their hair parting |
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Chai-wala serving tea in Bengali clay cups |
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Street-side restaurant serving up some mean parottas |
Glad you went to Kewpies! Still one of my favorite meals in India :)
ReplyDeleteI miss India! T-minus 5 days. I hope the language program is great so far.
ReplyDeleteFresh! Catching up here and missing you and Burner (and John and James and the fam)! Love these shots and still miffed Pete and I missed our chance to go to Kewpies. xo from cool, breezy, coastal Maine ;)
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