48 Hurried Hours in Calcutta, and a Glimpse into Old-World Slowness

Kolkata is only gradually, languidly moving into a modern metropolis, and its old-world unhurried pace of life is still its most defining feature.

Text and photographs by Ananya Jain

At the end of July, I took a two-day trip to “The City of Joy”, Kolkata, along with friends. As someone who is obsessively enthusiastic about history, I did know my fair share about the city, its roots and its flourishing culture that had repeatedly come up in my history lessons at school. Even so, it was my reading of Amitav Ghosh’s The Shadow Lines that had shaped my vision and expectations.

I had never even visited Calcutta before, yet the image created by one of my favourite books was dreamy, mysterious and one that I was looking forward to. I could almost imagine myself following in the footsteps of the book’s nameless narrator, walking the streets, talking in metaphors and attempting to find hidden pieces of history.

At Jorasanko Thakurbari (Rabindranath Tagore‘s home) with my friends

Yet, coming from Delhi, a city with years of history and culture behind it, which has still grown into a sprawling, fast-paced, crowded metropolis, I was prepared that Calcutta may not truly be like the descriptions I had read in books.

After all, the 21st century has brought about too many changes, and what was once the largest port in all of Asia would surely attract the commercialisation that globalisation brings with it. So I braced myself for an unexpected journey.

In the two days we had, my friends and I tried to cover as much as possible in order to get a small glimpse into this glorious old city. The first afternoon was spent eating lunch in a neighbourhood called Tangra, often dubbed as the Chinatown of Calcutta, at a restaurant called Kim Ling gorging on possibly the best Sino-Indian cuisine I have eaten.

Clockwise from top left: A postcard bought in Venice in the 1960s and sent to an address on Park Street in Calcutta; earrings at New Market; a vegetable vendor; an antique store

Throughout the rest of the evening, we toured the WB National University of Juridical Sciences in Salt Lake City, visited an extremely charming cafe near New Market (Raj’s Spanish Cafe), and spent the rest of the night walking around Park Street.

My favourite part of the day was walking through the crowded streets of New Market, each corner flanked with stalls of all sizes selling jewellery. The fact that it was after dark made it all the more enchanting, since the hundreds of sets of metal earrings could be seen dangling and shining, reflecting the bright street lights.

The next two days were spent rigorously sightseeing, and we managed to visit the Victoria Memorial, St. Paul’s Cathedral, Rabindranath Tagore’s home, and the Indian Museum in a span of just 24 hours.

L-R: The inside of a traditional Kolkata yellow cab; buying paan from a street vendor

But while these obvious emblems of history, both from the British Raj as well as traditional Bengali heritage, were magnificent, it was the smaller and more traditional experiences that will always stay with me.

For instance, a 45-minute boat ride on the Hooghly at Prinsep Ghat with the old Howrah Bridge in the distance was perhaps the most rewarding experience of the entire trip. Yes, the waters were extremely murky, yes, the humidity was a downside.

But everything was overlooked that evening, as the sky turned purple and we sat in silence, watching the water ripple. There were occasional bursts of soft music from our phones, and the changing times meant that the boatman wasn’t the source of song and lore anymore. But apart from that, the ride felt as timeless as a hundred years ago.

Even if your trip is short, there exists no other place like Calcutta in the entire world. They say Mumbai never sleeps, but Calcutta never stops either. Life seems to be an intermingling of fast and slow, modern and traditional.

On a street where one of the greatest symbols of imperial grandeur stands tall in the background, The Victoria Memorial, surrounded by massive and expansive green lawns, the area just outside bustles with local hawkers, truly Bengali in language and culture, with their multi-coloured stalls and carts, selling everything ranging from bhel, to puchkas, chhole kulche, shikanji, and more.

This juxtaposition of the two cultures is nowhere out of place or strange, as it represents the reality of this city, an amalgamation of Western influences, while still retaining indigenous elements.

Vidyasagar Setu Bridge (or new Howrah Bridge) across the Hooghly at sunset

In his book, The Epic City: The World On the Streets of Calcutta, Kushanava Choudhury writes about this intermixing of elements in a similar way. He says that this is what makes this city unique, because it is here that these two seemingly polar opposite elements are made to complement each other perfectly.

A lot of people claim that the city is stuck in a different time. In a recent conversation, a friend categorically described it as, “Delhi, but dirtier, smaller and worse with regard to food.” Yet, my own appraisal was at the opposite end of the spectrum.

I loved the little corners of Calcutta, the meandering narrow lanes, streets bustling with locals, people working out of colourful box-like structures, selling street food, fruits, vegetables and working all kinds of odd jobs, people across classes standing in groups, the crowd seeming never to disperse from the addas, the traditional roadside hubs where cultural and social revolutions were once sparked over cups of chai.

St. Paul’s Cathedral

Its close-knit paras (neighbourhoods) are where communities flourish together. In a world where one’s neighbour is slowly becoming a stranger, these communities have retained human communication and interaction.

I don’t think Calcutta is stuck anywhere. I think it rests in another time purposefully, resisting the waves of rapid commercialisation and cultural homogenisation that are washing out everything that made Indian cities unique and different.

The same waves that hit Delhi, Bombay and Bangalore like tsunamis making large stretches of the cityscape non-differentiable from one another appear to have paused at Calcutta’s shores.

Ananya Jain is a student of history and literature at University of St Andrews, Scotland.

First published in eShe’s September 2019 issue.

4 comments on “48 Hurried Hours in Calcutta, and a Glimpse into Old-World Slowness

  1. Ruchira Gupta

    Its a walk back in the memory lane! The scene outside the Victoria Memorial is so vividly presented that i could see myself there almost 30 years ago!! Oh, how we loved the puchkas and jhalmuri and asking for more chilli and mustard oil:) 🙂 Calcutta has a charm of its own which takes your heart away. Thanks for this lovely write-up!


  2. Sujata Bagla

    Lovely Ananya! You have captured the soul of Kolkata in your lenses and heart. Spending more than half my current life in Kolkata, I can only say there is much more to explore when you go there next time!


  3. Lovely Ananya! You have captured the soul of Kolkata in your lenses and heart.Spending more than half my current life in Kolkata, I can only say there is much more to explore when you go there next time!


  4. Farhat a Calcuttan by heart and by the virtue of birth

    Happy to read ur post Calcutta is not stuck in it’s oldness but life do stir and exist among those array of narrow lanes emerging from the narrow space between two old unpainted cemented buildings …relations and neighborhood is still in vogue which can be witnessed at this Puja time besides the baroari puja The parar ( community) puja stands witness to it … It has still retained it’s heritage of being hundreds of years along with their age old customs and beliefs …


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