prasad1
Active member
I used to visit Calcutta(old spelling) and did not know any better. It was one of the big metropolis I lived, studied, and often visited in my younger days. I do not have great memory of the city.
Its Kolkata..!!
I think, the only place in India where people still thinking the British is still ruling India..!!
Crawling “Tram’s” across road !! (It is the only city of India where you can find Tram; the transport system since the British age.)
The public transport system looks age of centuries..!!
Everywhere u can see solid bright yellow color Ambassadors as Taxi. Yellow like a slick Italian sports car only old and with more dents in the body than…. well.
Calcutta was really hot ! Not slang but real. Impressive! Ha Ha. Hot and Humid..!!
Real Indian Smell the traffic in Calcutta was so woow !! The streets are more narrow and crowded. Evenings, crowded and noisy(hORN,hORN,hORN..) roads fill with local vendors and “pull rickshaws”. Making the road transport so Horrible !!!
The biggest visual difference you can see is the “pull rickshaws”. I have heard about them in history books. Calcutta is the last place on earth you can find them. (I am not sure that is true, but then I have never checked either..!!)
Rickshaw pullers have been described as human horses..!! How sad !! People treating like animals !! They are not pulling this rickshaws for fun, but for fill their stomach !!
Busing other people like myself around the city, with no shoes, no food in their stomach, really nothing to live off of. Most of them are from the neighboring states like Bihar and Jharkhand and belong to uneducated and poor families. Most sleep, eat and live on the city's crowded pavements. In most cases they do not own the vehicles, but pay a sizeable portion of their earnings to hire them.
Nothing can prepare you for Kolkata. As the birthplace of an empire and the home of the late Mother Teresa, as a playground for the rich and a haven for the destitute, as a wellspring of creative energy and a center for Marxist agitation, Kolkata dares people to make sense of it.
Oh and wait for one of those Rains. Water does not run out. The sewers spills on the road, and you are walking in waist deep cesspool. I dead going to visit my brothers, just because I have to Transit thru this God forsaken place on earth.
Its Kolkata..!!
I think, the only place in India where people still thinking the British is still ruling India..!!
Crawling “Tram’s” across road !! (It is the only city of India where you can find Tram; the transport system since the British age.)
The public transport system looks age of centuries..!!
Everywhere u can see solid bright yellow color Ambassadors as Taxi. Yellow like a slick Italian sports car only old and with more dents in the body than…. well.
Calcutta was really hot ! Not slang but real. Impressive! Ha Ha. Hot and Humid..!!
Real Indian Smell the traffic in Calcutta was so woow !! The streets are more narrow and crowded. Evenings, crowded and noisy(hORN,hORN,hORN..) roads fill with local vendors and “pull rickshaws”. Making the road transport so Horrible !!!
The biggest visual difference you can see is the “pull rickshaws”. I have heard about them in history books. Calcutta is the last place on earth you can find them. (I am not sure that is true, but then I have never checked either..!!)
Rickshaw pullers have been described as human horses..!! How sad !! People treating like animals !! They are not pulling this rickshaws for fun, but for fill their stomach !!
Busing other people like myself around the city, with no shoes, no food in their stomach, really nothing to live off of. Most of them are from the neighboring states like Bihar and Jharkhand and belong to uneducated and poor families. Most sleep, eat and live on the city's crowded pavements. In most cases they do not own the vehicles, but pay a sizeable portion of their earnings to hire them.
Nothing can prepare you for Kolkata. As the birthplace of an empire and the home of the late Mother Teresa, as a playground for the rich and a haven for the destitute, as a wellspring of creative energy and a center for Marxist agitation, Kolkata dares people to make sense of it.
Oh and wait for one of those Rains. Water does not run out. The sewers spills on the road, and you are walking in waist deep cesspool. I dead going to visit my brothers, just because I have to Transit thru this God forsaken place on earth.