I love Kolkata on Sunday. For me and a handful of others the day begins with the blessed refuge of an Orthodox Liturgy. Its difficult to imagine a better way to start the week. But Sunday brings other benefits to this city as well. This morning as I was walking back to the hostel I imagined the Kolkata as an amplifier, and on Sunday the noise/action/congestion level would be an eight out of ten. About three notches below the regular eleven out of ten. To be a foreigner in Kolkata you need to be like Bruce Lee, you “must be like water.” You must become a part of Kolkata.
My friend, Sunil Misro, is sick today. “Actually I have problem.” He says. “I’m sorry, problem with my stomach.” It was Sunday, I didn’t feel like working anyway. But I can’t stop my greedy eyes. There’s always another colourful wall with a woman in a bright Sari walking by; or another colonial building with trees growing from the walls; or a little girl pretending to drive her daddy’s auto rickshaw. How can I miss such a day? Besides its nice to get my hands on the digital camera for change. So I wandered into the Muslim part of town. Have a look at People, Places, and Things.
And for all you non-believers. Boneless chickens do exist. They breed them in Kolkata.
