My posts on Calcutta are definitely not comprehensive enough as a guide, but are fondest memories of a place called home. However to present Calcutta's unique s...
'Some may say that film-makers romanticise the old world charm of Kolkata and that they are not painting the true real life of the city. I reckon perhaps it's o...
In continuation of the "This is my Brian's Calcutta", author Brian Paul Bach shares some interesting observations on one of his favourite places in the world.
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‘Howrah Bridge!’ I utter in a stunned whisper. It’s out there somewhere, closer than I think, and it is the only way I will get into Calcutta…'
On 5th of Mar...
During every Durga Puja festival time, I get inconsolably homesick. The grey cloud lasts until the week-long festivities are over and only after that, do I mana...
It is difficult to garner and pen down my thoughts about Calcutta. Too many memories, familiarity, and intimacy always jumble up my mind, so I decided to random...
There's no food like home food and us, Bengalis celebrate festivities through our bellies. It is correctly said, that the way to a man's heart is through his st...
Christmas has its own special charm. It is the time of wonderful smelling goodies, gorgeous fairy lights, twinkling tin ornaments, and a general feeling of good...
In Calcutta we have some unique pet peeves. We love our pooches, as well cats, birds, rabbits, mice and still now our city newspapers everyday carry obituaries ...
Tall overgrown grass protect her from the harsh autumn sun and a gnarly old frangipani tree drops quiet blossoms on her. Red and yellow canna flowers throw rain...
