Food Street of The Steel City

Every evening, after the sun sets in the steel city, the sky lights up. The orange glow can be attributed partially to the burning metal at the steel plant, and partially, to the illuminated carts of the food street in the heart of the town. Tatanagar was founded a little over 100 years ago when Jamshedji Tata decided to set up a steel plant here. … Continue reading Food Street of The Steel City

A Warm Summer Day and A Cone of Vanilla Ice Cream

A warm, sultry day, two tired people, a parched throat, and a rumbling tummy. No, this is not the title of my next film, but the condition I am in now. In the middle of the Dutch capital, at the peak of the tourist season, on a Friday. While planning my trip to Amsterdam, it had been really hard for me to find a hotel … Continue reading A Warm Summer Day and A Cone of Vanilla Ice Cream

Stranded In A Food Haven

What do you do when you find yourself stuck at a railway station with a first class ticket but no train? You eat. Well that’s what I did. I am supposed to be on my way to Shantiniketan this morning but my train has been diverted and I have had to get off barely forty minutes after starting from Calcutta. Presently in a tiny station … Continue reading Stranded In A Food Haven

An Incomplete Breakfast By The Sea

Four tiny vadas, and one sticky, steaming hot idli, eaten at a stall, sitting on a narrow bench that had turned black with dirt and grime, with just a few street kids playing across the road, and the family of three — mother, father, son, — taking turns at the stove, the tap, and the cash box, was the most satisfying meal I had eaten … Continue reading An Incomplete Breakfast By The Sea

In Tagore’s Backyard, Learning a Thing or Two

“Jodi tor daak sune keu na aashey, tobe ekla cholo re…” the words from Rabindranath Tagore’s famous song rang in my ears as I walked along the dusty path early in the morning. It may be a coincidence that I was walking in Tagore’s own backyard. The sole purpose of my visit to Bolpur, or Santiniketan, in any case was solitude. I had heard and … Continue reading In Tagore’s Backyard, Learning a Thing or Two

Of Ruins and Rave

Imagine a bicycle hanging above your head even as you sip your favourite cocktail lounging in a lopsided couch. Imagine drinking your favorite pálinka sitting in a dentist’s chair together with a bathtub and a gutted Trabant for company. Think private feature films in open-air cinemas and concerts and exhibitions through the day. If you love sports, think of a game of table tennis or … Continue reading Of Ruins and Rave

Dhabas of the GT Road

One of the many things that Sher-Shah-Suri had in mind while building the Grand Trunk Road was the safety and convenience of his people. It was with this vision that he had built inns for travellers and shelters for their animals along the road. These inns, built at every kos (2.25 miles), were marked by a tall brick tower called kos-minar, which could be spotted … Continue reading Dhabas of the GT Road