The Gastronomic Conversation…

There are countless ways of engaging with another culture. One of the best and most personal ways is definitely getting to taste the food of the people. Not the food served out at branded restaurants with impressive layouts and chefs with a long line of accomplishments trailing their names. But the food, served out from…

The Calcutta Bungalow Story…so far…

It has been a journey of more than a thousand thoughts and deeds. It continues to be a journey of Time, Vision, Initiative, Effort and pure Passion for the City, that has meandered its way into becoming what we at Calcutta Walks endearingly call- the Calcutta Bungalow project. Two friends, two hemispheres, yet one common…

Where the Future meets the Past…

  It is imperative in the scheme of evolution and development, that the Future must look to the Past for a variety of reasons…inspiration, lessons, and most importantly, a deeper understanding of the reasons why we are the way we are. There is only one via medium who can bring the Past and Future together…

ANOTHER DAY IN (A FOODIE’S) PARADISE

Of the innumerable wonders that this City offers up to the One who seeks out Her charms, Zakaria street and its bylanes, during the holy month of Ramadan, is a foodie’s paradise. Understandably, this post will never attempt to list the endless fares that are up for savouring in little, moderate or ‘let-me-have-it-all’ quantities but…

Citynama

  Just because we live and breathe our City, it does not warrant her eulogy. The roots run too deep for that. There are relationships in our lives that go beyond the usual exchange and expectations of pleasantries. Calcutta is one such relationship- she is one such connect. For the many enthusiastic walkers who have…

A WALKING CONVERSATION…

To say that the commemorative walk on 8th May 2016, celebrating the spirit of urbanist and activist Jane Jacobs was a success, is not enough. Calcutta Walks is not one to be content with mere cosmetic commemorations. It has always been actively engaged in arousing awareness and sensitizing individuals, in its own humble way, to…

A Walk to Remember…

It is an incredible statistic when you muse upon it-  Kolkata ranks at number 20 on the list of world urban areas with a population over 1,000,000, coming in at third place after Delhi and Mumbai, in India!(refer Demographia’s “World Urban Areas” study 2015). And we Calcuttans all seem to fit seamlessly into this, sometimes…

Spice and Pice

This city is of many faces. Innumerable emotions and many passions. And from this labyrinth emerge several singular expressions which take the uninitiated through a journey of overwhelming experience. No wonder that when these singularities start mingling together we end up having the chaos that is Calcutta. One such strong emotion happens to be resilience….

Winter is coming

This morning, the rays of the sun that toast your eyes till they pop open only to snap shut again in trying to adjust with the technicolor detonation that is the Calcuttan landscape, pulled a no-show. Instead, something else seduced my eyes back to slumber. Like cold cucumber slices at a spa. Like condensed droplets…

The Pearl of the Blackwaters

They say the place got its name from the locals trying to repeat what Sahebs would say when they passed by and asked of the port. Kidder port? They also say it is named after a certain Captain Kyde who was a naval engineer in the Company and got the lock gates of the port…

All in a Calcutta Minute

I am a pure bred Bombay kid. And there’s your context, for the Narnian airs I have about my time. Everything, from changing underwear to moods, apartments to governments, takes but one Bombay Minute.  21 years of being a victim and perpetrator of that blinding pace, and cut straight to the present. The scenery is…

Exploring Explorer Binjal Shah

I imagine Ifte on that ordinary Friday afternoon in April, staring at his trusty Macbook, unibrow in holy matrimony more than ever. “Hi Ifte. I’m Binjal, emailing you from a gazillion kilometers away. The last time I visited Calcutta was when I was three, so I might as well have been a fetus. Yet, something…