I don’t seem to be liking Kolkata any more. I really don’t know whether it is the muggy, clingy, sticky humidity or, whether it is just that I don’t seem to like the city. Bottom-line I am having a fairly torrid time this visit around.
Which is by itself very odd. This was supposed to be a ‘happy’ visit.
I tend to console myself by saying that I have been away from the city for so long – close to half a decade now that I cannot really align myself with the pace and spaces around me. And, that Kolkata has grown by leaps and bounds while not being able to figure out how best to carve out an identity for itself. For example, cities like Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai, Bangalore etc have a ‘media driven’ face and ‘culture’. For close to 30 years, Kolkata has been the place for ‘Dada’ s – that half affectionate and half snarky term that denotes anyone Bengali (or, Bong if you are so inclined). And, in the midst of all my difficulties, the spaces in and around the city that I could identify with. Or, recall fond memories of have changed. Radically.
It is as if the city decided to implode and morph and, all I saw was the transition period. Hell fire. Purgatory would probably be a good place.