banno, dhanno and teja in bumm-bumm-bhole-land

then, and before, and after

The day began with the deliciousness of nutan-gur rasogollas. I had my share of 2, then went for a bath. Teja left me 1, from his share, which I had without demur.

Before that, there had been the pale blue house in the tube-lit street at 4 am, a walk up red stairs, and paintings on every landing, and a bed which did not move, and soft blankets, and a clean bathroom.

And before that, there was Howrah Station at 2 am, and a waiting room that was out of a Rituparno Ghosh film, and another train that was late, and deciding to quit the journey and take a morning off, and a long queue at the pre-paid taxi booth, and walking outside the station and finding a cab.

And the rasogollas brought forth a long forgotten desire to learn the Bengali script, so that I can read Bengali novels, not only the translations. “And why not?’ I said to our friend in the blue house with many odd-shaped rooms, ‘I can read books in Marathi, Hindi, Gujarati, and very slowly, in Urdu. I’m sure I can learn to read Bengali.”

So the only morning in Kolkata was spent in Chuckerverrty Chatterjee and Sons of College Street, buying the book that will teach me Bengali, and some more translations, some which are available online, but the buying of them at CC&S makes them more Bengali, so to speak.

Then a hurried visit to the Indian Coffee House down the corridor. Fooled by the prices, I ordered a chicken cutlet and chicken sandwiches, and realised one of the either would have been enough.

Waiting for a taxi on MG road, we get into a bus. So there was a bus ride to Howrah Station and a few photographs. Calcutta has bits of Bombay in it, as we drive closer to the station, carts overloaded with huge parcels, coolies carrying goods, markets and more markets, and crowds. But before that there is the long stretch of band shops, shehnai bands, and wedding bands, and the best Indian bands, and more bands. I like travelling to places that seem familiar, and yet are so different, which is almost everywhere in India.

Puri at midnight is quiet, peaceful, as we move through it slowly on a cycle rickshaw. For a few minutes, the town is ours, as its inhabitants sleep. Before that, was a tedious journey by a train that is Duronto only in name.

And then, we watch ourselves fall. A few minutes before that, I thought, “This cycle rickshaw could topple so easily.” A few minutes later, outside the hotel, just as we are about to stop, an auto rickshaw comes hurtling at us from the other side of the road, as if he hated the sight of us. He hits us and drives away, at the same speed. The cycle rickshaw, the rickshaw-wala, Teja and I fall in slow motion. We watch ourselves fall, and perhaps watching, we are able to fall without getting too hurt.

The shock comes later.

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19 comments on “then, and before, and after

  1. Space Bar
    February 25, 2013

    Gosh! Hope y’all are okay!

    • Banno
      February 25, 2013

      Yes, Space Bar, we are fine.

  2. Anu Warrier
    February 25, 2013

    Uff! You guys okay??

    • Banno
      February 25, 2013

      Yes, Anu, thank you, we are.

  3. harveypam
    February 25, 2013

    Kya yaar, filmi ending diya, hamara bhi to khayal karo. Hope everybody is okay! If you were able to write this post after that accident, I presume you are okay! Nevertheless, please do tell if everybody and everything is alright.

    • Banno
      February 25, 2013

      Harvey, that is called a hook. :) Yes, we are fine.

      • harveypam
        February 25, 2013

        khali-pili daraa diyaa na mereko! ;-)

        • Banno
          February 25, 2013

          :)

  4. dipali
    February 25, 2013

    Do you return via Kolkata too? Would love to see you if you do. I hope both of you are quite all right. Falling from a rickshaw doesn’t sound good at all :(

    • Banno
      February 25, 2013

      Dipali, yes, we do return via Kolkata but are barely there for a few hours, going back to our friend’s place to pick up the books. But a holiday in Kolkata is long overdue, and I promise to plan one soon.

  5. dipali
    February 26, 2013

    Looking forward to that!

  6. Satish
    February 26, 2013

    Hope all’s well. This trip diary is a fascinating read. Looking forward to more posts.

    • Banno
      February 27, 2013

      Thank you, Satish

  7. Violet
    February 26, 2013

    Ah… rickshaw fall.. but I see in the comments above that you are fine. Thank God for that! And Calcutta is a treat.. more so for people like me who are stuck in a time warp, dreaming of times that they weren’t even born in :D

    • Banno
      February 27, 2013

      Violet, same here, I think I have fantasies about Kolkata which perhaps have little to do with the truth, influenced by films, books. :)

  8. Sanjana
    March 3, 2013

    oh boy! Glad to know you’re okay. Did the rickshaw get damaged much?
    I’ve never been to Calcutta. :(
    Just goes to show how big a country India is! I’ve been to a fair number of places in India, but there’s still SO much left to see!

    • Banno
      March 4, 2013

      Sanjana, Imagine how boring it would be once you’ve seen everything. :) The rim of the front wheel got bent, we gave him enough money to get it repaired. But the poor guy had to walk back with his rickshaw in the middle of the night. He looked really unhappy.

  9. Ankur
    March 22, 2013

    Sweet :-) as usual, and refreshing.

    • Banno
      March 24, 2013

      Thanks, Ankur. :)

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