KOLKATTA
MAD RAS CAL
People go to
Mumbai to make money,
To New Delhi
To Kolkata, to
survive.
Kolkata deadens
our senses.
In no other city
on the earth, you can see
tens of
thousands sleeping under the stars,
on the
pavements. A constant flow of humanity
jams the miles
arcade along the Chauranghi street.
The miracle is
that this huge city with millions unemployed,
functions. It has not become ungovernable. It somehow
transports
millions to and
from work, water gurgles from the standing pipes in the slums. Electricity goes
on and off during the day is common. In the midst of odds, they find work in
hundreds of thousands of workshops, small cottage industries, tiny stores and
stalls, shoeshine kits, and rickshaws.
There are many thin, underfed people about, but no one is starving.
Even more
remarkable is the fact that human conduct in Kolkata
despite its
cracks and difficulties, has not degenerated. It is a big cultural center of
the country. Bengali poets dramatists,
dancers have surpassed everyone in their creativity.
Crime in Kolkata
is minimum in comparison to other cities.
The street sleepers do not cause trouble. They save every rupee to send their family in
the villages. An enormous sense of
responsibility guides the lives of these poor people and gives Kolkata a soul
that other cities might envy.
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