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My stomach didn’t feel entirely normal yet; I just stuck to sipping a bit of water occasionally. But at 1 pm, I decided to check out the restroom before heading for lunch. Since the crowds were less, it didn’t seem like anyone had used the toilet, and it was fairly clean.

The canteen was on the second floor, and I opted for the non-veg thali (meal) – a bit risky considering an upset stomach, but on seeing the fish curry, I wanted to try it out. It was a very simple Bengali meal – white rice, dhal, fish curry and a semi-gravy potato dish. I ate slowly. My stomach didn’t crib during lunch, and I enjoyed the meal. It felt like a nice, homely meal.

Post lunch, I attended a live science magic show. They performed what appears initially to be magic, but they explain the science behind it. The performer was adept at involving the audience and attracting the kids – it was only when I attended this show that I realized that there was a decent crowd hanging around in the museum; the entire mini-hall was almost full. More people seemed to trickle into the museum post-lunch.

I did a quick tour of the various galleries (television, metals, transportation, electricity, and physics), used the restroom one last time, and left BTIM by Uber at 2:30 pm to meet Deb.

Because of the festival, his street was cordoned off from vehicles.
“Can’t get to your street. I’m getting off at this junction. There’s a road here with plenty of bookshops,” I told him on the phone.
The lane where I got off had shops that sold educational books, and there were umpteen of them. Most of them were closed – probably festival holidays.

Only after looking at Google Maps did I realize that his home was just next to some of the most famous pandals of North Kolkata – College Square, Muhammad Ali Park and Santosh Mitra Square. Aaron, who had departed from Esplanade around the same time as me, hopped out of his cab in the traffic and joined me at the junction. Deb came a few minutes later to lead us to his home.

He took us past the swelling crowds headed to College Square; we couldn’t get into College Square – we would have to wait at least an hour to enter, but as we went by, we could see the structure they had created.
“They’ve made the Umaid Bhavan,” he said.
You can see the structure in the snap we clicked while passing by.

” Earlier, there were VIP passes for these pandals. If you had that pass, then you don’t need to wait in the queues, but this year they stopped it.”

Deb got us past a couple of manned barricades, where the police let us cross over.
“In some places in Kolkata, depending on the pandals around, the police prevent people from entering without a pass. So they give us the residents a pass and only allow pass holders across these barricades for the sake of safety.”
We walked for about 15 minutes through some of the back lanes lined with two and three-storey buildings before we reached Deb’s home.

Looking at the entrance, you’d be deceived into thinking the place was small! There were a couple of floors, and from the terrace, you could see how close to one another each building on the street was – one could easily hop across from the terrace of one building to the next; we’ve seen such settings in many movies. Kind of made it like a close-knit community – most people owned these homes for decades and across generations.

By 5 pm, we were back on the street and headed to catch a cab to the airport – all surrounding areas around Deb’s home were flooded with people. And where there are people, you find eateries flourishing. There were plenty of roadside eateries – many selling a type of chicken and fish cutlet called a chaap.
“You’ll have one?” Deb asked us.
“I’ll taste a little bit – you both can buy one.”
I was tempted to have a whole piece but held off. It tasted good, and there were so many of these stalls on the road.

We were back in the Kolkata airport at 6 pm, where we noticed decorations outside.
“Finally, we get to see Chinese lamps!”
“Yeah, we went searching in Chinatown, but it’s right here in the airport.”
There were colourful lights and pagoda-type light fixtures. I guess because of the festival, they had decorated the airport.
Inside the airport, they had put some masks on display, similar to what I saw in the Indian museum.

So that was the end of our short Kolkata trip; like my two Kolkata friends had said, we’d definitely have to make another trip just for the food. During the festival time, most eateries are flooded with demand, so it’s hard for them to maintain their usual quality. So you could and should visit the city during Durga puja – if you like art, you’d want to see as many pandals as possible; even if you aren’t into art, you’d still want to see a few pandals at least. And for foodies, definitely need to do a separate trip just for that in the off-season.

I didn’t really have any expectations from Birla Industrial Tech Museum (BITM) – if this were like the Indian museum, it might not be too interesting, but I just wanted a place where, if needed, I could simply sit down to pass the time. I started in the science section and was welcomed by the periodic table – they had constructed a colourful pyramid of the elements and had quite a few blurbs explaining the table. Seeing colours in the museum was refreshing – another aspect missing in the Indian museum where the walls were a dull white.

The museum had plenty of interactive exhibits – press a button, and a disc rotates, and as it rotates, it appears as if the stationary coins on the disc disappear, illustrating the concept of motion-induced blindness. I was happy to see that most of the exhibits worked- they maintained this museum reasonably well, and the place was also clean.
There are a few live science shows too – a few of these are free to access as part of the ticket, while some are paid shows – it’s not expensive; about Rs.10 for each show, which would be about 20 minutes in duration. You see the ones like the high voltage show in many science museums.

At 12:30, I made my way to the museum’s ground floor in search of the mock-up coal mine section – it was time for a guided tour. This is unique because I don’t know if there are any other museums with such an exhibit (and India is the second largest producer of coal in the world); we do hear a lot in the news about mining, the dangers of mining on the environment and all, but as the guide took us underground, you’d get a little feel of the dangers of working in a coal mine.

The first exhibit the guide talked about was the various gear and instruments used by workers in the mine. There were plenty of things the miners took underground – methanometer (detects methane), anemometer (airflow in the mine), explosimeter (detects combustible gas), carbon monoxide detecting tubes, bird reviving cage (long ago miners would carry a bird in the cage which would help them detect deadly gases since they get affected by the gas before humans do), reviving apparatus etc. All this is in addition to the suit, gloves and helmet with a light on top.

The museum had replicated the mining setup underground, and you get a feel of what the miners experience – the darkness, confined spaces to navigate wearing the heavy gear that they had to carry on themselves, the low roof, your increased sense of fear on what if the ground above collapsed trapping you in the rubble and the equipment the miners had to deal with. Our guide walked us through everything inside – the coal cutters, the transportation of the coal from the point of extraction to the containers, which were moved on conveyor belts and roof supports used to prevent caving in of the mine. Many of these were real-size replicas, including the miners at various places underground in this mock-up mine.

Our guide had to frequently keep repeating, “Listen to the explanation now and I will give you time at the end to take photos.”
The mock-up mine consisted of a couple of tunnels; so it wasn’t like you just went down into a room with exhibits and came out – you truly feel you are walking through a mine itself.

At the exit, they had a few miniature replicas of various coal mining instruments and explanations of what each one was used for.

The coal mine made my day — I had never seen anything like this before, and the guided tour made us appreciate the setup even better. Guided tours make museum visits memorable, which was another thing missing in the Indian museum – even self-guided audio tours, I think, enhance the experience.

I messaged Deb at 10 pm, “Crazy idea – thinking of doing Kumartuli at 5 am or so.”
He was still outside with his family and said he’d only hit bed by 1 am; I guess this was the case during puja time in most homes. He suggested that after visiting Kumartuli, we could come to his home, which was nearby.

The movie Black Panther was running on TV at 11 pm, and we dozed off while watching it. But at about 3 am, my stomach started behaving strangely – it was grumbling in discomfort. It wasn’t long before I had to visit the restroom; after the first time, you have this feeling that it’s all emptied out, but then, 10 minutes later, the grumbling returned. Every 20 to 30 minutes, I had to visit the restroom for the next 2 hours. Each time, I hoped that it would be the last visit, but it was not to be; by 4 am, it was clear that I couldn’t do the early morning pandal hopping. Aaron didn’t seem to be having any issues.

I did feel a little okay, but the problem was that even sipping water made my stomach grumble. Visiting public restrooms while having a bad stomach was not something I was looking forward to – finding restrooms would be hard, and finding clean ones would be almost impossible. The thought of public toilets made me feel more tired than I was! I just wanted to wait it out in the hotel or be back at home – getting back home had to wait till night, which was when our flight was.

Day 5 of our trip (Monday)

I felt a little better at 6 am and started researching online on options for where to spend the day – the primary focus was a place that may have a good restroom!
“The only different item we ate yesterday was the rolls – you had chicken, and I had egg.”
“The chicken roll didn’t seem to have any egg. Maybe the egg was bad?”
“Yeah.”

At 7 am, we went down, and I had a little bit of breakfast in the hotel to test my stomach.
“If you want, you can check out the pandals. Or maybe you can go to the Esplanade area since you wanted to do some shopping,” I suggested to Aaron.
The esplanade area was part of the original plan after pandal hopping in the morning. And I didn’t want him to waste time with me when he could spend time outdoors.
“You’re not coming?”
“I’ll stay in the hotel and see how my stomach feels. Make use of the toilet here. If I feel okay, maybe at 11 or so I was thinking of going to the Birla museum. Want to go to someplace where there’s a chance of a decent toilet and avoid other places.”
“I’ll also start with you then.”
My stomach held up for an hour before I had to make my next visit; it was definitely improving! At night, what went in came out almost immediately; now, at least, it was holding up longer.
I had a craving for lemon when we were back in the room. “Lemon tea should be good for stomach upset?”
“Yes.”
We took a stroll outside, purchased a couple of water bottles and lemon from a roadside shop and returned to the room. Using the tea bags in the room and the kettle that the hotel had provided, I tried making some version of a lemon tea with help from Aaron; I have never been a tea or coffee person, but I do like drinking tea and coffee when sick. I kept sipping two glasses of lemon tea for a couple of hours and managed without visiting the restroom.
“Let’s leave at 11.”

We both split – Aaron towards the shopping area while I headed to BITM (Birla Industrial and Technological Museum).

Besides the problem of the restroom, there was the issue of carrying my backpack around – since we had to check out, my backpack was stuffed and heavy. I wasn’t looking forward to lugging it around in the state I was in. At the BITM ticket counter, I asked them if I could leave my bag somewhere, and to my delight, they said I could leave it with them. That was quite a relief and literally a big load off my shoulders! I just kept the water bottle in hand. After you’ve seen the pandal crowds, you start feeling that all these other places are deserted – there were people around, but not many – just a few families with kids.

Deb had to head back home, so it was just Aaron and me for the rest of the day. We took an Uber to the Millennium Park. Next to the park, the State Bank of India building stood out – it was huge, but the colour of the building was striking. While clicking snaps, we spotted an eagle perched on the topmost floor’s window sills- as if surveying the city below. The eagle looked majestic, and its colour almost blended with the building’s colour.

The park was beside the Hooghly River; it had two zones – you had to buy separate tickets for each zone; one side seemed to be for kids and families, while the other was filled with couples.

Beside the park was a hotel called the Floatel – a hotel on a ship. This was our actual intended destination – we wanted to see it ever since we discovered it online while searching for places to stay. You had to walk across a small bridge to get to the hotel. We didn’t really have any plan but made one on the fly. Since it was a hotel, there had to be a restaurant – we enquired and took the stairs up. It was 3:45 pm, but people were still enjoying the lunch buffet indoors in the restaurant. We didn’t want the buffet, so we ordered a cup of tea and enjoyed that while watching the Hooghly River through the window. 
“Let’s sip the tea slowly. We could see the sunset from here.”
They also had a staircase in the restaurant to get to the top of the ship. From there, we had an expansive view of the river, the city and the bridges connecting the two parts of Kolkata.
We spent an hour in the hotel enjoying the views.

The search for Chinatown

There are many cities in the world where you have a locality called Chinatown. I had heard that there’s one in Kolkata too and messaged Kshitij asking, “If Tangra is the Chinatown.” He did reply in the affirmative. Out of curiosity, we headed to Tangra, a locality in East Kolkata.

We reached the place by Uber at around 6pm. We were expecting to see many Chinese people, lanterns, Chinese nameboards etc., but there was nothing of the sort.
While walking around, we saw a Chinese lady.
“Maybe we can follow her. She may lead us to the main area.”
But the lady suddenly disappeared from our view, so we continued walking down a few lanes. We finally did see a few homes that had Chinese symbols on their doors. We also came across many buildings that seemed to be factories, which were probably run by the Chinese – the main gates to these factories had Chinese inscriptions or Chinese names. Based on some online reading, we learnt that originally, it was the Hakka Chinese who had settled in Tangra – and Hakka cuisines spread around the country from here. The numbers of Chinese people, their factories and restaurants had dwindled over the years, which would explain what we saw.
We landed in the Big Boss restaurant in Tangra to wrap up day 4 with dinner.”
“Finally, we see a place in Chinatown with the lanterns,” Aaron commented. 

After a light dinner, we came to the main road, hoping to get an Uber. We tried to check out a few buses to see if they would go to the Park Maidan but had no luck with any. We finally managed to get an Uber to reach our hotel by 8:45 pm. It was later that I read about a Chinese Kali temple in Tangra, and it seems that the prasad (the blessed food offered to visitors) in this temple is Chowmein.

Late at night, we were wondering if we should place an online food order – there was an Arsalan restaurant in the neighbourhood.
“We could order some rolls.”
Just when we were about to check online, a hotel staff came into the room to fix a TV remote problem. He provided an alternate remote and while testing it, he asked, “Would you like something for dinner? We have an in-room dining service.”
Looking at the options, we went for an egg roll and a chicken roll. 

Now, this, I guess, was meant to be my destiny that I had to order via room service. We had the choice of ordering from any restaurant in the neighbourhood, including the famed Arsalan, but we opted for room service, something we didn’t know even existed, and the timing was perfect that the attendant had to come in just while we were thinking of ordering food and reminding us of this option! A sequence of events that could have easily taken us down a different path – an alternative reality (you’ll understand why I am harping so much about this sequence of events a little later).

The Victoria Memorial is a museum consisting of about 20 odd galleries with plenty of historical artefacts, and welcoming us was a statue of Robert Clive. The museum had a special focus on Bengal’s history from the European times on why they came in the 1500s attracted by the riches in the place (silk and spices), the Mughals permitting them to set up a settlement for trading and later constructing factories, etc.

There were weapons and ammunition from battles like the Battle of Plassey that happened in the 1750s, where the British East India Company under the leadership of Robert Clive defeated the Nawab of Bengal, who was supported by the French; they had on display artefacts like French guns that were captured by the victors.
The museum had a mix of photographs, drawings, and real artefacts, and in some cases, they tried to recreate scenes of life in Bengal (these did look pretty real and reminded me of the artisanship in pandals).

(the thumbnails may look a little blurry – click on them to see the original pic)

The 1900s is when the Victoria Memorial was constructed, and as the name suggests, it was dedicated to Queen Victoria. On the lawns of the Memorial, there is a statue of Queen Victoria where you’d find her holding 2 objects in her hands – one is the orb, which is supposed to signify the monarch’s power. The other one, I think, must be the sceptre. These are a part of the British monarchy, and the orb and sceptre were used even recently in the ceremony for Charles’ coronation.

I found the galleries that had a storyline far more interesting than the ones where you had just a bunch of artefacts on display with just a name tag – like in the weaponry section, there were dozens of swords and guns stacked one beside the other. You just tend to gloss over these.

It was bright and sunny today, which didn’t help that we had to keep walking inside and outside most of the time. We spent about 90 minutes in the Memorial and left at 12:30.

Our next stop, the Indian Museum, was about 2.5 kilometres away – a walkable distance, but considering the sun, we decided to get a lift. We hopped onto a bus. Many of these buses were run by private companies – the tickets were odd – they reprinted the ticket on what seemed like used sheets of paper. And the buses also look pretty old – I guess they stick to the saying “Why fix something if it ain’t broke”! The bus was pretty empty, and we were surprised to hear a few passengers raise their voices; an argument ensued between them and the conductor – we didn’t know Bengali but could guess that it was about the stops – I think they wanted the bus to stop somewhere, but the conductor said it won’t.

Deb met us at the Indian Museum, the same neighbourhood where we had been yesterday. We had to leave our bags on a counter before entering the museum.
Deb said, “This is India’s oldest and largest museum.”
They had multiple galleries spread over many floors.

We started in the mammal’s gallery, where we were welcomed by huge tusks. There were a ton of artefacts, but only a few artefacts had some descriptive information – most just had a name tag. I felt they could have set it up like a storyline – which would have made it more interesting to spend time looking and learning rather than people just breezing by. After a point, seeing so many small artefacts, one beside the other, makes the experience feel monotonous. There must have been so many untold stories related to these artefacts.

On the ground floor, we saw a board that said there was a mask gallery above – on each floor, it said that it was above; we had to climb many steps to finally get to the 4th floor to see it! It housed different types of masks used in Bengal and other parts of the country – some were colourful, some scary, some like the face of Gods and some with animal faces. This gallery had a nice ambience but, again, needed a story.

“The Egyptian gallery will be good. They got a real mummy there,” Deb said as he led us to it. I guess the lights were very dim here to prevent any damage from happening to the mummy, and photography was also not permitted. This gallery had more descriptions for the artefacts and was probably the better-presented gallery in the museum.
When we left the Indian museum, I wondered about content vs presentation/marketing/storytelling. In the corporate world, we often see cases where there is very little content, but the presentation of that is done in such a way that, for an outsider, it would seem very impressive. Over here, it was the reverse – tons of content but no presentation or packaging.

At 2 pm, we were in Haldiram’s Food City.
“Best place for veg food,” Deb said.
I had a mental impression that Haldiram would be a chaat shop, so I expected a small outlet. But the place was huge with a couple of floors and still crowded. We managed to find a free table. We ordered their thalis (sort of a set lunch with fixed dishes on each plate); they are famous for chaat dishes as well, and so we ordered a few of those too – dhoklas, raj kachori, dahi chaat, kesar lassi. This is a quick-service restaurant, and we spent less than an hour there. Pretty filling meal.

There were 3 people on the stage in the park, in front of the idols, who performed the Aarti; it was done 9 times, and a different item was used each time. Usually, in aartis, it is typical to use lamps, but over here, in each round, a different item was used – single lamp, multiple lamps, broom, mirror, lotus, dhoti, etc. I didn’t know the significance of the items, but I’m sure there was some history behind this. 

After the Aarti, we went to Balaram Mullick – a famous sweet shop in the neighbourhood. We had the mishti doi and stuffed ourselves with a few more sweets before leaving. While walking around, we landed in another pandal at around 10:30pm; we didn’t spend much time but clicked a few snaps and headed back to our hotel.

Back in the hotel, we continued our research for rooms for tomorrow because our other booking was cancelled. Deb suggested some alternative places – one unique place was called Floatel (a hotel on a ship). But fortunately, at midnight, we discovered availability in our existing hotel itself! Made sense to stay put rather than shift just for a day. 
Deb messaged, “We missed Kumartuli. I heard the theme was intergalactic connections, and the mandap is space-themed.”
I reminded him, “Still not missed. We have two more days!”

By 12:30 am, we dozed off – you’ll definitely have a sound sleep after walking so much in the day!

Day 4 – Sunday (6th October)

Kshitij messaged that from the 7th to 10th days of the puja, the crowds will be crazy. So it’s good to start pandal hopping on day 6 (this was the day after we landed when we covered many pandals). After day 6, the best time to visit pandals is early morning. The peak time tends to be from the afternoon to late at night, as we discovered yesterday. Kshitij sent a few links with images and videos of what’s there in some of the major North Kolkata pandals – space theme in Kumartuli, Muhammad Ali Park had recreated a Murugan temple from South India, Ahiritola had recreated the Somnath temple in Gujarat, College Square had based it on Umaid Bhawan in Rajasthan, Santosh Mitra had an idol made using 50 kgs of gold.

Seeing the list, I definitely wanted to do the North Kolkata pandals that we missed due to the crowds yesterday; since it was already late when we woke up today (8:30 am), today was ruled out. And Aaron had got tired of seeing so many pandals as well!

We shifted to another room on a different floor in the morning and then headed to St. Paul’s Cathedral in an Uber. The place was beside the Birla Planetarium.

This is a really old church constructed in the 1800s. A beautiful, well-maintained, lush green lawn in front of the church welcomes you. Inside the church is a huge hall where sermons are delivered. There were rows of benches and cushioning at the bottom in front of each row so that people could kneel down to pray if they wanted to. A few people were praying when we entered the hall. We sat for a few minutes in silence. After being amongst huge crowds, we appreciated the calm and quiet over here with barely a dozen people inside the church. Aaron clicked a snap in the main hall, and within a couple of minutes, a security guard came running in, asking for Aaron’s phone. “Delete the photo, delete the photo,” he kept repeating. No photos are allowed inside. We spent about 30 minutes in the church premises before heading to the Victoria Memorial, which was at a walkable distance.

There were two counters for purchasing tickets to enter the Memorial’s grounds; one counter had 20 people while another one on the side, at an awkward diagonal angle, had just 5. Did seem strange that as people came to the place, they automatically went to the longer queue – it seemed like people thought the shorter one was for something else. We got the ticket within 5 minutes and walked inside. There was a pebble path and a vast lawn. One side of the Memorial was undergoing renovation, so we had to walk all the way around the Memorial to get to the backside. The building looked impressive from the outside, constructed using white marble similar to the Taj Mahal.

We roamed around Park Street for a while, stepped into The Park hotel to check out their pub and then took an Uber to head back to South Kolkata – our destination was the Ladies Park (which is near the Maddox park we visited earlier on the trip) to see the aarti.
Our Uber driver kept accelerating and decelerating abruptly all through the trip. He kept cursing and honking as we got closer to our destination. Uber was expensive compared to Chennai for the same distances – but maybe it’s because of the festive season since there is so much demand.

Deb’s dad was a trustee in the group organizing the Ladies Park pandal. Along with the pandal, they had arranged for aartis (ceremony with lights) to be performed daily during the festival. Every pandal is sponsored by a committee – in many cases, you know the sponsor is a club because it would say so in the name itself – like the Ekdalia Evergreen Club pandal. Some of these Kolkata clubs have existed for decades.

Deb said, “In some society pujas, food is also served – typically for members”.
The pandal here was simple; simple is the wrong word because even the simple ones are grand. However, after you’ve seen the big-budget pandals, these neighbourhood ones are relatively simpler and smaller in scale. But these are the ones that feel homely since you don’t have the large crowds around; you can sit peacefully, have a conversation and not worry about being asked to keep moving. The Goddess here in her ten hands held ten different items (the conch, an arrow, a sword, a trident, etc.) – you don’t see this everywhere; depending on the artist and the theme of the pandal, they customize what she holds – sometimes it’s all 10 hands on the trident, or sometimes each hand has a different mudras (hand gestures). There is meaning to each of the items she holds, and each mudra also has a meaning.

Deb introduced us to his family members, and we took seats to watch the aarti.
“It all starts with the Mahalaya – the first day of Durga Puja”, he said.
And apparently, on the first day, there is an early morning broadcast in West Bengal on All India Radio about the background of the puja – the narrator describes the battle between the Goddess and the demon Mahishashura. The program is called ‘Mahisasuramardini’ (slayer of Mahishasura).
“This is done every year, and everyone listens to it. Every year at 4 in the morning. It’s so popular that they even sold CDs of the program.”
(On a related note – there is a hymn dedicated to the Goddess Durga that you will find online when you search for Mahisasuramardini).

The story

Durga puja begins on Mahalaya (the day when the Goddess is supposed to have descended to Earth), which happened to be on 28th September this year. Celebrations start on the 6th day (Sasthi). The 5th day is called Panchami, and that was the night we landed in Kolkata.

The story goes that the demon Mahishasura underwent strict penance for years (they call it ‘tapasya’) in the hope of getting more strength – in devotion, he fasted and prayed continuously; his intensity was such that the creator Brahma felt he had to be rewarded for his effort, and so he asked him what he would like to have. Mahishasura asked for immortality, but that was not possible since Brahma said everyone born has to die. And so he asked for the boon indirectly – that no man can kill him. He probably thought that since he was a strong demon, there was no way a woman could kill him. Brahma granted him his wish.
And what ensued was that the demon challenged the gods and none of the gods could defeat him because of the boon. And since no woman was strong enough to challenge the demon, the gods got together to bring Goddess Durga into existence. Each of the gods gave her their unique strengths and weapons – the chakra (discus), the trident, etc. (these are what you see her holding in her 10 hands).
The battle is said to have lasted for 9 days before the Goddess severed his head on the 10th day (called Vijayadashami) – the victory of good over evil.

Day 3 continued in North Kolkata…

At 4 pm, we reached the Bagbazar pandal (about 500 meters from Kumartuli) – the organization creating pandals here has been doing it for decades – it is one of the oldest in the city. There was a carnival outside on the ground with plenty of stalls and a giant wheel – the setting seemed like a larger version of the Maddox park. The pandal over here wasn’t as grand as some of the others we had seen – it was a simpler traditional one, but I guess due to its history, it drew a lot of visitors.

At 4:30 pm, we entered the Sovabazar Rajbari (Shobhabazar Royal Palace) pandal, a walkable distance from Bagbazar. These pandals were packed, but you could still enter after waiting a few minutes, and the crowd kept moving constantly; so it wasn’t as bad as the Kumartuli one where the crowd tended to stagnate for a while. This pandal in North Kolkata also has a legacy – it is in an old palace built in the 1700s, which has celebrated Durga Puja for centuries. You land in an open courtyard in the centre with rooms around it.

The intensity of rain varied from time to time – we took shelter under buildings when the intensity picked up, and whenever there was a letup, we would continue walking since we didn’t bring umbrellas. Walking would take a lot of time in this weather and with this crowd, so we tried to hop into empty autos as they passed. One of the auto drivers agreed to let us hop in but said he would drop us off on the main road. He kept his word and dropped us near the metro station at 5:15 pm. We searched for Ubers but to no avail; we thought we’d check out the metro, but the station itself was overflowing – we could have waited inside, but our only exit option was via a cab. Since Ubers were ruled out, Deb said we could try the local taxi. But for that, we’d have to flag one down on the main road – a part of the road was barricaded to prevent pedestrians from creating traffic problems. But that also meant that to stop a taxi, we’d have to somehow catch the attention of the driver, who would be a lane away from us. We positioned ourselves at the station’s entrance, but because of the rain, many people took shelter inside, and it reached a point where we could barely keep our heads in the building!

Each time Deb saw an Ambassador taxi, he would step out near the barricade and frantically wave his hand, but most of the cabs were unfortunately already occupied. We learnt from him and tried the same. After many attempts, we finally managed to get one.

We reached Peter Cat restaurant at about 6 pm. You’d think that’s fairly early, but since it was the festival holidays, even at this hour, we had to wait for a few minutes to get a table! But it wasn’t bad since at night it is close to impossible to get a table here without a long wait. They have a fairly narrow entrance, but it was surprising to see the amount of real estate they had for such a small entrance – they had an upper floor as well; so there were a lot of tables, but all were occupied.

The lighting was dim with a red hue, just enough to see each other, but on each table, they did have a light on top – so you could clearly see what you were eating! Deb and Kshitij had recommended this place – their signature dish is the Chelo kebab, which we ordered along with a couple of sizzlers.
Deb said, “They are famous for this, and I always have sizzlers when I come here.”
The quick service certainly helps their business because they always have people waiting to get in. We were there for probably 45 minutes or so – and all the dishes were really good. Definitely worth the visit, and like Deb said, “After having the sizzlers here, you may not enjoy sizzlers in other places as much!”

I later learnt that Peter Cat is a forty-year-old restaurant, and they’ve maintained their reputation and standard of food across decades.