robi thakur

Where the mind is without fear/ and the head is held high;/ Where knowledge is free;/ Where the world has not been/ broken up into fragments/ by narrow domestic walls;/ Where the clear stream of reason/ has not lost its way into the/ dreary desert sand of dead habit;/ Into that heaven of freedom,/ my Father, let my country awake
Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

Time and location. Here, we are at the heart of absolute blue-blooded Bengali intellectual existence. These walls once hosted Asia’s first Nobel Prize winning writer, a Nobel laureate economist, an Academy Award winner and a mass of artists, freedom fighters and intellectuals who have given Kolkata its identity, and borrowed theirs from it. Around it stand such institutions as Kolkata University, Presidency College, the bookshops of College Street, the Hare School and, of course, Paramount, with its fantastically coloured stories and juices.

There are more stories, several million of them spread over generations of telling and re-telling, that will make you forget first impressions of Kolkata and somehow be a part of it. They are the reasons you must visit the city.

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