Calcutta..

Once, Calcutta was a jewel, first city of India, second capital of the British Empire. Fortune-hunters founded it at the end of the 17th century, built the imposing buildings where they lived, counted their money, and imposed their laws on India. Today Calcutta is known for poverty, a reputation it only half deserves. After the British went home, floods of refugees replaced them. Some have stayed; others continually arrive. But even the poorest have a better chance at life in Calcutta than in a starving village.

Most citizens here work, whether in government offices, shops or businesses. Overpopulation hasn’t exactly destroyed Calcutta’s grandeur; it has added density, complexity, awesomeness. There are peasant villages among the monuments and palaces, where some usual curtain seems to have gone transparent, leaving the human drama in full and constant view.

It’s still the ninth biggest city, with 14 million people seeking happiness in an infrastructure designed for a fifth as many,Enormous pipes lie on the surface; slabs of cement cover trenches.

The Kalighat Temple is the home of the goddess for whom the city is named, Kali, a rampaging naked woman with three eyes and a necklace of severed heads.this is believed that here wishes are completed by devi and she listen to everybody no matter rich or poor.

Calcutta has its perfect hotels,The rooms are funky, the coffee barely brown.

Long ago, in mythic time, the goddess got started killing demons and enjoyed it so much that she couldn’t stop, until her husband, Shiva, lay down under her feet. Especially during her November festival, that image of Kali is everywhere, caught at the exact instant of merciful recognition, her foot on Shiva’s chest. She’s still holding her cleaver and a dripping, severed head; she hasn’t yet stuck her tongue back into her mouth; but she and Shiva are exchanging a mutually intoxicated gaze.