Some years ago, we all moaned for a woman who dedicated her life for the extremely poor people in the most populous city of India. Those poor people when considered as the oppressed class and just the deprived class, pulled back the rise of city which had the potential to become as capable as Hong-Kong or Singapore. We stood for the woman who had the will to change things, and who did what would inspire every Indian for a long time to come.
The woman was Mother Teresa, and that city is Calcutta. It is said, that she didn't allow her patients to have pain-killers because that pain is through what soul gets closer to God, getting purified. Not a very religious person, but I would respect Mother Teresa, for she could hold her beliefs to this extent, probably also because my visit to Calcutta was similar in a vague sense.
It was a painful stay; the heat was intimidating. I got my mobile stolen there by the "oppressed" class in the communist state. The place was so crowded, that I got psyched out. But when I came back, I sat and relaxed, I realised that the myriad of people is what makes Calcutta, and that is what it is. I love it now for the way it occurred to me. People coming from everywhere, every kind of 'em, variegated dresses, traditional-modern, elites-paupers, bengalis-biharis, laborers-richmen, in all that heat and humidity.
The people in Calcutta, the Bengalis in general are very simple people. They are not of the kind who would hate people with certain ethnicity. The British influence is clear in Bengali lifestyle and that is what makes them different from the surrounding ethnicities. The old British buildings have been preserved, with all the beaureaucracy intact inside them that the Raj impregnated.
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