Wednesday 31 July 2013

The Victoria Memorial

I visited the Victoria Memorial yesterday morning with my flat mate Tony. The Victoria Memorial, a tribute to the Empress of India, is a magnificent white building in the middle of gardens in the middle of Kolkata. It is fairly easy to forget you're in Kolkata whilst you are there. There are even parts inside where you can't hear car horns hooting.

It was interesting to match up the portraits and statues with the historical figures I've been reading about in a book about the history of Kolkata. Some of the governors really messed things up in a way that had serious consequences that we see even now. The historical material inside the new museum within the memorial was perhaps a little too generous to the British.

The thing that I found most stimulating were the paintings of familiar Kolkata streets from the 19th century. It really looks like paintings of places like Pall Mall from similar times - huge wide streets and well spaced ornate building. London is of course a long way from this now and Kolkata, well, even further. The most true to life pictures were of the area where the native population lived surrounding the regal interior. This was known to the English as the 'Black Town'. They also had a full room replica to give you the impression of life on a Black Town street. Both Tony and I agreed this was redundant as it felt very close to the streets today, especially the sense of lives being lived out in the open.

I think if the Memorial was built for a more romantic and less colonialist reason it would be far more prestigious. But, ultimately, this was a building built for 11m rupees in a city which has always had starving and homeless people. The actual funding came from a tax that mostly fell on the local native population. All this to commemorate some person who claimed authority from a million miles away and sent some real vindictive fuckwits over to do the job. You start to realise why telling someone you are British here hardly fills them with excitement.



Tuesday 30 July 2013

Speed of life


Sorry for no updates: I wrote this a week ago but forgot to put it up.

The tempo of India is very odd.

One side of it is the mania of the city. Cars go stupidly fast through small spaces. Autorickshaws crowd onto the pavement. English itself is spoken at a rapid, often unintelligible pace.

Yet at the same time, many aspects of life are very slow. Sorting things out takes forever. People have an enormous bureaucratic self importance, going into great complex length where brevity will do. An example from today; 'awards' became 'prize awardance ceremony'.

Service in bars and restaurants is glacial. It's not rudeness or incompetence - just a complete difference of expectations. It is slightly reminsicient of Corsica in the sense that the service economy has not yet really arrived, although this is less to do with how they treat foreigners and more to do with how they treat everyone. On that note, there are basically zero tourists here. I have seen literally one white person not from the school walking the streets.

Here's a photo.



Wednesday 24 July 2013

Cobblers


In Rugby, I got the sole of my left shoe done at Sheep Street Cobblers. It's run by a friendly looking bearded man and cost £15. It was very well done.

A hole appeared in the right shoe a day or so ago. In my trouser shopping adventure my right sock, originally white, became brick red coloured and soaked through. It smelt of Kolkata; a mix of soil, sweat, a rusty bricky kind of smell, cinnamon, cumin and faeces.

The cobblers just sit by the roadside here, doing the job as you stand and wait. It seems mostly that they polish shoes and fix sandals, but they have all the kit they need to do any other repairs too.

I went to one just outside the entrance to the complex of flats where I am staying. Rather than bearded and friendly, he was a gnarled looking old bloke with no teeth wearing a sarong. He barely spoke any English but I showed him the shoe, he nodded, grabbed it off me and went to work.

His main tools (along with an iron last) were a very sharp razor blade, a bag of various rings, pins, nails and tacks, and most strikingly his bare feet which he used to hold things while cutting them with the blade. For burnishing he used old polish tins that were punctured with holes going out to give them a cheese grater kind of edge.

The whole thing took about thirty minutes and I stood there and watched. The sight of a white man standing in his socks getting his shoes done amused more than a few locals.

He did a decent job all considered, even if not as good as Sheep St. He even polished and waxed them afterwards. The total cost was 100 rupees which is about 90p. I could have haggled but wasn't inclined to - the same goes for taking a photo.

Monday 22 July 2013

My flat

I'm very happy with my flat. It is quiet and clean and has some air con to keep me cool. It is definitely a refuge from the chaos of the city - if it wasn't nice I think I'd go mad as the city itself is overwhelming. I went for a walk yesterday to try to find some trousers to buy, found none and got a bit lost. I was very happy to get home into the dry, cool and calm.

I went to the red hot chili pepper last night and had tofu and egg fried rice. It was £8 rather than £2 but it is a dining hot spot!



Sunday 21 July 2013

Day 1

Dubai airport is very shiny.

Kolkata is not.

I arrived having got half an hour's sleep and was driven from the airport to the head's house by a member of staff. Driving in India is genuinely as bad as it looks or you have heard. There are no lanes and anything (cyclists with bags of okra on the back, rickshaws, cars, cows) could be coming the other way.

They have a genius system in Kolkata where all the one way streets change direction at 1pm. Some two ways become one way. Some one ways become two ways. A good idea for dealing with rush hour in an underbuilt overpopulated city, but absolute chaos to navigate.

I had breakfast (pancakes and local mango) and was shown to my flat (pictures coming soon). Aircon! Bought some bread and some butter. Had a shower but half an hour later I may as well not have. Very very humid. Genuinely like having poured a cup of water over your head after about forty minutes in it.

I then visited the older boys house (17-18 yr olds) and had some lunch. I broke many food hygeine rules in about a ten minute period of time - hadn't washed my hands, ate with my hands, drank tea...it was paneer in some green stuff with rice and pakoras. Everything was nice except the green stuff. I talked to the boys but struggle with their accents.

Next it was on to the school and met the younger ones who are very excitable - they run up to you straight away, hold your hand, try to jump and hold on to you. Then I had a quick chat with the head about what I would do when I was there - working with a business studies teacher as a kind of shadow but with the intention being to help him as he is not doing very well. Lots of diplomacy needed.

Done for the day now. There is an internet cafe opposite my building. 15 r an hour which is 7p.

Friday 19 July 2013

Packing

Things I have packed lots of:

Shorts
Sandals
Shirts

Things I have packed none of:

Jumpers

I have also packed a lot of medicine.


In a couple of hours I will take the first of 44 daily doses of Malarone. Common side effects include nausea and vivid dreaming. 

I am currently feeling quite nervous due to the large number of unknowns, including the journey.

Weather in Rugby: Sunny, 27 C, 40% humidity
Weather in Kolkata: Hazy, 27 C, 80% humidity