The coffee house is still in the chat

The coffee house is still in the chat

In Calcutta, I ran at Bachpara, College Street. Destination Coffee House. And the coffee house means the famous song of Manna and a well-groomed young woman carrying smoke in the coffee cups found on the sheet of the famous literature of Kolkata. Manna Dey's' Coffee House 'has not been there anymore ... It is no longer ...'.

January 23, the birth anniversary of Subhash Chandra Bose. The city is decorated with flowers and festoons; Although there is no sound of a sound like the special days of Dhaka.

The taxi was standing for a while. Front procession. Tram in front of him Tram walking on the grassy lashry rice, slowing down the procession ahead of him.

Bihari taxi driver mixed with Bihari-Hindi, said, 'Come here, Madam. Two minutes walk to the right hand coffee house. '

At that moment, the handsome look of the sweet face in front of my eyes was that the CNG operated autorickshaw or taxi driver of Bangladesh. Without exception, with the exception of one or two exceptions, almost everyone will stand in the traffic jam for hours to get you to the threshold of your destination.

I got down on the annoyance. I am standing in front of the Presidency University. The wonderful new architecture mixed with a new one! Looking at the pocket gate of the gate, I came to know how many days by this door did not know Subhash Chandra Bose, Jagdish Chandra Bose, Amartya Sen or Satyajit Ray. Walked on this street.

As the taxi driver said, the coffee house was seen for two minutes. The 'Albert Hall' writing in the bracket is not deleted yet. Most holiday shops are closed because of the holiday. Old book stalls are sitting on the street. Before going into the coffee house, I saw them fluttering. Who sells leather-rexine paved books? Maya is not their?

Before entering the coffee house, a row of rows in the sidewalk stalled in the old books. Still Manna Dey's song inside the head. The closer the coffee house is going to, there is a well-rounded heart.

Suddenly someone asked in broken broken English, 'Where is the coffee house?' And I looked, Hippie. Portuguese flag on T-shirts. Maybe English and Bangla can not read anything, so they can not even find it in front of the coffee house.

The stairs got up to show. I thought to myself, 'Let's come to the Portuguese, when there are two ghosts of the East India Company coming out, there is no surprise!'

It was good to walk on the stairs. The original color of the sticky dirt stairs, dust-stained walls, can not be painted. The dust that is unbearable, comes to the coffee house and its faded stairs and walls all seem to be so. All of these are the coffee houses' personalities. The coffee house is about to be like this. The glitter, the dashing look, the coffee house? So the dust, the scars, the cigarette lying in the bag, and even the stair-to-be asked teenager wants it. Where are your issues in the jam-shiny premium coffee shop?

Slogan and hand painted pictures on the wall of the stairs. There are some terracotta works.

A lot of people have come together inside the ears to talk to the people. They are not human; The wild birds of the unknown Come to the place of the twitter. It is not for anyone to understand anyone except those with whom. There is no pity to speak whispered like an elite restaurant. Everyone raised their necks and talked like them. Sprinkle in the frozen face and sip in coffee cups. There is no obstacle in smoking. So smoking is going on in smoke.

Seeing the distance from the floor, the house's age is understood. A huge portrait of poet Rabindranath Tagore on the middle wall.

The house of the Coffee House was originally the house of Bengali philosopher Keshab Chandra Sen. In 1876, after the name of Prince Albert, it was named Albert Hall. In 1942, Albert Hall became the Coffee House, followed by the Indian Coffee House.

Large wooden windows At the end of the winter, the gust of wind blows. Inside the light-dark game. Somewhere in the afternoon, the light of the light is peeping. Arranged row table in the hallways below, just like Dhaka University's TSC Canteen or Modhe Canteen. Long corridor above. Place a table with a line in a narrow corridor. Friends come to chat in big tables. And on the small table two friends or boyfriend couple. Houseful at half-four in the afternoon There is no place for sitting. Needless to wait, when a chair will be empty!

The oil of the oil, the tea and the coffee, the sweet smell of sweet smell has been squeezed.

Waiting for 15 to 20 minutes is available. During a walk through the corridor, I was thinking, what is the sun shine in the corner table, Sunil Gangopadhyay writing poem on his blue diary? Did the Swadeshi leaders meet in the British table in the long table?

The English 'M' written by some sharp edges on the table. The opposite can be 'W' also. I remember Manna Dey's song line, 'Moidul Dhaka'. But what is the name of any monitored friend of Moidul has written on the table after the name of the initial name? Did Moidul know that any day?

Calcutta has changed over time. Tram has been parked on many roads. In the busy citizen life there is no need for the slow tram. Delhi has made Kolkata one of the longest capital city Kolkata The Coffee House Food menu also has changed. A member of the Coffee House, Vijay, said, adding Chinese food was added to the menu. There are tea, coffee, chicken sandwiches as well as noodles and friday ries. The wooden chair has been replaced by a plastic chair.

Changed chat The old slogan of the Coffee House- 'Adada is going on, will run' -Now get new levels. The chat with people just changed over time. As long as you can sit here happy with a coffee, stories can be made. The waiter does not look in the curved eyes, he does not chase to order food.

In the Coffee House, 80 employees Every day, thousands of guests are allowed to manage. Presenting tidy in white color uniforms.

It is astonishing to call around. Seventeen-eighteen-year-old man, sixty-six person, none is left in guest list. Some of them are the old presidency or Hindu college students, who have spent their youth in this coffee house, at the college street bookspace.

This coffee house is not only popular for 17 bucks of coffee or smoke tea cup; This is an intellectual fair. New ideas, new theories, new biography

There is no chase to check-in on Facebook here. Bangali-non-Bengali food does not mix with mixed smell, rather it feels good. Here the socialism of social media has not yet reached. Here the friend listens to the friend, he touches.

This is an unrelenting love, love story. The coffee house is roasting the coffees of the new-old love.