Peaceful, yet restless.
Quiet, yet roaring.
Scarred, yet beautiful.
Boring, yet eventful.
Lost, but yet forever present.
Speak of irony.
This is exactly what one feels when they have spent years in the city known as Cuttack. If I were to choose adjectives to describe it,
I would find myself with mere 4 or 5 words. But that is strictly speaking in figurative terms. It isn’t the city really that builds up you. Its the life and the breath that thrives in its vicinity.
This one is a bit random.This one is for the people.
*The Bhaina Effect
The autowallah to rickshaw pullers to fruitsellers to bus wallahs. The kinship is set in every inch of this place. Be a gujju, a madu, an
odia or from any other language speaking-sphere.Belong to Cuttack and there is no escaping this effect.
Bhaina it is!
*The Aniket-Marine Drive
Come to Cuttack and not go on a ride along the highway next to the river, does no good to anyone. Its the ‘feel’ wala moment one misses on. Extending from Jobra to Link Road- there lies your highway to heaven. If you were/are teenager from Cuttack and you know exactly what I mean!
*The Naraj Calls
One is neither bereft nor a stranger to escapism. Be of whatever kind, whichever time and whichever sex. There are times which just calls for it.Be from Cuttack , you are no stranger to what magic lies in itsterritory. A calm riverine beach, or a ride on a hill.
Be a loner, or a gregarious self. The qualms get washed away, once here.
From coffee to cricket. This area plays host to two of the most heart-felt topics of the Cuttack youth.
Be from Cuttack and a choco-chip mocha never fared better than any other caffienated drink. Be from cuttack and come any cricket match, barabati is that frenzy of a place!
*The Foodie of Cuttack
Bhukkad. Foodie. Shaami. Khaudu.
Be from Cuttack and be known as the above said words. The power of food is platonically shared amongst all the Bhaina’s!
From the love of aloodum dahibara to culinary delights of a local bakery. From gujrati savory dish like dhokla-chutney to snacking on
hot samosas and jalebi! From slurrping over snazzy-coloured golas to beating scores of most-eaten gup-chups (pani-puris).
From a roadside dhabba to a classic restaurent. From piyaji to french fries. From chenna-podo to chocolate cupcakes.
Yes, food is next to living.
*The Busy-ness of Badambadi
Be from Cuttack and the fact that Badambadi is the busiest place in the city never escapes you.
Be from cuttack and make it a point to go visit the big roads at 3 in the morning. They are just roads, you say? The actuality of them being at their quiet-est gives one quite the quiver! Check it out, for sure.
I am a Marwadi, who wakes up to the calls of my domestic help (Mausi) who is an Odia. I relish on breakfast brought from a South-Indian dhabba nearby. I crave for chakuli-pitha’s (odia cake) asent to our house during Raja (a festival) from papa’s Odia friends. I wait for christmas to visit my Christian friend’s place for cake and a game of housie. I take walks in Ranvenshaw and rate guy’s with a Gujju friend. I eat Sandesh and Mishti-doi made at my Bengali tutor’s home.
If you can associate to any of the above and easily replace your name with all the I’s.
You, like me- my friend- are a true Cuttacki.
Lets make this one for being that Cuttacki at heart, mind and soul.
Contributed by Kajal Taparia
Visual Treat By Ranvir Deb aka Pheel Photographer