With no real party plans for Christmas, we decided to do something far more adventurous—or perhaps foolhardy! After dinner, we got into the car and headed towards Park Street to witness first-hand the decorations, merriment and absolute chaos that descends upon Kolkata during Christmas and New Year.
Every year, the Government pulls out all the stops, and they take great pride in the crowds that throng Allen Park and spill across the length and breadth of Park Street to celebrate Boro Din. The pavements come alive with pop-up stalls selling everything from gifts and trinkets to food, adding to the festive atmosphere.
Park Street itself is transformed, lit up and decorated almost like Durga Puja all over again—just in a different avatar. The lights, the music, the crowds and the general sense of celebration make it feel as though the entire city has decided to converge on this one stretch of road.
And yes, we were mad. Brave. Perhaps even a little silly to voluntarily seek out this adventure!
But having made it this far, we decided to embrace the spirit of the evening. We stopped by one of the hawkers and bought ourselves a couple of those wonderfully tacky Christmas caps with flashing toony lights. Caps firmly planted on our heads, we continued our slow crawl through the festivities, looking quite ridiculous and loving every minute of it.
It took us a good half hour just to navigate the length of Park Street, as we witnessed what seemed like half of Kolkata descending upon the thoroughfare to celebrate Christmas. Cars barely moved, people were everywhere, and yet somehow there was a certain joy in all that madness.
It was chaotic. It was crowded. It was noisy. It was wonderfully Kolkata.
And as we finally made our way out of the melee, there was only one conclusion I could come to—
Totally worth it, I say!