Notun Bazaar, which translates to the New Market, is all about my childhood memories. It is a Bazaar that stood still in time, bearing the same colour and essence that I grew up with, starting some twenty odd years ago. It is a Bazaar that stands along a dusty stretch of Rabindra Sarani in the famous Chittpur area, arguably the best icon of the old Calcutta.
It was here in Notun Bazaar that I spent the major part of the days and evenings of my childhood along with my friends. It was here that we practiced all of our mischiefs and adventures ranging from stealing fruits and vegetables from shops and selling them back to someone in the same bazaar to working in shifts at the same shops for the extra buck. The memories of getting caught red-handed while on our pranks are a fresh memory too. For, the punishment was no less than being tied up to poles in the open for all to see!
Today, when I go back to the Bazaar, what strikes me most is that almost nothing has changed, except may be the faces. The Bazaar remains as it was with all of its vibrancy and chaos. The visuals come out more from my remembrance of my much cherished childhood, of which Notun Bazar was an integral part.