This story is almost forty years old. In central Calcutta, near Zanbazar, there used to be a cheap bar serving country liquor. Probably it is still there. Markets, bars, brothels and religious places rarely get extinct. In my youth with a group of friends I used to frequent that liquor bar. There I met with a middle aged man with a blue shirt and white trousers who used to come to drink. He told me he comes all the way from Belghoria to Zanbazar. Belghoria is a bit outside the city.

I asked him, ” Why do you come so far ?”

He replied,” In a quarter, I get 10% off here.”

” But your travelling cost is there.”

” Yes, but I keep on drinking till I cover my travel cost. No one can make a fool of me.”