Well, first of all, thank you, indeed, George for your invaluable suggestion. The words spoken by you, if you allow me to quote a couple of lines from the poet, Alexander Pope, are: “What oft was thought, but ne’er so well expressed!”
I can vouch for half of Calcutta that you express their thoughts exactly, except that they wouldn’t restrict this request to just the crossing of Park Street but also extend it to a host of other crossings and intersections across the city and beyond.
Because they know only too well, what it feels like to have your bladder ready to burst but not have any private place for release. Yes, George, they know that civilizations may accept bombs to burst in public, but alas, not bladders!
But it’s the other half that I’d like to introduce you to, in your time of need. And judging by your name, George, I am presuming that you belong to this half! Unless of course, it's a pseudonym like George Eliot.
For this “other half” which is made entirely up of the male population, the entire city of Calcutta is a public toilet. This “other half” does not need the construction of a “toilet” to do their thing, if you know what I mean.
When nature calls, they simply answer. And to do that they need nothing more than a wall. If this is not available anything from a lamppost to a tree trunk will do.
Secure in the knowledge that no one will look – who wants to? – this “other half” relieves itself anytime, anywhere.
However, you appear to belong among those who in spite of being in the “other half” category are either too shy, sophisticated or squeamish to exercise this privilege. Alas, the loss, dear George, is entirely yours.
Nevertheless, I am making an appointment with the mayor, Bikash Ranjan Bhattacharjee and will put your request to him.