Tales Of A Bengali Searching For Puri’s Beach Magic: A Journey To Golden Beach And Beyond

November 10, 1871. A hill outside Ujiji on Lake Tanganyika, deepest Africa.Famous scholar-explorer Henry Morton Stanley enters a tent, where he meets a dapper gentleman sipping tea and reading The Statesman."Dr Livingstone, I presume," he asks.The gentleman puts down his newspaper and Stanley suddenly realises that his brown skin is natural, and not the result of too much time spent in the sun."It's Dr Lahiri, actually," he says. "Livingstone's in that tent over there. May I tempt you with a biscuit, old chap?"-- From Legends of the Bengali Traveller Part Four (2004, Banamali Naskar Publications)The Dr Lahiri of this tale, while exceptional, was by no means an aberration -- the Bengali traveller is one of the hardiest species on the planet, and found in the unlikeliest of places. Armed with map, muffler and monkey-cap, Bengalis rival even the Japanese in their endless quest to tread every inch of the world map and comment on how nothing is even remotely comparable to Calcutta.And the twin pillars of Bengali-traveller respectability, the shallow pools in which they make their first waddling forays before they swim the ocean of discovery, are Darjeeling and Puri. No Bengali is a true Bengali, let alone a traveller, unless he or she has set foot on these scenic spots.Saga Of Sun, Sea And SandI am, alas, a blot on the face of Bengal, but a humble, penitent blot trying to erase itself. I had been to neither of these must-visit spots before this trip -- and I still cannot call myself a true Bong until I have made that trip to Darjeeling. But that is a tale for another day. Today's saga is one of sun, sea and sand, of a sacred city in Odisha loved with an almost religious fervour through the centuries by generations of intrepid travelling Bengalis.Puri is not a city that seeks out tourists, it doesn't need to. People flock to it in hordes. The magnificent Jagannath temple dates back to the 12th century and is one of the most sacred Hindu sites in India. Millions attend the Rath Yatra every summer, when giant idols of Jagannath, Balbhadra and Subhadra in wooden chariots are pulled from the Jagannath Temple to the Gundicha Ghar on the Grand Road, the city's main thoroughfare.A Beach SojournBut I had no intention of visiting the temple and being fought over by evil, vulture-like pandas. About ten minutes after checking in at The Chanakya BNR hotel, Puri's most famous institution after the temples, I felt the inevitable urge to feel sand between my toes. Well, there was some sand in the loo, but that didn't count, I needed to walk the beach where my ancestors have frolicked down the ages, to try and get a whiff of the magic in the air that kept them coming back every year, armed with more children and bigger tiffin-carriers.So to the beach I went, and the first thing I saw was a completely unexpected camel. How did a camel get to Odisha? I asked Madhav, its owner, and learnt the answer. It walked. I never saw anyone actually ride that camel during my brief stay in Puri. It just walked around in a forlorn sort of way, dreaming of dunes.Bold And BeautifulThe beach itself is very beautiful. The sand is golden brown and firm, the sea is choppy and wild, and the sunrises and sunsets are spectacular, filling the sky with pink and orange fire.It's a very crowded beach, though. The BNR hotel is on Chakratirtha Road, where the beach is relatively empty closer to the temple. On the stretch of sand called Swargadwar, a series of budget hotels compete with each other for the Ugly Building of the Year awards.The part of the beach in front of Puri Hotel, overlord of the budget hotels, is best avoided. It's more of a scrum than a beach where hordes of giggling families leap in and out of the water's edge, spreading litter. Small boys run around trying to sell fake pearls, and a large market stands behind it all, where you can buy a variety of garish souvenirs, gape at horrors of shell and plastic, and eat mouldy, sandy and utterly tasteless chaat. Nearby, fishermen are hauling in the day's catch. I watched the men of the vessel examine the contents of their net and throwing away huge, menacing-looking jellyfish as crows gather round, clamouring harshly for eyeballs. Nearby, a vast open drain pours assorted filth into the Bay of Bengal.Far From The Madding CrowdBut you can walk away from all this, as I did, and find emptier, secluded spots about twenty minutes away. And this is where the beauty of the beach really grows on you, and you can sit for hours watching waves in comfortable solitude. I watched a sand sculptor work his magic with a little plastic scale and lot of patience - a lump of sand turned into a beautiful apsara and something of her grace remained even next morning, though some lout had walked over her face.I met a beautiful and nearly naked Russian couple, with guidebooks in hand, scared expressions on faces and a small crowd of ogling men trailing them, drawn like mosquitoes to bare skin. A very pleasant hour was spent chatting with Ken and Sarah, students from Seattle now travelling around the world. Two muscular men shot a yoga video at sunset, a Chinese man with huge white eyebrows and a young woman (couple father/daughter Kung-fu master/pupil) walked incessantly on the firm sand near the water.A Throwback To A Colonial Era This was more like the Puri I'd heard of from at least fifty people, all of whom were deeply in love with the beach here -- spending warm, lazy days on the beach and then returning to the sprawling elegance of the BNR to sleep and drink quantities of tea, eating whole schools of fish caught so recently they were sometimes still twitching. Very few people go to Puri just once. They get caught young, watch the city grow with them and go back with their children.And the place to go back to has always been the renowned, but fast-fading BNR hotel, now Chanakya BNR Puri. The BNR is a place whose inability to change is probably what draws a lot of people back to it -- back to British elegance, large rooms, four-poster beds with mosquito nets, and eating fancy desserts while looking at sunlit lawns and the sea on the horizon. Ancient, white-clad hotel staff walk its stately corridors, relics of the Raj, keepers of an old-retainer legacy that modern tourists will find completely incomprehensible - -they move at their own pace, swaying gently like Raj elephants, and bring you food and other necessities when they feel like it. Affluent tourists now head for better-equipped luxury resorts that are slowly growing on Puri's outskirts, complete with private beaches, shacks and exclusive nuliahs (the Baywatch boys of Puri, who will hold your hand when the sea is rough).A Place Where All 'Bhadraloks' WentMy mother is a sworn BNR addict -- it was the place where all bhadraloks went, and was where you bumped into people you also bumped into at Calcutta Club. Options for accommodation in Puri a few decades ago were few -- it was either the BNR, then the height of luxury, or small hotels where you got a large room with a balcony and the owner would pop over for a chat and ask you what fish you wanted him to buy from the market by the beach. Nuliahs would keep you safe inside a tyre as you walked primly into the sea, fully clad, and inform you, after consulting their notebooks, that their grandfathers had held your grandmother's hand when she had come to Puri as a bride. And somehow that was the image of Puri that really stayed with me. Even after I left, I was visiting a place full of good memories -- not, perhaps, the best of tourist destinations, but facilities aren't always important. For the travelling Bengali, Puri is sacred ground, and not just for the temple. I left strangely satisfied and full of displaced nostalgia, and I'm not sure why, but I know I will go there again. And now I wonder what Darjeeling will be like. Clearly, there's hope left for me.The Information | Puri, OdishaHow to ReachBy Air: The nearest airport is Bhubaneswar. Puri is 62 km from here. Taxis are available.By Rail: Several trains connect metro cities with Bhubaneswar and some with Puri.Where To Stay In PuriThe Puri Hotel is one of the most popular, situated on the Marine Drive. Odisha Tourism's Panthanivas has clean and spacious rooms. The classic Southeastern Railway Hotel, better known as BNR (now known as Hotel Chanakya BNR) is a good option. Plush resorts, set a little away from the city centre include the popular Mayfair Beach Resort. Another option is in the new Taj Puri Resort & Spa, a beachfront luxury hotel.Where To EatNobody will know quite what you want to eat if you ask for 'authentic Oriya food'. Several multi-cuisine restaurants, abundantly present in Puri, serve adequate food stock to the standard fish and mutton curries. For a break, have a meal at the BNR hotel (with a set menu/fixed prices). What To See And DoBesides the atmospheric beach, there are several other attractions to visit in Puri. These include the sprawling Jagannath Temple complex, the Gundicha Temple (birthplace of Lord Jagannath), and the 13th-century Atharnala Bridge. The famed Puri Rath Yatra is held in June-July. The casuarina-fringed Balighai beach, at the mouth of the river Nuanai, is 8km away. Raghurajpur (16 km) is an artists' village noted for exquisite pattachitra's as also for being the native place of the late Kelucharan Mohapatra. Pattachitra is an art form that dates back to the 5th century BC and the Gotipua dance troupes. Located an hour away from Puri, the Udayagiri Caves are a must visit if you are a history enthusiast. These are ancient rock structures that reflect the art, culture, architecture and religion of the era gone by.Jagannath Rath Yatra 2025: Four Popular Festivals Outside Of Puri