By the sewage rendered fetid, by the
Made impure, By the Sunderbunds unwholesome, by
Moist and damp ... As the fungus sprouts chaotic from its
So it spreadChance-directed, chance-erected, laid and
On the siltPalace, byre, hovelpoverty and prideSide by side; And, above the packed and pestilential
town, Death looked down.
THAT was how Calcutta seemed to Rudyard Kipling 70 years ago. Last week, slowly recovering from a cholera epidemic that killed 2,000 people, India's biggest city was as much as ever a pesthole, and in the words of the U.N. World Health...