Consul general Maxim Kozlov set the tone, with a short impromptu speech, inviting guests to let their hair down in the party where a drink of water was optional, vodka was not. He switched to chaste Bengali in the later half of the speech, ending with a candid request: “Jodi kichhu bhultruti hoy, amake dosharop korben”
If India were a buffet, you’d need a map, a strategy, and a few stretchy pants because there’s no such thing as “just a taste” in this country
