All kosher

I am at Synagogue Street, at the crossing of Canning Street and Brabourne Road, visting an area in the heart of commercial Calcutta that once housed the city&rsquos vibrant Jewish community. I spot the spire of the 1884-built brick-red Maghen David Synagogue and dodge my way towards it through the cacophony of vendors, all out to woo the passerby with hairbands, handkerchieves, calendars, cheap toys, retro-design pottery and stainless-steel racks, fresh lebu-jol and masala sattu. The motley lot has unflappably blocked the gate with their wares, reducing the magnitude of what Elias David Ezra, the first Jewish sheriff of Calcutta, had built in memory of his illustrious father David Joseph Ezra. Ezra Sr was a real estate genius associated with a string of impressive residential buildings, including Ezra, Esplanade and Chowringhee mansions. Seeing that my interest lies in getting inside the place of worship, a hawker hurriedly displaces himself and even unbolts the gate.

Even today, Maghen David is described in visitors&rsquo books as the &ldquomost splendid synagogue in all Asia&rdquo and the din outside its periphery only heightens the calm I feel on its precincts. The synagogue is truly a picture of grandeur. Replete with an ornate Holy Ark, a beautifully-carved tebah (an elevated platform for reading the Torah), stained-glass windows shaped as the Tablets of Stone, Hebrew plaques and polished furniture, the immaculate interiors even in their silence reflect a sense of bustling times. Of times when stylish Aunt Dorothy Benjamin, our warm-hearted neighbour, would be here every Saturday morning to attend service. Like most of her Jewish friends who lived around Park Street, Aunt Benjamin had a weekly routine. I remember Sunday was reserved for the races, Tuesday for poker, Thursday for the salon and so on. Indeed, it was this upbringing, on the template of discipline so imperative to the old world, which for years brought us an eagerly awaited treat every Shabbat.

Like clockwork, she would send across an appetising dinner tray with customary fare prepared by her Muslim bawarchi, a typical aspect of Jewish households in Calcutta. What made our eyes gleam were the three staples chicken-okra stew, aloo makala &mdash a scrumptious Middle Eastern-Indian hybrid wholly irreverent to the term called calories &mdash and the dessert, which during winters was almost always a delectable apple kugel. Friday nights were never the same after Aunt Benjamin.

There was a sizeable Jewish population in Calcutta who followed these customs and lived a lifestyle of cultural assimilation. My recollections are about two decades old and a lot has altered in Calcutta&rsquos Jewish landscape since. The Star of David barely hangs in a handful places what with the Cohens, Ezras, Myers and Benjamins having gone separate ways.

&ldquoWe are opportunists. Wherever ports of commerce call, we sail,&rdquo said 80-year-old David Nahoum when I met him at his usual spot behind the antique wooden cash register. He is the third-generation owner of Nahoum & Sons. This 1902 vintage confectioner&rsquos at New Market has had the city&rsquos loyalty despite plush newcomers Calcutta returning to it time and again for its trademark rich fruit cake, water biscuits, baklava, cheese sambusak... or perhaps simply for nostalgia. David Nahoum has seen the Jewish graph change, and having resisted the temptation to emigrate, is today the torchbearer of the dwindled community. Nahoum is affable and his characteristic personal attention to customers remains intact even as he oversees the running of the shop.

Amid that flurry he recounted to me Calcutta&rsquos Jewish history that began when Iraqi Jews or Baghdadis started settling here towards the late 18th century. &ldquoWe are philanthropic builders, too, and leave a rich legacy wherever we set foot,&rdquo he says. As I left, he gave me a handwritten note that allowed me entry into Maghen David, one of the only two shining remainders of Jewish glory &mdash its synagogues &mdash of which he is the guardian.

Barely five minutes from Maghen, traffic hurdles notwithstanding, is Beth El Synagogue on Manook Street, off Pollock Street. The slim street is flanked with shops wholesaleing birthday-party material and I bump into balloons and Donald Duck masks before arriving at the 1855-built edifice. It&rsquos simpler than the other yet striking, the faint-yellow structure complementing the blue-toned stained glass vertical panels at the entrance. The sanctum sanctorum is sun-drenched and gives a frequented feel. It&rsquos the only active synagogue in Calcutta and, if there&rsquos sizeable attendance during Passover week, the matzoh or mussa, the cracker-thin unleavened bread, is still sold.

While these two synagogues speak of a celebrated legacy, in the vicinity stands a crumbling structure &mdash the Neveh Shalome Synagogue, Calcutta&rsquos first-ever that was established in 1826.