Sunday, 14 September 2008

Leaving Ahmedabad..

A week. That is all I have left in this city.


After spending an odd 16 months in this city, it is time to recollect. During my stay here, I had cursed the city for the trials it had put me through. But it would be thankless of me, if I do not praise it for what it has given me. So this rant would be free from my cribs about this city.


When I came here, I knew only one person in the city, Malav. I did not know the city, I did not have a place to stay. But I had a friend. And that is what strikes me about this city. Within its social fabric, warmth and friendship is the brightest of hues. It is a fabric difficult to get into, as I had found out to my chagrin. But once you do, it is amazing.

I had been part of many a tale here, from the days of house hunting with Malav on his Yezdi, when the broker thought I was not presentable enough to the would be land lords to the day when I finally got myself inked. As a testament to my crazy experiences in this city, here is a letter I once wrote to my colleagues about my phone number..

Good morning designers,

After many (mis)adventures and trysts with reckless motorcades, after enduring scorching heat and relentless rain, I have managed to get meself a local mobile number. For those who think this is but an easy task (and are probably smiling at the nuances of its simplicity), try convincing the SIM provider of your identity under the following conditions:

A> your appearance should resemble a disheveled ruffian out on a stroll [add torn jeans for best results]

B> all your identity proofs should have different looking photos of you

C> you should not be able to read, write or speak the local language [ I have 23 leaflets explaining the various mobile schemes in Gujrati…feel free to translate]

Anyways now I do have a local number. So if any of you want to console me, treat me to lunch/ dinner, teach me the language, buy me a Harley…feel free to call at xxxxxxxxx.

Adios amigos.

I will miss the quirkiness of this city;

the apprehensions of whether the restaurant for the night has meat on its menu, the bike rides to across the river in search of tasty street food, the journey into run-down shanties for momos, the drives to a different city for music, the peacocks on my balcony, the wait for the bootlegger,..


This city has rewarded me with good friends and amply so. Seldom again would I walk into an office full of friends rather than colleagues. Working together through relentless nights for faceless clients sitting across the globe, working to build a nascent corporation to a point where corporates would trust them with big projects, sneaking off to chai breaks, taking digs at hierarchy, daily battles with the alarm clock, feeling proud when one of the team would be praised for his work by a man who has never met us…its been a great experience.


Wherever we go, whatever we do, shapes us for the better. This was no different.


Many a times I have said to my friends about my present location,

‘ One day God looked at me and said “Ok. This guy has had far too much pork and beer. Let’s put him in Ahmedabad. Let’s punish him.”’


I stand corrected. Maybe what he said was

“ I think he needs a few more good friends. Let’s put him in Ahmedabad”.

11 comments:

  1. akhir mummy ne senti mar hi diya!!

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  2. here's a toast-

    to strange cities, and stranger friends- cheers!

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  3. hey buddy..
    great writing as always...
    but your beautiful take on things is a awesome to see..
    keep living, keep learning..
    bhavika

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  4. sahilbhai...kampai..[whaddya know..it rhymes :)]

    bhavika
    thanks. i am planning to revisit sultangarhi when i am in delhi. something about ruins...always enchant me.

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  5. aby..this is nostalgic..almost poetic too man..one of the best written dark and humorous post that I have read in recent times..loved the letter :)

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  6. boooo..hoooooo..
    tussi na jao......

    agar jao toh hume le kar jao....
    ;-)

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  7. being born and living in one city all my life..i have taken it as a part of me...my habits, moods and character has gotten interwoven with the city...and i never thought about how it has grown into me......when the thought now comes to me about the possibility of shifting to some place else..i have a hundred questions......and no answers to many of them...but i guess....i will grow into any place i live in.....
    a pretty good post !!!!

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  9. I always prided myself as being one of those who loved the city bereft of its people.....but off late I seem to have fallen into the trap of falling for the people and loving the city through them. It's the people and the time spent with them that sticks these days.....guess we are all going soft.

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  10. a city exists in several planes..its buildings, its sounds, its smells, its people...it is quite interesting how it struck me the other day..how the sewers of each city have their own distinctive smell..

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  11. I quite relate to your feeling. Its strange how a place grows on you. You made me feel nostalgic about my days at Mumbai :(

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