Ahmedabad Diaries #1

Getting out of home that also for the first time was enough capable to give me no man’s land of imagination power. From ‘Booking tickets for father and sister along with me’ to ‘travelling alone to a country with an official property’ has made me aware how much enigma God fuse into us and about which we are always unsure.

Ahmedabad is such a place in my heart.

In no way it is bitter and in every way it has done some value add to my life. Though I did not quiet much enjoyed the 3-Tier AC ride over night to Ahmedabad for obvious reasons. Considering the Paris Hilton tantrums I carry when it comes to travelling. It was first time I was in Rajdhani that also with father and Sister. Father took care of travel nicely yet we three were like really timid; okay may be not sure about father but me and sister were. So much so that even if we had separate seats to sleep; we decided to settle in one. I pity now her; as we both knew nothng on earth can stop me from sleeping in any given pathetic circumstances; sister did not sleep whole night and managed to perform so many kathakali moves on seat. Anyways, I hardly got disturbed as I was dead asleep.

Train ride makes me remember two passengers who were a father-son duo. The son was wearing gold rings in every possible finger and father had an opinion on every possible discussion. Those two were only entertainment source for me and as my die hard longing; I started analysing both of them and their convo. Perhaps i drilled down to the color of saari which son was about to gift to his sister-in-law. Yes he was a business man and most confus soul on earth. Everybody on train knew that he has not done right while trading ground nut oil with gurgaon dealer as his father was apparently a self declared Arindhum Chaudhary in business and knew that his son is most stupid on earth. He indeed was. The guy who runs on stoned gold rings rather than his own brain is a clear cut Manmohan Singh.

Travel jitters and no man’s land imagination for coming time in Ahmedabad made me drowsy and i felt asleep facing sister feet though It wont be completely wrong that I would have given her face punches later in night with my feet.

The morning came and we finally saw Ahmedabad. It looked normal. Ok lets go ahead and catch an auto or rickshaw. Sigh of relief! They have non-sharing auto. We got in one and headed for guest house address. I saw slum areas, labour class market, IIM, Malls, Mcdonalds, Restaurants and many more thing. Till this time I was terrified to see amount of pollution on road. By now I have created an ugly face of my future Ahmedabad days.

So much so that I started giving myself relaxation that i just have to spend 6 months and then I can take a transfer. Then I thought, I can always take a flight and come back home. Phew! Yes I can do that. Lets relax. We reached guest house. It was ok. The helper there was sweet but i did not like sight of him. He was this close to in looks with Shakuni Mama of mahabharat plus he made bad pohas and bad sandwiches. But lets ignore this, we need to get fresh. We got freshed and slept.

Slept so that we could wake up to find myself a PG.
A PG which has given “will never forget” moments of lifetime.

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