I 'AM'DAVADI

    

Well, after my first blog yesterday I am back again. I am feeling totally diverse to what I was feeling yesterday. You all must be familiar to a phase where you feel so annoyed or emotional or anguished or aghast and you start writing feverously, belting out all emotions, literally smashing your keypad and at the end of it feel relieved, rejuvenated and less burdened. That’s what writing does to you and that’s how I felt yesterday; Okay, so enough of gyan. Let’s talk something practical today.

I’ll start my today’s article by giving a little background about myself and then moving forward. I am a guy who was born and brought up in Kolkata. I was living a not so lavish life. But I had friends who made my living extravagant. Very soon after I completed my secondary education after several hiccups my parents decided that we will be better off in Gujarat and so, here I am. I won’t talk much about how I felt at that point of time. It obviously didn’t feel fantastic, but yes I disliked my parents’ decision. Ahmedabad did look grand, the big roads, the rich people, evident from the fact that the amount of food they consumed. A new chapter of my life started here. The people were extremely different, different in mannerisms, thinking, the way of talking. It definitely didn’t feel like I was at home for a few days. Until I joined school, made a few friends and understood the ‘amdavadi’ ideology. Everyone is so confident about themselves; regardless of the fact that they cannot spell the word ‘English’ itself correctly. But the confidence is so high that they can keep on arguing on the fact that it wasn’t their fault and maybe I read it wrong. And hold on, by the end of the argument you might just be convinced that indeed you read it wrong!

The people here are flashy; they wear so bright colors that you wouldn’t require sunlight at times. The accent which they carry is as close to a code language, yes maybe more difficult than the C++.  Ahmedabad can be a very difficult place to live in for a guy who comes from a metropolitan city. No, not just because Gujarat is a dry state but because the ideologies are way too different. But there is something about this city that keeps you hooked on. May be there is a positivity in the atmosphere which is infectious. The people here are both hard working and dignified at the same time. It is not just the Modi effect; it is the people’s effect. It is the people of Amdavad who make it what it is today. I thought otherwise when I had come here but today I do not feel reluctant to say that I love Ahmedabad. Not that I miss Kolkata any less, but I am better off here. This city doesn’t help you stand up when you have had a fall. Trust me; no one would give a shit. And so you can say that in a way this city teaches you to be self-reliant and be hard enough to take a fall. For all the people who are reading this belonging to somewhere outside Gujarat, I remember the line by Amitabh Bachchan, “Kuch din toh Guzaro Gujarat mein”.