tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611409145460031631.post3035691703175849072..comments2023-04-06T04:27:39.936-04:00Comments on The Unswept Corner: First Morning in BombayCaladriushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01112421306254066971noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611409145460031631.post-37249377552674056642011-02-10T12:32:34.353-05:002011-02-10T12:32:34.353-05:00When I was still an infant I went to live to the t...When I was still an infant I went to live to the town of Ranchi. Of course now it is a capital city and all that but back then it was miserably secondary to Patna, which in itself was an overcrowded village when seen through the prism of New Delhi. But I loved the place. When we finally moved back to Delhi when I was five, I thought it was another of those annual trips to Delhi. I was excited about Delhi, but only inasmuch as I was excited about it every year. Once we were there I had a blast for ten days but then wanted badly to go back, wheedled, threatened, incited, insisted, persisted, requested my folks to go back to Ranchi, only to realise we were here for good. Of course, the breadth of the roads and their flatness quotient and the angles at which they cut each other and the city's local food and the height of the buildings and the sanitary systems and the state of public transport were hitherto irrelevant to my hitherto unhardened brain - all that mattered was where friends and loved ones were, and they were in Ranchi.<br /><br />Inside, that's all that matters even today. The rest, as I conceded, is claptrap.Caladriushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01112421306254066971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611409145460031631.post-60406100559114787452011-02-04T10:42:01.877-05:002011-02-04T10:42:01.877-05:00You know wherever I go, I find these people from t...You know wherever I go, I find these people from the BIG cities clamoring up, naming innumerable, what I assume as must be famous, busy and important roads or buildings. It's difficult not to find such bunch of delhi waale or mumbaikers, wherever you go. And obviously, they get into contrasting the BIG cities amongst themselves. <br /><br />But for someone who grew up in a small city, bereft of any such group, the sentiments are so much more like in those scenes which lead upto the climax of a play, silently waiting, comfortably assured that it will happen to me too - the big thing that will change my life in someway and hell yeah, i'll be part of the group which would reminisce one of these cities somewhere else, in fond nostalgia, spewing one name after another, claiming to know the city as good as my palm. <br /><br />:) May you find your dreams in the city of dreams. I shall be there for whole two months of summer. Find time to meet me.The Chirping Chickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12270137883000561102noreply@blogger.com