FLYING TO BAPU’S HOME
Did you know Sabarmati river originated from Udaipur?
I did not know. But I am an outsider. I did not find a local who did not think that Sabarmati does not belong to Ahmedabad. They call it, ‘gatar ka pani’ and scoff for the tourist’s benefit or perhaps to disassociate themselves with the river but it belongs to Ahmedabad, an unsaid possession in their eyes.
This apparent disclaimer makes one wonder at the people sitting at the riverfront, beside the river, on one long stretch of bench along its bank. In the morning, middle aged couples take a walk, youngsters and individuals cycle in groups or alone using the rent a cycle service, in the evening, students sit here, writing and designing, one boy will always be found playing a guitar. And the night belongs to quiet walks, cycles and lovers. The unique feeling that each of them carry is, no body wants to disturb the tranquility in the air. And that’s why perhaps, there is no one harassing the couples here, also credit due to the police patrol van.
Today, in 2020, a peaceful solitude in the cold evening, watching the water flow, I marvel at its maintenance, despite Ganesh Chaturthi, sewage and plenty other unknown reasons to me, the river has been routinely given a bath.
And now I heard, Prime minster Narendra Modi landed in Ahmedabad, via a seaplane from Kevadia colony to Sabarmati Riverfront, which is now base to a water aerodome, the ‘gatar ka pani’ is an international celebrity.
Take responsibility to convert something hopeless into something beautiful. It is our fear of mistakes that hold us back. But what if, leaders thought so?
“I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being–forgive me–rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.”
- Albus Dumbledore.