Thursday, March 26, 2009
There I was, a pretty, silver balloon bobbing along with a few other balloons held snugly in a woman's lap riding pillion on a scootie on Ellis Bridge one afternoon in Ahmedabad.
If it had been a prank played by a child, maybe I could have laughed. How exactly does one laugh though, after one has popped?
What made it worse, that it was the deed of a lout, a common one, like many others you see on the street.
There was no question of laughing. And there has been no bobbing back.
Maybe if I had been a boat bobbing on the Sabarmati I'd stand a better chance. But no, I'd have sunk for ever more. Have you seen how dirty that water is?
What if I had been a duck? Would I have done better at bobbing then? No, that's too same to same as above. I'd just have been slain, and that would have been that.
The only thing that comes to mind is a phoenix. But a phoenix is too grandiose, and is it even real?
So while I figure out what I could be that would guarantee a bobbing back after an out-of-sorts except being a phoenix which I certainly could never be, you could have a look at some photos of Ahmedabad which may make more sense than my words.
Rakhiyal, March 2009
Painter Atul's stall, March 2009
Rakhiyal GIDC, March 2009
Sabarmati Station Road, March 2009