In year 2000, I made a futile attempt to form a musical group, a band; had named it ZingSting Band. We were three of us in the Band, one on Guitar, who was a pro, other was on key boards, who was not a pro but had a good sense of rhythm, while I was on percussions, the weak link. A few months later the band was disbanded; reason was my suspicion that either I was rhythm-deaf or I was a genius and was looking for a new genre of music (but the later was not true). After almost a decade, I am on my way to conquer this self proclaimed problem - I have signed up for percussion classes! I have challenged myself, armed with the passion to learn percussions and shortly I will win over the belief that I have rhythm-beat-deafness (if at all). I am all charged-up with the motivational blah - blah. Just wait and watch – ZingSting Band will once again Jazz-up the town. I can see my wife and both the kids laughing at me on this new ‘bout’. I believe, instead if laughing, they must spend some time praying, as I will be practicing at home! I don’t know if they can approach human rights commission against my ‘out of sync’ practice sessions!!!
|CD cover of our 1st (and only) album|
The day started with getting up early to get ready for the first music class. To my utter surprise there were 8 of us – ready to conquer the world of music. Our music teacher seemed baffled. There was a mixed expression on his face – in a way he was happy as he had 8 new students (means more fees) but the moment we laid our hands on the individual instruments and attempted to play (some thing), his face was pale. He realized the uphill task he had undertaken of teaching music to not one but eight Aurangzhebs! I am sure he will have nightmares from now on.
|Music class in progress|
The Sunday morning was jam packed with activities, after the music lessons, some of us had to rush to the APY-2. We all started off by about 10.45 am. Three groups were formed; I was in the group documenting Delli Darwaja and Dariyapur Darwaja. We reached there only to find out that we were too early, there was hardly any sign of activity. We decided to check out the other groups and took a route thru the old city. This was 1st time in my life and probably the last time too that I would drive thru the old city. I was not aware of the road and traffic conditions as we maneuvered the (giant) SUV thru the old city roads – the experience can be best compared with angioplasty procedure and the feeling the balloon would be going thru. The road width was almost the size of the SUV, it was a two-way traffic and you can imagine the commotion, the traffic from the opposite direction had to retrieve or park on the footpath (if it existed) or get in the side lanes. There was a huge jam behind us. I got the choicest of the curses, though I had expected that some one would pull me out of the car and bash me up. Ahmedavadi ki jai ho – not only we were out of the jam but myself (with 5 others) and the SUV were unscratched!
We did move around near Daripur Darwaja, which appeared to be okay from the front (main road) side but the rear was pathetic. We checked the inside of the gate and we were shocked to see the state of the historic monument. I find it difficult to imagine that Ahmedabad Municipal Corporation is proposing Ahmedabad as a World Heritage Site. What we saw was similar to the plight of Common Wealth Games preparations. It’s a sorry state and a big let down, the less we talk about it better it would be.
|Rear of Dariyapur Gate, grilled door lead to the room inside the gate structure|
|Inside of the room - full of filth, just like our politicians!|
|One of the few doors left in the gate is ruined by the pictures of god-goddesses; while there were 14 temples within 70 ft from the gate.|
At such times, I wonder, should the people responsible for CWG sham or similar (AMC heritage wing) be given capital punishment? Should we shout or should we accept the way things are going on?
The accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference. What is your take on this?
One more thing: From this post onwards, I would be blogging every forth night. See you on the 10th of October.