Today is ahmedabads birthday(or not...)...well apparently it seems that 597 years back,on this day(26th february 1411) our dear city AHMEDABAD was established...
MAGICAL AHMEDABAD :
I always say that this city is magical....I now found out that even history has its proof....
Sultan Ahmed Shah (who laid the foundation of A'BAD) was on his hunting expedition when he once saw a hare chasing a dog,against the law of nature...
he asked a sage for explanation,The sage pointed out unique characteristics in the land which had such rare qualities which turned a hare to chase a ferocious dog. Impressed by this, the sultan, who had been looking for a place to build his kingdom,built it on the same soil.....THE SOIL OF AHMEDABAD!!
Did you know ...In 1487 ,the grandson of Ahmed Shah, built the city with an outer city wall six miles in circumference and consisting of 12 gates,189 watch towers and over 6,000 battlements to protect it from outside invaders!!!!!
Did you know ...In 1487 ,the grandson of Ahmed Shah, built the city with an outer city wall six miles in circumference and consisting of 12 gates,189 watch towers and over 6,000 battlements to protect it from outside invaders!!!!!
NO WONDER ITS ONE OF THE SAFEST CITIES ;)
It took an army of 1 lakh infantry,800 elephants,3200 camels,600 cannons,1600 carts and 5 crore to establish ahmedabad(itna paisa to sanjay leela bhansali apni aek film banane mein kharch kar deta hai...kuch sikho bhai..!)
I only wish that this magical city never loses its charm ....I hope people realise that its one of the most beautiful and amazing cities and take care of it .....
Heres a poem written by a person which totally shows the nature of amdavadis...
We know how to enjoy our life and always have an easy going attitude...:
In Ahmedabad Airport
In a hurry to go home
In a hurry to go home
despiteThe nice room booked in Taj Residency
In Ahmedabad. Home as destination
Is looked forward to as the resting-place.
Not realizing that itIs one more station,
a place of restlessness.
The train of time keeps moving,
Leaving all stations behind.
Here I am, (not waiting for the rains)
But an old man all right.
Because I said I want Indian,
To get more points on Flying Returns.
The constable at domestic advised
to goTo international airport
Using the red bus of Indian Airlines.
But I called Dinesh the taxi-driver
quicklyOn cell: he came back,
I had tipped him 30 rupees!
He took me to the International side,
Much drearier with customs and immigration.
But here in front in the security lounge,
Is a family, talking and laughing:
One old lady with full gray hairs,
One young couple,
man in yellow t-shirtWife in red dress,
wearing black specs
And a cheerful middle-aged manIn a lively manner,
setting off peals of laughter
.And another man with two young boys,
Aged eight and twelve.Each one laughs so differently
No need to patent it.
The girl’sIs like serried ranks of soldiers
Advancing relentlessly.
Old lady laughs as if she isCoughing in gaps.
I could have changed my ticket to Mumbai
To another airline from domestic.
But I would not have seen this family,
Who knows how to live life,
and enjoy it,
Nor written this poem.
.D T Joseph
29.01.08
Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
AAVJO,
asHwIni.
