The
belongingness that you feel towards a city is a peculiar phenomenon. More often
than not, there is not much of a clear cut reason behind why you feel the way
you do about a particular place. For me, that city was Delhi for a very long time. And after a
considerable amount of thought, I came to the conclusion that this attachment was
based on a single premise: Familiarity. I spent 20 years in that city and a part
of me began to be defined by Delhi
itself. That is true of every place though! There is a certain trademark of
every city’s inhabitants. Delhi
is for aggression, Mumbai for progressiveness, Kolkata for simplicity, Chennai
for conventionality and so on (these are my views and I am not typecasting
anyone).
So I was all Delhi – aggressive, boisterous
and a bit egocentric (by using the word “bit”, I am just cutting myself some
slack to be honest!!!). I spent so many years getting each and every bit of Delhi ingrained in me that even today the mention of the
name brings a sudden allegiance towards Delhi
as if it is a long lost sibling! And when destiny took me to Mumbai, a city
that I had heard so much about but never really wanted to be a part of, I vowed
to myself that I will keep that Delhi
spirit alive in me. There was no reason to have an aversion to Mumbai other
than the obstinate resolve to be addressed as a “Delhite” for life!
And then came
the transition phase of my life, when I moved to Mumbai some 30 months ago. There
is a compulsion within to keep yourself so fervently attached to your hometown
(which for me is Delhi
for I have hardly spent any time in my birthplace Chennai). It is an emotion so
hard to describe. For one thing, that is where all your roots are – friends,
family and so many memories built out of years of growing up. And then you know
that, here in this new city ,
you are an outsider and you always will be. So you want to keep that bond with
the city you left alive, just so you have some place that you can call your
own. And for that, you keep going back to the memories that you have of
Connaught place and Lajpat Nagar where you have spent all your teenage days,
even as the memories become thinner and thinner as years progress. After a
point of time, you are forced to accept that you have gotten over the obsession
of wanting to be referred to as a “Dilli
ki ladki”!
For me that
moment of realization happened in the very near past. On my last visit to Delhi , I became aware of
the change in me. I don’t speak the same language any more (I have a lot of
Mumbaiya slang in my Hindi). I don’t know what restaurants to go to and when
people ask me for suggestions my mind keeps going back to Lokhandwala or Colaba
or Bandra. I have considerable difficulty in remembering some of the “galli and
raste” that used to be at my fingertips. I feel a bit out of place when my
friends are talking about a new place that they have been to recently. And
above all, I feel like a visitor in the city! I find myself wanting to get back
to my life and that life is not in this city anymore!!!
It was
unsettling initially to feel so unconnected to Delhi . But it was even more of a shocker to
think how less of a time it took me to move from one end to the other of the
spectrum! May be, I was not as fixated on Delhi
as I thought I was. Or probably, the familiarity that makes one belong somewhere
developed between me and Mumbai! Perhaps, I was much better at adapting to a
newer territory that I ever imagined myself to be!
