Don’t get feared, even though this is about my last day in Ahmedabad, unlike the first day, I’d like to finish this as soon as possible. Because my last post about first day in Ahmedabad was too big and people find it tough to finish it off. So let me break this into pieces, first one, Mr. Prasanth sarkale is really a nice guy. In fact lot more than what I thought he’d be. He was like a nice friend showing all the tourist places, historical monuments etc, he was having so much info regarding almost everything in Ahmedabad. The reason is simple, he loves Ahmedabad and he is, by born curious.
Second, he summoned me not to eat anything all the day because he is taking me to best restaurant in Ahmedabad which serves the famous “Guajarati thali”. I was surprised initially when he told that I must have empty stomach to eat one, before supper we’ll be having empty stomach even if we had our lunch. But he was serious regarding my fasting; therefore I had only two teas and one “irani chai” from “hotel lucky” which serves best tasting tea in whole Ahmedabad. Along with two of his friends, we went to a place called something like “gordvan thali”. Decorated with swords, shields and other such things, it looked like a small palace crowded with all huge human beings. Unlike all the other, this place is bright and people are making noise like in irani café, without smoke, of course. Here no menu coz only thing that is served is thali. So we said four and waiter brought four plates weighing 2kgs each, with more than 1 feet diameter. He kept nine metal cups inside and one by one came and filled all those with colorful, hot…er… liquids, fluids and curries, better if I say eatables. Later another one came and kept two rotis along with a ghee coated biscuit-like thing. The way they serve things is really making me proud; u can feel like a king. I tried to taste everything and the costliest item in plate is a liquid sweet tasting similar to “panchamrutham”. Before starting main course I was left with small gap in stomach in which nothing other than desserts can fit. But like a warrior, I fought with all my limitations and started eating khichidi with ghee. At that particular movement, I felt like having a buffer in stomach so that everything that tastes good can be tasted. I felt almost like “ego, the critic”, when he ate “ratatoullie”. Therefore I ate that again, and finally, as I can feel food in my neck, I stopped eating, my mouth wants more, but how sad, I got small stomach, small at least in case of “Guajarati thali“. Now, the struggle starts, I must get up and walk. But luckily, a guy came with a brass kettle filled with hot water and I washed my hands with great struggle. I can feel the pain in moving each and every organ in body; I don’t remember eating that much till date. May be dinner at home, when mom used to feed us. But that’s okay, eat and sleep there itself, but now, I got to go.
After 15min, we were sitting outside the hotel, at around 10pm, with our backs towards highway. I was struggling with all those 23 items I have in stomach and trying my level best to move. I realized “Someone like me must do fasting for at least for a week to enjoy Guajarati thali”
