We blame our big cities for being too fast, crowded, polluted and dirty. We curse the 'fast life' for making everything so hectic, robbing us off our time and peace of mind. But, if we pause and take a closer look, it is these very cities that hold rare and hidden gems that, fortunately, not many people know or care about. That gives explorers like myself the rare opportunity to visit them and immerse my senses into their spaces.
These days, my weekend plans rarely include a trip to the mall or going for a movie. Instead, my heart is set on exploring history, culture, people, food - all important facets of the human story, our story.
The Art Book Center was a pleasant surprise that welcomed me on an ordinary day. All thanks to my husband who convinced me despite all my doubting of his decision. On the side of a busy lane in the erstwhile hamlet of Madalpur, Ellisbridge, stands a two-story heritage structure beaming with bright colours of vivid red, turmeric yellow, and deep blue, adorned with decorations, handloom tapestries, trinkets, and all kinds of strange objects.
A board identified it as, 'Art Book Center'. In the verandah sat a stern-looking, silver-haired man, glaring at me made me anxious. After a few fleeting eye contacts, I proceeded to the narrow lane looking for an entrance into the century-old building. Similar houses dotted the lane on both sides giving me a taste of Ahmedabad's days of old. The people seemed welcoming, friendly, helpful. One of them was kind enough to guide me in the right direction.
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| The neighbourhood of Madalpur |
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| The first floor of the Art Book Center |
As I opened the beige-coloured narrow door, I reached a small landing, the wall had a decorative cloth framed on it. On the right was a steep wooden staircase - the whole scene created a bit of drama. It was quiet as I walked up the stairs that led me to a little yellow and red-painted gate. I opened it and went inside glancing at the little mirrors, hangings, and other playful objects that came alive giving the crammed space a timeless, artsy and bohemian aura.
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| The chirpy coloured gate at the shop’s entrance |
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To the left, I was surprised to see the stern-looking and phlegmatic man now smiling and welcoming me to his haven of books. I entered a small room which was actually a house; it had another room in it both stacked with books of various sizes, vivd textures and colours. It seemed as if the room had no walls, just books piles to support the structure.
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| Vintage and antique objects - A collector's paradise |
The man proudly introduced himself as the owner of the 'Art Book Center' and started telling me the story of how it all began. While the man rattled on about his past, I glanced around the small square of a room. I was amazed at the expanse and depth that the rich collection of books lent it. It didn't matter that it was a small and humble space - the history, art, heritage, stories enriched it; the crystals, evil eye amulets, and other mysterious vintage items, that overwhelmed the shelves, gave it an unparalleled aura of mystery combined with curiosity and wonder. Even the most fancy and grand edifice would dull in its comparison.
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| Manhar Bhai admires his collection |
Manhar Bhai proudly told me about his deep love and passion for Indian textiles, handlooms, art and architecture; it was evident from his voracious collection which he boasted had been lauded by several celebrities and foreign visitors. The more we conversed, the more he got comfortable. He was featured on several media platforms, yet he maintained his humility. His son has joined the book selling business, he shares.
After many conversations and explorations, I picked up a book on the elements of Indian art; I ensured I picked something that was light on the pocket. The Art Book Center's collection isn't exactly cheap. Some collectors' books and other items run into the thousands, thanks to their rareness and the willingness of collectors to part with large sums of money to possess them.
Just before I took his leave, Manhar Bhai said something to me. He said, "I can tell you are a good person by looking at your toes." I thanked him for his kind words, but was'nt surprised by the illogical statement; how can someone's toes be the judge of a person's character one may wonder. However, such statements are common. In the days of old, many an elder would judge one's character by the shape of their nose, the outline of one's face, etc. The logic? Nobody knows.
For interesting conversations and to immerse into a magical world, visit Art Book Center at: https://www.artbookcenter.net/ .
