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Here is an excerpt from Suketu Mehta‘s Maximum City. A story in a story about being nomadic, but in the city instead of the desert, and presumeably with more red tape, and with taxis instead of camels. I guess there are differences, but really the fundamentals are the same: necessity and property owners are my overlords; I must pare down my dependence on things and be careful to not invest emotionally in people that I soon may have to leave. Material property and the world are as insubstantial as the time between moves, and the idea of home.
The Rent Act leads to peculiar constructions of “home,” unique to Bombay. Each April 1, a parade of taxis and tempos will take the residents of the F.D. Petit Parsi Sanitarium at Kemps Corner to the Bhabha Sanitarium at Bandra. Four months later, they will all move to the Jehangir Bagh Sanitarium in Juhu. Four months after that, they will all come back to the Kemps Corner. The mass migrations back and forth to the same place, often the same room, happen because the Parsi Panchayat, which owns the sanatoria, knows that tenants who are allowed to stay on become de facto owners. So they keep their tenants constantly on the move, even as they provide them shelter. Some of the families have been doing this merry-go-round for over half a century. Every time they move, they must reapply, coming up with a health certificate, to prove they need the salubrious quarters of a sanatorium. They are allowed to keep their bags and some furniture – but not a refrigerator. Installing a fridge is claiming home, so the residents must subsist on powdered milk.
~Suketu Mehta, Maximum City
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