At Bhopal you will come across strangely named places.
There are places like the do (2) number, the teen (3) number, the cheh (6) number, the sade cheh (6 1/2) number till barah (12) number (as on date) – and believe it or not – these are all thriving markets or/and residential colonies.
The big and beautiful bungalows of the administrative services and of some politicians is located at something called 1100 quarters. One might wonder why these strange names.
It is nothing but the Bhopali heritage of being lazy. We are passionate of our laziness, and preserve it as our heritage. Out of laziness no body for a long time bothered to name the places and hence people (bus conductors – the trend setters of Bhopal) started calling these places by the serial number 2, 3, 4 etc.
Coming back to our heritage of being lazies, Bhopal was the founding venue of the legendary lazies’ Club, the Daairat-ul-Kuhala, which began somewhere in the late 1920s. This club was Bhopal’s response to the global strife of the world being in “too much of a hurry”. In response, this mid-century home to the Urdu ghazal, under the proud president Jigar Moradabadi, elevated laziness to an art form. The entry fees to this club was a pillow, and the status of the members was ranked by there vertical position in the club, viz lying down, sprawled, seated or standing. The standing members were to pay for the drinks, and this they did gladly. Once Jigar Moradabadi was even kidnapped by a local goon – and was let go only after a private recital.