1st Anniversary
Flashback - Five years ago on a cold starry night, my best friend told me that the best city to live in, in India is B O M B A Y. Guess I took him too seriously!
The transformation is almost complete. I'm now a mumbaikar from down south. Morose, Selfish and Moody. You have a problem with that ;)
Its been a year since I have set foot on this city, which I would so much like to call hell, but having lived in and consumed by it, I guess I will call it home. It was this month last year that I landed here by the scum of the airlines - Indian Airlines. I hear, as of today, there are a couple of others, competing for that coveted spot.
I knew life was never going to be the same and I must say the city lived up to its expectations. I crave for Dhoklas as much as I relish the Dabelis. Pav Bhaji's make me sick, but I make up for it by gobbling up jilebis. I don't mind having a midday meal by the roadside stall which I think was something impossible a year back. The best part is wading through miles of traffic and crossing 4 laners like strolling in your backyard. The BEST buses never cease to run unless its a bus stop. And I don't even want to talk about the rainy season. The radio channels in this city are something I admire, not to mention the innumerous bars, pubs and malls where I hangout with my friends. I see 2 year olds begging at traffic signals and I drool at 18 something chicks driving Mercs. I mean that's when you are eligible to get your license, right!
And whenever I feel like going on an adventure, I head for the nearest local station. I'm taller than the average mumbaite by 3 or 4 inches and have very broad shoulders. Plus, I learnt Karate when I was a kid. So I can pack that extra power when I need it. I speak goonda hindi too. And I curse myself if I'm polite. I start my sentences with "Abey, Saale" and I kinda like it when I end it with a "Thut tere ki". I like the general chitter chatter of the hoi polloi. Stock prices, petrol, cricket scores et al.
I have been a spectator to the mumbai rains and I have borne its summer too. The crowd sometimes is irritating. The clock keeps ticking but the buzz keeps me alive. Its not easy walking with your chest upright in this city, and if you decide to rest and stoop, the burden you carry in your head will bring you down.
Its been a fun ride all along. Hope to stay here for some more time.
"Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein." --Friedrich Nietzsche
How apt!
The transformation is almost complete. I'm now a mumbaikar from down south. Morose, Selfish and Moody. You have a problem with that ;)
Its been a year since I have set foot on this city, which I would so much like to call hell, but having lived in and consumed by it, I guess I will call it home. It was this month last year that I landed here by the scum of the airlines - Indian Airlines. I hear, as of today, there are a couple of others, competing for that coveted spot.
I knew life was never going to be the same and I must say the city lived up to its expectations. I crave for Dhoklas as much as I relish the Dabelis. Pav Bhaji's make me sick, but I make up for it by gobbling up jilebis. I don't mind having a midday meal by the roadside stall which I think was something impossible a year back. The best part is wading through miles of traffic and crossing 4 laners like strolling in your backyard. The BEST buses never cease to run unless its a bus stop. And I don't even want to talk about the rainy season. The radio channels in this city are something I admire, not to mention the innumerous bars, pubs and malls where I hangout with my friends. I see 2 year olds begging at traffic signals and I drool at 18 something chicks driving Mercs. I mean that's when you are eligible to get your license, right!
And whenever I feel like going on an adventure, I head for the nearest local station. I'm taller than the average mumbaite by 3 or 4 inches and have very broad shoulders. Plus, I learnt Karate when I was a kid. So I can pack that extra power when I need it. I speak goonda hindi too. And I curse myself if I'm polite. I start my sentences with "Abey, Saale" and I kinda like it when I end it with a "Thut tere ki". I like the general chitter chatter of the hoi polloi. Stock prices, petrol, cricket scores et al.
I have been a spectator to the mumbai rains and I have borne its summer too. The crowd sometimes is irritating. The clock keeps ticking but the buzz keeps me alive. Its not easy walking with your chest upright in this city, and if you decide to rest and stoop, the burden you carry in your head will bring you down.
Its been a fun ride all along. Hope to stay here for some more time.
"Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein." --Friedrich Nietzsche
How apt!
posted by D. @ 1:51 PM
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