Long time it has been... have been really busy with work, and shirking work.
After sitting at the workstation for 10 hours, two hours of genuine work and 8 hours of sincere pretension, writing seems to be the last thing in mind. but worry not folks, i have sorted the issue, i think i can do well with 20 less minutes of looking at useless work sheets.
Feel like talking about mumbai. tough city to survive, local trains, existence of a sloth, individuality and differentiation to a degree of a taxi full of dead fishes... i must hate the city...right...??
but somehow i am in love with the city. its prowess definitely lies in stripping you stark naked, of all artificialities and misconceptions, and keeping you grounded.
Me coming from a small town and modest upbringing, mumbai seem to generate a whole spectrum of behavioral patterns within me. I can only fathom, how tough it is for people around me, my Friends and a solitary girl friend, to survive this endless PMSing. my initial reactions to the city were quite acceptable. i liked hanging out at the best pubs, go to discs, ogle at girls. But the second phase is where the things are getting really interesting. I have gotten smitten by the dark alleys and the shady places. Suddenly the charm of Wink, Poison and Leopold seems to be fading. the nearby bar, with stained sofa and light bulb lighting seems rather exciting. (trust me, the sub-prime lending and wall street fiasco are not responsible for this dire state)
why such a disorientation in the thought? I mean if you love mumbai, you should be enchanted by the marine drives, the high rises, the pubs, the classy girls and the richness of it. But here i am...a stark contrast. i am floored by the city, but enamoured by the dark side. i do not find the glitz...glitzy, glamor...glamorous. This thought is harping me!!
But then i realize, that by resigning myself to the darkness and felling in love with it, i am actually using the age old concept of "Comparative Comfort". When i see a taxi guy getting slapped by a 20 something brat for 5 rs., a beautiful girl dancing in a sleazy bar for a petty 10 rs. i realize that i have no right to complaint. i have gotta fair deal.
you can not genuinely love something till you are aware of the negative side. in that manner and many other i think, I LOVE MUMBAI.
My hands are empty, pockets are vacant,
here i am,
out of luck...yet full of hope.
"sometimes nothing...can be a real cool hand"- Paul Newman in ' Cool Hand Luke'
9 comments:
what "long time"....do i need to make u remember its ur first post u stupa...hhaha i am funny. And ya u are prestty similar to tazi full of fish hehehe. congrats to ur first post
i had a blog previously as well...but just wasn't regular enough...so thtz why!!
brilliant piece of writing...u continue to surprize me every time...n the idea of comparitive comfort...i agree to it..i m proud of u..for being so observant yet so original in the documentation of ur observation....
well before even i didnt like the city but after reading this blog of my dearest friend.
now im in love with this city.
ppl say many thing abut each n every thing. thy alwas complain. but thy never see thr iner part its very easy to critisize.(coz thy r nt perfect as like other liveing been) thy jus love the gud part not a bad part of the life. well u hv to enjoy ur life in any kind of situation coz life is not like a film n u gt only 1 chance to perform gud in ur life there is no retake no cut jus 1 shot.
so dude every think is gud in this world ppl, Nature, animals, city, terrorist, politicians etc
thy r nt perfect. but u need a good eyes to see thr inside n thn u gt to knw y thy r nt perfect. thy r good in ther way whtever thy do.
Awesome description of ur life in mumbai ... simply amazing piece of architecture ... keep it up & soon I expect a best seller novel from U. The day is not far when you will be on the cover page of time magazine.
good observation,great visualisation n to top it all superb articulation.keep it up boy!!!!!!!!
Great work dude. Initially even i didn't like the city, but as people say this city grows on you.
U just reminded me of days when you first came to Mumbai and we had a such a great time together.
Jamshedpur taught endurance, Pune taught manipulation, Bangalore showed intoxication, Bombay gave me smoke and jolted me so upright, i can never slouch anymore!!!
The city gets on to you... like no other does.... takes u to the precarious and brings u back saying, "Its ok kid... lifes not that hard or bad!"
Reading u write abt Bbay makes me wana get back to something i thought had died within me..... the art of crapping with pen and paper... Thank You.
i m glad...
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