Mumbai Treat

It’s been a long time since I last posted on my blog. But there are few things you want to capture forever. Internet has provided you the space to retain your experiences in your words and carry them forward.

Lots of things have changed in last few months. I am still trying to cope up with Mumbai fast paced life. To me, everybody seems to be living a robotic life in Mumbai. In the morning, when you move out of your home (or shall I say apartment) for your office, you become part of a crowd. “I” get lost in crowd and make way for “we”. “We” somehow defying all grammar rules become singular. “We” has no identity no name. “We” heads towards one direction in the morning and opposite in the evening. Sample size of “we” keeps on changing but even then there are few faces, one can always recognize.

For one, there are no names to address each other. There face becomes their only identity. Even though one recognize other for the last one month being travelling in the same train, one just passes smile to greet each other.  That’s a new form of bonding I saw in Mumbai locals. And that bond hood became possible only because of this robotic life where one become time bound to catch 8:40 bus to dadar and then 9:05 local to lower parel. You make a minor miss and you get late by 15 minute to your office and that’s what I hate the most about Mumbai, it traveling part.

In between all of these, “Ganesh Utsav” came as a welcome change. Whole of Mumbai seems to be gripped by a traffic siege for these 10 days. But nobody seems to grumble about it. You have to witness it once to admire Mumbai spirit. For the past 3 days, on my way back from my office, I have witnessed tens of procession everyday walking past me. People dance to the tune of Dhols and various other musical instruments. They seem to forget all of their tension for those few moments. Though it took me almost two hours to cross a distance of 5 kms but I did not mind this time around.

People say Mumbai is a city of dreams and rightly so once you become part of Mumbai your dreams go bigger and bigger. Let’s put it this way if you have dreamt of owning Mercedes at one point in your life. You just need to take a walk along marine drive and I bet you will come back with a bigger dream and that’s to owe Porche, Maybach, Ferrari or something you have never thought of. That’s Mumbai magic. So you keep dreaming till your retirement to owe one and Mumbai will keep retaining its “dream” tag. ;).