Mumbai, the city of dreams, has ultimately made me a part of its myriad populace of anonymity. The first day to my office I'd to commute for 4 hours. This really sucks as it completely soaks all your energy. Then u reach ur office to face the usual humdrum. That's my definition of perfect treadmill life. Well that's my dream city..... On my way back I'd to commute by hopping atleast 3 different buses and to add to the agony I was already partially drenched due to incessant rain which seems to drown this city.
Next two days I couldn't report to the office as rains had flooded the streets & Mumbai seemed to have stopped breathing at its regular pace. Then after being bugged for 2 days & seeing my favorite team losing out to not so deserving Italians, I ultimately resolved to add to my quiver of adventurous experiences by commuting by train.
Now that's an experience worth writing. I landed at the station & got a first class pass assuming naively, almost childishly, to expect a lavish( try comfortable) ride. So I missed my first train because I was observing how people board this whistling barrage of people somehow clinging to this mechanical anaconda....ya that's the word -- "Anaconda". So I thought next time i shall be able to able to board another such anaconda but I was denied this experience by the pushes of mass courtesy...This town really makes u learn the virtue of selfishness( read indifference) pretty soon. With an even stronger resolve & lesser amount of public in the ensuing train I was honored this opportunity to board the Mumbai Local Train.
I had never got so close to such a large amount of men in my entire life...ya another learning this town preponderates practicality over sexuality & therefore u'll witness explicit manifestations of individual sexuality through their eccentric albeit occasionally soothing( some gals really dress scantily well) dressing style. You can also hav live music by some or the other performing artist throughout your ride. The songs were again expression of amorous love exhibiting its various shade. Luckily love has still not adapted prejudice based on financial well being. Atleast these poor people have had a similar feeling reminiscent of the big screen.
Mumbai not only saps ur energy whicle you are commuting to ur office but also saps ur emotions with utter pragmatism & indifference of the people around you. Everyone seems to be too dubious of his neighbor's character & profession( perhaps he's the popular Mumbai thag I've heard of)...Anger is at their tiptoes. An uncle almost scolded me because my umbrella kept touching his shoulders....I didn't know how to react for a moment...I was both furious & and was feeling pity for him....Ultimately this anaconda dropped me to the nearest station from my office , wherefrom I caught a taxi to reach my daily final destination.
So hello mumbai...Here I am...Being moulded but with a resolve to mould you as per my wish. Hope we'll have a fruitful engagement....keep me enthused.
July 6.2006
Mann.
Next two days I couldn't report to the office as rains had flooded the streets & Mumbai seemed to have stopped breathing at its regular pace. Then after being bugged for 2 days & seeing my favorite team losing out to not so deserving Italians, I ultimately resolved to add to my quiver of adventurous experiences by commuting by train.
Now that's an experience worth writing. I landed at the station & got a first class pass assuming naively, almost childishly, to expect a lavish( try comfortable) ride. So I missed my first train because I was observing how people board this whistling barrage of people somehow clinging to this mechanical anaconda....ya that's the word -- "Anaconda". So I thought next time i shall be able to able to board another such anaconda but I was denied this experience by the pushes of mass courtesy...This town really makes u learn the virtue of selfishness( read indifference) pretty soon. With an even stronger resolve & lesser amount of public in the ensuing train I was honored this opportunity to board the Mumbai Local Train.
I had never got so close to such a large amount of men in my entire life...ya another learning this town preponderates practicality over sexuality & therefore u'll witness explicit manifestations of individual sexuality through their eccentric albeit occasionally soothing( some gals really dress scantily well) dressing style. You can also hav live music by some or the other performing artist throughout your ride. The songs were again expression of amorous love exhibiting its various shade. Luckily love has still not adapted prejudice based on financial well being. Atleast these poor people have had a similar feeling reminiscent of the big screen.
Mumbai not only saps ur energy whicle you are commuting to ur office but also saps ur emotions with utter pragmatism & indifference of the people around you. Everyone seems to be too dubious of his neighbor's character & profession( perhaps he's the popular Mumbai thag I've heard of)...Anger is at their tiptoes. An uncle almost scolded me because my umbrella kept touching his shoulders....I didn't know how to react for a moment...I was both furious & and was feeling pity for him....Ultimately this anaconda dropped me to the nearest station from my office , wherefrom I caught a taxi to reach my daily final destination.
So hello mumbai...Here I am...Being moulded but with a resolve to mould you as per my wish. Hope we'll have a fruitful engagement....keep me enthused.
July 6.2006
Mann.
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