After the 7/11 blasts, the whole of Mumbai next day had queued up in front of hospitals for donating blood and extending any help that was needed. It is safe to assume that the countrymen of my beloved India had joined in the prayers and all the so called “…isms” for then became the secondary issues.
It was one thing to read and listen about them two years back, enjoying my vacations at home. There was this other thing when I thought that I will be working in Mumbai, amidst all the floods and blasts, not stopping like the rest of people. And then there is this third thing, Reality which struck me fair and square. Now that my ‘dream’ of working in the best and most expensive premier business area is my present, the other things came in handy for I am in Mumbai. The first thing anybody, who can easily afford food and clothing, will look for is shelter. Real estate in Mumbai is making its marks on papers and financial minds worldwide, but at a personal level looking for a house can be messy, enough for non-procurement even after a search for 2 months. Water inadequacy is an issue in Mumbai because of less rain, but monsoons carry the capacity of flooding the low line areas always. I happened to get a house but of course in one such area. If not before, you enhance your knowledge when you have to walk in filthy water upto the knees. So I got to know that many areas weren’t that flood prone. It is houses, turning to buildings turning to towers; roads turning to high-traffic zones, bridges n flyovers on them that have led to all the flooding. There is no way water can go/seep/dry, all drainages bound to be blocked…Population {that is not Mumbai problem, that is the problem of India}.
I really have liked traveling in locals. With a first class pass in hand, and empty trains it all seems fine. Plus you met variety of ppl doing different things and running for 5 days in the week, just like you. Well one more thing is that locals are fast n safe! Illustrating another incident that I faced recently was when I was strangled on a big station abt which I knew real less. I was just in time for the last train with ladies compartments and I missed it because I got down to the wrong platform. It was a day when heavy rainfall was expected and bomb scare was the talk of the city. People rushed home early n at 11:30 pm, Mumbai Central was clear of humans. I gave panic calls here and there, and I knew I was wrong to come down to a platform at this time. I had completely forgotten about the bombs. When the train finally came and finally moved again with me in it, I felt myself pounding with fear. And this was a first! A first where I actually feared things that were kept around. Getting home safe and sound was the only thing on my mind. At moments like those and thereafter you always feel that why are/were you getting scared, you will/would have reach home fine anyways. The night gone by, I was very much in the local the next morning. With similar thoughts but lot less intensified.
Murphy’s Law: plain simple words said by a man on the failure of an experiment. I am using them to explain my day-to-day experiences.
Home is where the heart is. Fortunately for me this is working out now. I have always had a thing for this city, called Bombay. I love it here. And I happen to know plenty who are absolutely crazy about it. We have all preferred to call it Bombay always though paperwork today knows it popularly as Mumbai. And at times like I explained in the Long paras above, its Mumbai for all of us.
In Short: “Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan…”
Surroundings: less crowded office arena
Sound: Keyboards'
It was one thing to read and listen about them two years back, enjoying my vacations at home. There was this other thing when I thought that I will be working in Mumbai, amidst all the floods and blasts, not stopping like the rest of people. And then there is this third thing, Reality which struck me fair and square. Now that my ‘dream’ of working in the best and most expensive premier business area is my present, the other things came in handy for I am in Mumbai. The first thing anybody, who can easily afford food and clothing, will look for is shelter. Real estate in Mumbai is making its marks on papers and financial minds worldwide, but at a personal level looking for a house can be messy, enough for non-procurement even after a search for 2 months. Water inadequacy is an issue in Mumbai because of less rain, but monsoons carry the capacity of flooding the low line areas always. I happened to get a house but of course in one such area. If not before, you enhance your knowledge when you have to walk in filthy water upto the knees. So I got to know that many areas weren’t that flood prone. It is houses, turning to buildings turning to towers; roads turning to high-traffic zones, bridges n flyovers on them that have led to all the flooding. There is no way water can go/seep/dry, all drainages bound to be blocked…Population {that is not Mumbai problem, that is the problem of India}.
I really have liked traveling in locals. With a first class pass in hand, and empty trains it all seems fine. Plus you met variety of ppl doing different things and running for 5 days in the week, just like you. Well one more thing is that locals are fast n safe! Illustrating another incident that I faced recently was when I was strangled on a big station abt which I knew real less. I was just in time for the last train with ladies compartments and I missed it because I got down to the wrong platform. It was a day when heavy rainfall was expected and bomb scare was the talk of the city. People rushed home early n at 11:30 pm, Mumbai Central was clear of humans. I gave panic calls here and there, and I knew I was wrong to come down to a platform at this time. I had completely forgotten about the bombs. When the train finally came and finally moved again with me in it, I felt myself pounding with fear. And this was a first! A first where I actually feared things that were kept around. Getting home safe and sound was the only thing on my mind. At moments like those and thereafter you always feel that why are/were you getting scared, you will/would have reach home fine anyways. The night gone by, I was very much in the local the next morning. With similar thoughts but lot less intensified.
Murphy’s Law: plain simple words said by a man on the failure of an experiment. I am using them to explain my day-to-day experiences.
Home is where the heart is. Fortunately for me this is working out now. I have always had a thing for this city, called Bombay. I love it here. And I happen to know plenty who are absolutely crazy about it. We have all preferred to call it Bombay always though paperwork today knows it popularly as Mumbai. And at times like I explained in the Long paras above, its Mumbai for all of us.
In Short: “Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan…”
Surroundings: less crowded office arena
Sound: Keyboards'
