Mumbai...Love u...hate u...
The flight landed. This was one of his many trips to the city of dreams, the city of slums, the city of the infamous mafia, the city of the famous dabbawalas...the city of mumbai.
He abhored the city...till the last time he came here. It brought back painful memories.
But this time something had changed. This time, as he passed through the city in the morning in a taxi, he felt a change.
As he saw the slums, houses (if one can call them that), one on top of another, where there wasnt place for even one. People going about their lives, a definite method in the chaos of the city, he felt attracted towards the city. This city represented perseverence to him, this city represented determination, this city represented optimism.
Then he passed in front of the Hyatt. The grand hotel, surrounded by slums. He felt heavy in his heart, he felt choked. But it wasnt the miserable condition of the slum dwellers which made him gasp for breath. No. He had never been so socialistic in nature. It was memories which came back in a flurry. The road, the conversations...
promise me...
i wont let go...
he had to shake his head to flush them out, those memories.
This was a city which had given and taken from him...something so precious...
He loved Mumbai...he hated mumbai
n in his mind, as he writes this post, he hums
Aye dil hai mushkil jeena yaha, zara hat ke zara bach ke yeh hai bombay meri jaan
He abhored the city...till the last time he came here. It brought back painful memories.
But this time something had changed. This time, as he passed through the city in the morning in a taxi, he felt a change.
As he saw the slums, houses (if one can call them that), one on top of another, where there wasnt place for even one. People going about their lives, a definite method in the chaos of the city, he felt attracted towards the city. This city represented perseverence to him, this city represented determination, this city represented optimism.
Then he passed in front of the Hyatt. The grand hotel, surrounded by slums. He felt heavy in his heart, he felt choked. But it wasnt the miserable condition of the slum dwellers which made him gasp for breath. No. He had never been so socialistic in nature. It was memories which came back in a flurry. The road, the conversations...
promise me...
i wont let go...
he had to shake his head to flush them out, those memories.
This was a city which had given and taken from him...something so precious...
He loved Mumbai...he hated mumbai
n in his mind, as he writes this post, he hums
Aye dil hai mushkil jeena yaha, zara hat ke zara bach ke yeh hai bombay meri jaan
Labels: Feelings
posted by Anurag at
4:10 PM
12 Comments:
yes bombay is a funny city...how the rich adjoins the poor....i simply hate bombay...to live in...i luv to visit it...tons of friends u see....
@zee
funny is a good word for the city...n somehow everyone's friends end up in mumbai...not fair
Your description reminded me of the book Shantaram.. Although I have not visited Bombay, I think I get the drift of what you mean. It is probably on Bombay that such a huge disparity between the rich and poor is accentuated.
@candid confessions( would love to know a different name i could address u with)
have heard a lot about this book...never got to read it though...again my reading habits is a long story
but for me...bombay is not a conflict of inequality alone...its much more than that
thanks for dropping by
tch tch..I wish I could offer you some JD in such moments of heartache.
@vinay
blenders pride would do just fine man...i like it better :o)
I hope Mumbai gives him some good times to form better memories..
@solitaire
hey :o)...u talking bout vinay :o)
btw thanks for dropping by
This was a city which had given and taken from him...something so precious...
Dost did you lose your virginity in mumbai
@jake
bad joke :o)
blame it on the mood at that time :) Apologies :)
there are soo many aspects of mumbai tht set it apart frm the rest of the country...the people, the lifestyle, the culture yada yada.... as most ppl refer to it 'the spirit of mumbai'
now being a mumbaikar to the core i can just say one thing- u'll love to hate this place.....but no matter wht its still da best place 2 b in this country(there is a flipside to this ...and opinions might differ)... :)
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