Mumbai and me
So what am i doing these days? I havent blogged for about 2 months now (not that i blog too much but still it feels as if its been an year since i have blogged).
Well i am living now in the city of my dreams. The city called MUMBAI. Once called BOMBAY this places probably attracts the most people searching for a livelihood and if i should be euphemistic, aspiring towards a high flying career. I am one of these aspirants. Working hard in this rather harder city.
So how have the days been since i have come here?
Well like all dreams, the beauty of this dream was ephemeral if not,imaginary. This city i feel is so heavily overpopulated and overcrowded that it makes you sick in a few days.
Think of a local train where u get inside only to come out for the fear of suffocation. Think of standing in the next equally loaded train smelling the unbearable sweat in the air and feeling it on your body covered by a full sleeved shirt. Think of a swarm behind you which is pushing you out of the train and the other swarm in front of you pushing you inside.Think of a transportation system where atleast 2-3 people die everyday falling out of the trains.
Travel in the same trains on a holiday they are still heavily crowded.I see faces in these train and all over the city, but they don't seem to be seeing me. Everyone is busy in something or the other. They all seem to be running somewhere.There is a tension and uneasiness all around. Nobody seems to be relaxed for a long period of time. People go out of thier homes at six in the morning to come back at 12 in the night.They jump on the running train to just to catch a seat. They push aside eachother if they can't overtake a slow walker.
Where are these people running and why are they running for. I always thought happiness lied in togetherness and companionship. While i see is that these people also long for the same things like a few relaxed moments with thier loved ones, some time for oneself. They get so little time to spend for themselves that all their efforts seem worthless.
What is this life i mean? A lot of them survive on 2 "vada-paavs" a day even when they can afford a far better meal than this.
Now, I am not claustrophobic. But this is too much and sometimes i fear i might just have to be here for a pretty long time. I don't see how am i gonna survive, but may be like all other migrants to this city i will also adjust and be a part of this CROWD.
Well i am living now in the city of my dreams. The city called MUMBAI. Once called BOMBAY this places probably attracts the most people searching for a livelihood and if i should be euphemistic, aspiring towards a high flying career. I am one of these aspirants. Working hard in this rather harder city.
So how have the days been since i have come here?
Well like all dreams, the beauty of this dream was ephemeral if not,imaginary. This city i feel is so heavily overpopulated and overcrowded that it makes you sick in a few days.
Think of a local train where u get inside only to come out for the fear of suffocation. Think of standing in the next equally loaded train smelling the unbearable sweat in the air and feeling it on your body covered by a full sleeved shirt. Think of a swarm behind you which is pushing you out of the train and the other swarm in front of you pushing you inside.Think of a transportation system where atleast 2-3 people die everyday falling out of the trains.
Travel in the same trains on a holiday they are still heavily crowded.I see faces in these train and all over the city, but they don't seem to be seeing me. Everyone is busy in something or the other. They all seem to be running somewhere.There is a tension and uneasiness all around. Nobody seems to be relaxed for a long period of time. People go out of thier homes at six in the morning to come back at 12 in the night.They jump on the running train to just to catch a seat. They push aside eachother if they can't overtake a slow walker.
Where are these people running and why are they running for. I always thought happiness lied in togetherness and companionship. While i see is that these people also long for the same things like a few relaxed moments with thier loved ones, some time for oneself. They get so little time to spend for themselves that all their efforts seem worthless.
What is this life i mean? A lot of them survive on 2 "vada-paavs" a day even when they can afford a far better meal than this.
Now, I am not claustrophobic. But this is too much and sometimes i fear i might just have to be here for a pretty long time. I don't see how am i gonna survive, but may be like all other migrants to this city i will also adjust and be a part of this CROWD.
posted by journeyman at 6:42 AM
3 Comments:
Dont worry dear...the city is known to make people " Learn- to -Live"...no doubt...a couple of months down the line...u'll also be , like u said...a part of the crowd...
I mean...apart from the local train...it can't be worse than Delhi...;-) ....speaking of local trains...i remember feeling exhilrated... and completely at peace with myself n the world...standing next to the entrance ...when another long day was drawing to an end...it was kind of dark n the crowd was little...
.. hey hows u yaar? seems u forgot now that u have a blog na? ^_^ hehe...hope ur doin' fine dear!
... hope to hear from u soon!
-kathy-
... hey good to hear from u dear ;) hope to see u back to blogging soon!
Take care!
cheers,
-kathy-
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