And my stay at Mumbai comes to an end in a short while. I am surprised that I am keen to go back and resume with academics in Nasik. Quite unnatural really. In a way, I feel I am missing my course and friends. Having said that, I know you don't make real thick friends in a span of a mere two months.
Mumbai was so particularly pathetic and nice, just as it ever is. Traffic jams, randomness in honking, humidity, packed local trains, smelly armpits and chameli ka tel ladened heads, pan stains all over, insane amount of spitting and that too on your head or foot if your back luck is terrific real bad on one such occasion ( this has happened to me once). Mumbai has a fair share of illnesses, caused by its very own people.
Mumbaikars are blessed with a lot of things a mumbaikar can't really forget or possibly stay without.
They could be as follows:
Cutting chai, Band stand, kanda bhajiya or a vada pav and samosas, corn bhutta, bhurum maska & bun maska in the railway canteen or an Iranian restaurant, a football game in the rains, cricket on a concrete pitch with a wet rubber ball, radio stations for housewives, idliwallah on Sundays, a nice little doze on the hall sofa with your head on a cozy pillow and a comfy kambal (Solapuri chaddar) to cover you while it rains outside, double omlette with ketchup and some bread, maggi and that too a double pack, a romantic book and preferably of Nicholas Sparks, a repeat telecast of yesterday's Wimbledon game, a miscellany of cultures, communities and thereby ideas, Kanga league on Shivaji Park, Azad and Cross Maidan, a front seat with a front window on the upper deck of a double decker. And there are many more I can't actually recall or may be haven't experienced.
You can enjoy all these things else where too. But for a mumbaikar staying outside Mumbai for varied reasons, he can't really feel, any where else than Mumbai, the Mumbai spunk that is a constituent in all the above mentions.
I may have been a bit indulgent on what I feel about Mumbai. But then that is exactly what Mumbai does to me.
GOOD BYE Mumbai for a short while. I will be back there on the 1st of September. Ganesh Chaturthi.
Ganesh Chaturthi, the brass band entry of Ganesh Idols and the dancing, the gulaal, the ukadiche modak, the patrolling by the police, the visarjan at the chaupati. Ganeshotsav in Mumbai is complete awesomeness.
LATER.
Mumbai was so particularly pathetic and nice, just as it ever is. Traffic jams, randomness in honking, humidity, packed local trains, smelly armpits and chameli ka tel ladened heads, pan stains all over, insane amount of spitting and that too on your head or foot if your back luck is terrific real bad on one such occasion ( this has happened to me once). Mumbai has a fair share of illnesses, caused by its very own people.
Mumbaikars are blessed with a lot of things a mumbaikar can't really forget or possibly stay without.
They could be as follows:
Cutting chai, Band stand, kanda bhajiya or a vada pav and samosas, corn bhutta, bhurum maska & bun maska in the railway canteen or an Iranian restaurant, a football game in the rains, cricket on a concrete pitch with a wet rubber ball, radio stations for housewives, idliwallah on Sundays, a nice little doze on the hall sofa with your head on a cozy pillow and a comfy kambal (Solapuri chaddar) to cover you while it rains outside, double omlette with ketchup and some bread, maggi and that too a double pack, a romantic book and preferably of Nicholas Sparks, a repeat telecast of yesterday's Wimbledon game, a miscellany of cultures, communities and thereby ideas, Kanga league on Shivaji Park, Azad and Cross Maidan, a front seat with a front window on the upper deck of a double decker. And there are many more I can't actually recall or may be haven't experienced.
You can enjoy all these things else where too. But for a mumbaikar staying outside Mumbai for varied reasons, he can't really feel, any where else than Mumbai, the Mumbai spunk that is a constituent in all the above mentions.
I may have been a bit indulgent on what I feel about Mumbai. But then that is exactly what Mumbai does to me.
GOOD BYE Mumbai for a short while. I will be back there on the 1st of September. Ganesh Chaturthi.
Ganesh Chaturthi, the brass band entry of Ganesh Idols and the dancing, the gulaal, the ukadiche modak, the patrolling by the police, the visarjan at the chaupati. Ganeshotsav in Mumbai is complete awesomeness.
LATER.
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