Me Myself & Monica

Mumbai ROCKS !!!!!!!!!!

Mumbai ..... ROCKS !!!!!!!!!!

It rocks when the money in your pocket rocks.
It rocks if you have ur flat , ur car and a rich boyfriend
It rocks if you are happy and satified with what you have.

BEST buses rocks !!
Virar Locals rocks !!!
Marine Drive rocks !!!
Fashion Street and Linking Road Rocks !!!
Traffic Jam rocks !!!
Heavy rains and clogging rocks !!!
Pollution rocks !!!
Pubs and bars rocks !!!

yes it rocks............ and it rocks................. and it rocks.................... !!!!!!!!!!!!

But

Not for me... I m not for this place...and this place is not meant for me.

Me Getting job in india's best software company was something my parents and family really felt proud of (but did i ??? ). Coming from a rajput family and making it to mumbai ; still is a "Big" thing in our community. But thanks to my dad he supported me out of the ways....he is the person who always have put big dreams in my eyes ... and always told to follow simple principle "Honesty and Hard work "...to achieve them.

Settling in mumbai in those initial days was not at all easy ...

Thanks to my "so called" good friends for finding a flat ... which i could not dare to dream off..but as always said... your family is the one who is there ALWAYS...my dad having cancelling all his international meeting and being with me for 15 initial hard days and making me settle downwell in a "good" flat in a "good" locality..realized me that ..nothing is more important to him then me . Thanks Dad ... I love you ...

Having now been settled in a good flat with a good roomie is really half the battle won in the city of mumbai.....

Enchanting Mumbai...'a caravan of colours, bathed in light; a river of passion, a timeless tide', I always will hold fondest memories of you. --- This is a LIE.

Being in Mumbai is like going to war. Endless pollution, men staring at your chest, children begging for money, the terrifying slums (specially the one i see daily on Marol way),the sweltering heat, the spitting, the incessant honking and the everchanging smells - it is like an assault of the senses of explosive proportions.

Ramshackle corrugated tin, plywood, plastic, pukkah bricks, sheets of asbestos, sweat, toil, people and garbage makes a common mumbaiya scene,just like piles of earth, sand, clay and other materials make ant hills.

So much to still type on from these papers but i m feeling nostalgic

posted by Monica @ 12:36 AM