The Bus Ride - Mumbaikar

Bag Heavy, Arms tired, Umbrella open and half of you wet.

These words are sufficient to describe the condition of an average Mumbaikar when they come to the bus stop. What followed is a daily routine of stepping ahead and ahead to see the number of the big red noisy bus coming towards the stop, hoping that it is yours and empty. Despite the daily experience, you wish it empty and just like thousand of other wishes of an average Mumbaikar this one also goes in the trash. The bus is crowded and full, people are swinging outside. The bus comes near the stop and you somehow try to gauge the speed of the bus and the point where it will stop and then rush ahead to grab the handlebars first. You fail, determined you push through the crowd around and somehow grab onto a part of the bus just as that ting ting rings.

Beyond The Physical Ironies: Parallel Ironies Part 3- Mumbaikar

This is part 3 of Parallel Ironies and includes Clarissa Dlima's take on the issue at hand. Clarissa is herself a newly mumbaikar and without doubt one of the nicest persons you will ever come to know. Well, one thing is certain is she has a very peculiar way of thinking. So here goes

Being away from home for nearly a decade and missing Mumbai, I have long been a self-declared Mumbai lover (and Yes! Non-Mumbaikars can be Mumbai lovers too) but now seeing the apathy amongst people I seriously doubt is this the same Mumbai I have always had in my heart? Perhaps the one I did was a little more idealistic. But what is it that makes a person like Mumbai? Is it really the ever crowded streets clouded with the smoke and dust? Or is it the lovely free massage the local train give you? Probably it must be the roller coaster feeling the roads give you in monsoon?

OK, now please don’t scream that “NO” out… you know the noise levels in the city are already at a good mark.

Can it be the comforts and the great night outs the city offers? If this were the case one would find it hard to pull through the long day in anticipation of some relaxation. However the one who truly likes Mumbai will be able to equally appreciate the noisy days and the snugness of the nights.

So what really is it in Mumbai that lures people?

Parallel Ironies: The other side of the coin( Part 2)- Mumbaikar

In the last post I talked about slums and high rises running together in Mumbai. This post is kind of an extension to that but just with the totally awesome views of an awesome Mumbai girl. so, people give a clap for Nikita Gupta. She is an awesome navi mumbai girl who speaks way too much for her own good. Though she pretty much destroyed my previous post, I being I am still going to post her views so as to get you all good people a clear picture about what the field report is. 

Now it is Nikita talking through my words.

Parralel Ironies: Part 1- Mumbaikar

Imagine this, you hop on a plan to Mumbai waiting impatiently to see the skyscrapers and other tall building and get once in an lifetime opportunity to get a aerial of the dream city. Your plane starts descending through the clouds. Expectantly, you wait for the opening shot.

BAM

The Sad Happy Mumbai- Mumbaikar

Mumbai, the city is spoken of so much that it is practically the dream of an young mind who is still eluded by the thoughts of chivalry and heroism. Mumbai for me was the land of last choice, I liked Mumbai but the city's culture as portrayed by numerous pictures and evergreen full local was too much for me.The city looked as if too much bling bling and too much hastiness. The city was for me just millions of dreams crushed and made into an 9- 4 cliched job. City for me was nothing but sad and lost adults, heaps of burning garbage and the occasional drunk son of a rich dad.

HOW WRONG WAS I?