BLASTING MUMBAI
everytime,bombs blast in mumbai....i feel as if i hv got a little longer leash on life.
i kiss n cuddle my family,trying 2 believe that life is still larger than death.it can still overpower the stench of aimless death....my life is still intact,even if the world surrounding,resembles upside down chaos.
i used 2 be a miniscule part of mumbai n mumbai used 2 n still is a massive part of me.
i love the city.....its crowd n drainage n slums.
when i left it,i used 2 almost dream abt the beggers n street hawkers n chakkas.
the city hs a life n then it doesnt.
it seems that nothing ....however severe....can truly rattle the shapeless blob...called mumbai.
it may scare ppl,stop them in midstep...make them turn their heads for an instant....
but never make them ..not go on.
indifference is the skin of mumbai.no intensity...no emotions.
no one really feels anything..
regret is only momentary,if at all.......smile is fake....tears evaporate before reaching the cheeks.....
care abt another is basically relief that ''that another'' is not ''me''.
anger abt someone, is just a way of,cooling off the frustration abt something.
joy is meticulous n measured......risk is missed,if absent.
mornings r not abt a hot mug of coffee.....but abt,dry water taps,getting ready in dimlights 2 avoid waking up the kids at 4am,cooking both dinner n lunch in the same night,just few hours apart.
trains r not abt the speed n rhythm...but abt catching up on the lost hours of sleep.
usual faces on the train r not friends...its just the assurance,that the day is on schedule.
shame is an alien feeling for a mumbaiyya.roadside peeing is need,chakka is a profession,n romance is just a relief.
ppl r not choosy abt anything....everything is''make do''.any food is fine as long as its quick to get n eat.
words like petriotism,duty of a citizen,go green.....mean nothing 2 them.
cheap,glittering facade is the selling thing.no one needs depth,intensity,value n satisfaction.
peace of mind is a daily business....ppl get it when the whole family returns home,safe n sound,even though,at 10pm.
their family starts n ends with their blood.they barely get time 2 worry abt themselves...so worrying abt someone else,is just not practical.
motherhood is relative.its not abt spending time with kids,but abt teaching them the survival mantras.
but the beauty lies in the fact,that no one is judgemental...u can get away with anything,however extreme....with just a glance..or a raised eyebrow.
even if the primary reason is lack of time,the attitude n mindset is equally responsible.
u can die n ur neighbour wdnt know till u start stinking.
no one wd care enough 2 be nosy,if u hv a taala outside ur door,for a week.
mumbai is like a huge,whole body with extensions.....running a race against time n itself.
if some part starts hurting or affecting the pace,mumbai may slow down,just enough 2 cut the part out but it wont stop n breath or shed a tear.
it mesmorises n hypnotises me...takes me off my feet everytime,even before i realise that,i am in mumbai.
i cry almost everytime,leaving it.i keep looking out my window,memorising the slums n crowds n concrete jungles n traffic n fly overs....as if i am abt 2 travel through a desert n saying my goodbyes 2 the oasis.
i forget that i am responsible for my kids...i keep seeing their mouths move but cant seem 2 hear the words.the beautiful pune-mumbai highway,makes me miserable.as we aproach pune,weather turns soothing n my family seems 2 relax....happy 2 leave mumbai behind n returning 2 the sane life of humans.
but i keep smelling the stink n hearing the noise n keep craving it like crazy.
mumbai is my first n forever love n everything else seems like a fling.
everytime,bombs blast in mumbai....i feel as if i hv got a little longer leash on life.
i kiss n cuddle my family,trying 2 believe that life is still larger than death.it can still overpower the stench of aimless death....my life is still intact,even if the world surrounding,resembles upside down chaos.
i used 2 be a miniscule part of mumbai n mumbai used 2 n still is a massive part of me.
i love the city.....its crowd n drainage n slums.
when i left it,i used 2 almost dream abt the beggers n street hawkers n chakkas.
the city hs a life n then it doesnt.
it seems that nothing ....however severe....can truly rattle the shapeless blob...called mumbai.
it may scare ppl,stop them in midstep...make them turn their heads for an instant....
but never make them ..not go on.
indifference is the skin of mumbai.no intensity...no emotions.
no one really feels anything..
regret is only momentary,if at all.......smile is fake....tears evaporate before reaching the cheeks.....
care abt another is basically relief that ''that another'' is not ''me''.
anger abt someone, is just a way of,cooling off the frustration abt something.
joy is meticulous n measured......risk is missed,if absent.
mornings r not abt a hot mug of coffee.....but abt,dry water taps,getting ready in dimlights 2 avoid waking up the kids at 4am,cooking both dinner n lunch in the same night,just few hours apart.
trains r not abt the speed n rhythm...but abt catching up on the lost hours of sleep.
usual faces on the train r not friends...its just the assurance,that the day is on schedule.
shame is an alien feeling for a mumbaiyya.roadside peeing is need,chakka is a profession,n romance is just a relief.
ppl r not choosy abt anything....everything is''make do''.any food is fine as long as its quick to get n eat.
words like petriotism,duty of a citizen,go green.....mean nothing 2 them.
cheap,glittering facade is the selling thing.no one needs depth,intensity,value n satisfaction.
peace of mind is a daily business....ppl get it when the whole family returns home,safe n sound,even though,at 10pm.
their family starts n ends with their blood.they barely get time 2 worry abt themselves...so worrying abt someone else,is just not practical.
motherhood is relative.its not abt spending time with kids,but abt teaching them the survival mantras.
but the beauty lies in the fact,that no one is judgemental...u can get away with anything,however extreme....with just a glance..or a raised eyebrow.
even if the primary reason is lack of time,the attitude n mindset is equally responsible.
u can die n ur neighbour wdnt know till u start stinking.
no one wd care enough 2 be nosy,if u hv a taala outside ur door,for a week.
mumbai is like a huge,whole body with extensions.....running a race against time n itself.
if some part starts hurting or affecting the pace,mumbai may slow down,just enough 2 cut the part out but it wont stop n breath or shed a tear.
it mesmorises n hypnotises me...takes me off my feet everytime,even before i realise that,i am in mumbai.
i cry almost everytime,leaving it.i keep looking out my window,memorising the slums n crowds n concrete jungles n traffic n fly overs....as if i am abt 2 travel through a desert n saying my goodbyes 2 the oasis.
i forget that i am responsible for my kids...i keep seeing their mouths move but cant seem 2 hear the words.the beautiful pune-mumbai highway,makes me miserable.as we aproach pune,weather turns soothing n my family seems 2 relax....happy 2 leave mumbai behind n returning 2 the sane life of humans.
but i keep smelling the stink n hearing the noise n keep craving it like crazy.
mumbai is my first n forever love n everything else seems like a fling.
No comments:
Post a Comment