The filthy sewage with plastic littered around it,
the whizzing locals packed with people,
the dusty skyline with long skyscrapers,
population that encloses every ethnic group.
That was my first impression of mumbai as I got off the train and moved towards a taxi. The exact features of city life - dirt and crowded roads.
I went shopping on Kolaba and on Lincoln Road. My wallet was stolen but fortunately, it did not contain any cash except for some chiller and a photograph.
As me and my friends walked along Marine Drive at sunset,I was still wondering why people love this city so much that any mumbaikar who comes to bangalore is unable to stay in bangalore for more than a year. We sat down along the road at Nariman Point and over a cup of chaha and a cone of salted groundnuts, my friend explained about life in mumbai. He asked us to look at the buildings along the road, the old and the new, the 2 stadiums and the road lit up with orange lights. He told us that if you were to imagine every light to be a person, then you get an idea of how vast this city is, and how numerous the opportunities are. Only then do you realise how insignificant you are to the person who is walking beside you on the road, and how meaningless your problems are. At that point, if you can stand tall and smile at those buildings, then you have arrived.
Amen to that.
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