Saturday, 20 April 2013

Mumbai – The rough city that lets you breathe


One year and four months. I have been to this city a numerous times. A city, I used to come only to visit during my summer or winter vacations, turned into my home almost a year back. More than a year back. I always wanted to live here, the city used to reach out to me without any reason. It became a magnet and I was the metal in this journey. Almost a year back, I didn’t have any friends. The few people I knew were from the social media circuit. Not that there were friends, but yes I used to know. School, college friends were too far engrossed in their lives and I was too much in my dream world to be in touch with them. Life became hectic for me to take notice of what is happening around.

I came to Bombay (no harm to anyone’s feelings but I prefer calling Mumbai as Bombay) because I wanted to be a journalist. Out of nowhere, I found a godfather, who saw something in me and recruited me in his office. Life got busy, I got engrossed in work. And I forgot why of all the cities I came to Bombay.

It was always in the back of my mind that if ever there was a place in this world where I wanted to be it is Bombay. I loved the city, the rains, the small hills and I fell in love with the sea – the lifeline of the city (not really the trains). Met some quite intriguing people, started loving the front seat and forgot my moments dreaming seating in the back seat. Every day when I used to return home, my favourite part used to be sitting in the balcony, staring at the hills far away, listening to the mad sound created by the uncomplaining, unending cars passing by, the aimless focused people on the road. And I was happy. I started saying, if Bombay was a guy I would have married him. But the question was would Bombay have married me?

What is it about the city that made me fall in love with it? The traffic? The people? The history? The sea? The hills? Or was it my mind? May be it is the crazy rains, or maybe it is the city, which lets you be what you want to be. Bombay is one such city that takes you in his arms and gives you unconditional love. It is rough, trust me. There are days when you just feel like running away from the mad crowd of Bombay. But what happens next is that you burst out loud and Bombay listens to you, makes you believe you are not alone. Life is crazy but what is life without a little bit of drama.

There are days when you get scared in Bombay but you love the city so much that you just don’t want to leave it and go away. It is like Hotel California – You can check out any time you like but you can never leave.

Photo Courtesy - Arundhati Chatterjee.

Just go out, take a bike ride, travel all over the city and you will realize all of a sudden that you are smiling. A silent smile. Bombay is like a guy who will stare straight in your eyes and will know that you are smiling silently but won’t do anything about it. Because Bombay lets you be what you are and Bombay loves you exactly the way you are.

It is harsh. It will push you to a corner. It will make you cry till you say – Why me? But you know why Bombay makes you do all that? Because it is those moments which brings the best out of you and Bombay wants you to be the best. It is the dream city. It lets you dream big and if you follow the unknown path that Bombay has designed for you, you will achieve it.

I was a complaining, lost, tired and given up soul. Then suddenly Bombay calmed me down. I met some really nice people. Someone taught me to stop complaining, some taught me stop saying “I don’t” and some taught me to live my life.
It is the people you meet in Bombay, which makes your life full. Where I used to live before, I had everything with me yet I was alone. And here I don’t have anything; I am craving to have more, yet am satisfied. Bombay gives you a wonderful satisfaction. Bombay presents you things that you love, which you desired of but somewhere it also teaches you that you don’t really want those things to live happily ever after. All you want from Bombay is to let those things be the way they are, no more no less.

For some, they might say it is the same with every city. But that is not the case. It is only in Bombay that you can sit all alone, silently at any hour of the day and people will just not bother you. Am sure if in any other city, you stopped breathing, you will runaway and go and stay in some other place where you can breathe. But people don’t stop breathing even if Bombay creates a vacuum around you; you just simply learn to live in that vacuum, only to find the beauty in staying in that vacuum. But honestly Bombay loves its people so much that it never leaves you void.

I love Bombay because it is the only place in the world where I wait patiently for monsoon, monsoons which really tests your patience. For in Bombay only you will get to meet strangers in the train, fight with them and make them your friends. For in Bombay’s mad traffic only you learn to dream and live big. For Bombay is the place which gave me Norah Jones, Sachin Tendulkar and some amazing friends. Bombay makes you live life freely and independent.

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Why she left?


The Black Rose Gal tried to go to sleep but a thought was bothering her, why ___ went without saying goodbye. The Black Rose Gal could only come up with the following conclusion.

She was never meant to leave. She was a nomad. He knew. And that is why he loved her. For what she was and has always been. But out of the blue, even though promising to meet once again, without meeting for the one last final time, she went away, far away. He knows she will come back but what he doesn’t know is whether he will be the same person still then. Waiting was his favourite hobby, waiting for her when he knew she will return but this time the wait seems a long one and his patience has ran out. He doesn’t want to wait. 

He needs an answer. Why? Why she left? Was she always like this or is this what she had planned, to leave. Why didn’t she share? Did he do anything? Then why she didn’t say? Did he went too far ahead this time? Ideally, he was never possessive but he was possessive about her being around. Why? Because she made him feel loved and pampered. And she was the only one who made him feel loved. He left home very early in life and she made his wandering life a home. She came in as an angel. He promised that he won’t get attached so much to her but he couldn’t help. Her love was just too addictive. But she left. With all her stuff. The bag, her music and diaries, things which make her life full.

May be she found what she was looking for here, with him. And now she went away to find something else. May be she had got what she needed from him and went to search something else somewhere else. But did she think before leaving him? Whether he was okay without her or will he be? He didn’t like people going away without saying goodbye. He didn’t like incomplete sentences. Since she left, he has been looking for reasons and now she stays away from him, comfortably (he thinks) without letting his impatient mind know the reason for leaving him alone, stranded on the road, just when he felt everything is perfect. May be life is like that for him, may be this is what destiny has planned for him. But he still waits and will always till she returns to know why she left. He is damn fond of her aura, but this time she just went away cutting him off and he is restless.

Why she left? Will she answer any soon? Before he changes and he moves away because honestly he doesn’t want to move away without completing the sentence and to wait for the sentence to get completed, he needs her. However, this time she has gone far away, only to keep him hoping that someday she will return to the native.