Lately I have found out what to we believe and perceive or was thinking to be like that was never the reality or even close to the truth. What it was all the time was pretence. I hate pretence and I hate people to boast it. More I hate when people use this same mechanism to insult, using their own mechanism and trying to prove that in others. I know it is hard to understand what I mean. Let me say it more directly - I hate people with two faces, with cheap motifs.




I met a young boy few days back. He talks less and appears to be in deep thinking and calculations always, a good way to disillusion people. What is inside him was really hard for me or anyone to understand. At first I thought no this is him, peculiar but incapable of hurting. But how long can a two-faced person stay inside one cocoon only? Slowly the other side of his face appeared. And this didn't surprise me. What I had to say I said on the face but people who are not ashamed of their acts find every piece of joke as a serious thing and serious as joke or they try twisting it like their twisted brain.










Another one is someone I know now for sometime. My interactions with the person had been totally on the basis of professional or educational, however there were instances when we discussed few personal issues. I did realize or had thought in those many interactions that something will turn little bitter or this person will. And that did happen. How cheap mindset these people have. When they see that they can't accept the reality or face the truth all they do is try to shout back at the people in some mean and cheap way and even ways which the person had once told to dislike.




Fake Pretense and Cheap is the three words I have for them. 




Though many people can describe them in many ways, I will do in these three words.What is the solution for them, treat them like they treat others and behave with them in their way. When later they question your act, just say - I GAVE YOUR OWN PIECE BACK.

So what should I start with, Once Upon A Time In Mumbai or Mumbai Meri Jaan? Rather I should say Once upon a time in Mumbai, meri jaan, I lived and experienced life. I am crazy girl from Violence-Struck Kolkata (Like Most Say), I have grown up there till my college days, in the City of Joy, left the city for betterment. And just where do I land up? In my second home, my Mumbai. No I don't call it my second home because I live here now but for the very fact that I have been here almost ten to twelve times, sharing a special connection with the City of Dreams.



This time the story is different, the experience and the life, unlike other times.Its almost like I am discovering the city again, rather for the first time. The streets, people, houses, offices, food and of all myself in the big city. All of these have made me approach towards the place in a different way now and most of the time making me compare with my hometown Kolkata, which I shouldn't. But I am a human and this is my nature.



Mumbai is a great place to live your younger days, when you wanna work, strive and prove to the world that you are worth being noticed! Nobody waits for no one here, nobody cares rather but when there is a crisis, the whole of Mumbai comes together to fight it. People here not only work hard but party hard to. You can live like a free bird, you will meet so many type of people and learn the good and the bad bits. Mumbai has enough reasons to make you fall in love with it but it has also got reasons to hate it, if not a lot but a little, at least to me.



First thing first I hate the transport system of Mumbai. No matter how many source of travel is there. I just hate it. Trains might be the lifeline of the city but that doesn't mean you will ignore the other sources and not work on them. Again trains might face problem then the other sources will feel the pressure but if you don't work on those sources how will they work nicely? Depending on one particular source is really bad.



Again the auto rickshaws can't travel beyond Bandra. I would have loved if it traveled between small distances, to the stations as I see a huge no of people depending on it.



Here we wait for one bus for one, two hours and there is no surety if it will really come. Then why the hell run buses? And people don't care about all these!!



The one thing I really expect from people is to know the city totally and not be ignorant of because I have seen a lot of them in few days ignorant about the city. Don't blame the government if there is a blast, blame yourself for being ignorant because I feel all that happened in the past is due to the ignorance of the people living here.



Having said all of these I am enjoying my stay in Mumbai but I wanna see Mumbai get out of the little things I disliked till now.

Today has been the last day of a journey that started three years back. After the journey ended the feeling of it getting ended didn't get in me, but now when I sit and think about it, it is like a long long look back down the memory lane. Not just the small journey of the last 3 years but also all the journeys I have travelled. Haven’t really ever thought of anything seriously in life, except my dreams. There is so much. Friends, family. But they have been always there as something that is suppose to. But what if suddenly they aren’t?

People come and people go away. At one point it is really hard to sit and think who were real and who were not. Nothing lasts forever but just like air is always surrounding us, we expect someone to last till the end of our life. We expect our parents to stay like we want, our friends, siblings, every relation that we come across. But time and again and again, it is the same story for all.

Few days back I was discussing with a friend of mine, a friend whom one year back only I knew to be just another guy whom you come across the net. But things changes. Good old friends turned enemies, and new friends came in.

A journey is about to end in my life. And a new one will start. And I hope like every time that this journey lasts long. All this small journeys make one long life but at the end of the day we should have something with us about which we can lie down and think and be happy about. with every journey coming to an end, our hunger for love and every thing increases rather than we accepting the truth that life and all its parts and parcels are suppose to be like this. Like everyone else, I also hope, apart from dreams, when I leave this world forever, I may have a friend from every journey of my life beside me. That’s it and nothing else. And I don't care whether at the end they turn foes, just their presence and the fact that I had them with me when I left will be enough to take with us for a bigger journey.