It has been long since I put pen to paper metaphorically, and wrote something. My experiences at the workplace were so unique, co-created and personalized that I hardly found anything different to think or ponder upon every second moment. Thoughts of all things I ever did or wished to do started to converge at such a rapid and random pace that I feared it was time for the second big bang. But as my shirt had read every second day in college, change was inevitable. And Mumbai was it.
My apartment on the sixteenth floor is just the right place for almost anything. When I first stepped inside, it wasn’t as much a feeling of grandeur as it was of a calm, a sense of stillness, starkly different from the pace of things that Mumbai is known for. The silhouette at my window is exemplar of the enigma, the passion, and the strange attraction that Mumbai is. Lit buildings, signboards, orange streetlights, a railway track, the dark sky, the grey sea and the sprawling sea-link present an amazing portrait of this amazing city. The first thing I observed was that there are a little less than infinite number of people here. And they come in all sizes, shapes and varieties.
The best thing is, I have lot of friends here, whom I already know since long- to meet up and go out with. Its good for a guy like me who is generally very crookedly opinionated about people. Its like being a choosy beggar! Amit was here for this weekend. He said he had some GRE work, but I bet he just wanted to send another e-mail to the same female! :P We didn’t do much. Spent most of the time at home, talking and discussing how the whole world is in wrong hands. Amazingly. in college, our eyes didn’t go beyond a cheek-whiskered fair chunk by the name Mohota. The last few days were real fun. It was like your girlfriend’s sister treating you!
People generally don’t change with time. Some case study topics to prove this:
1. Akshay couldn’t find a place to meet in the whole city, other than Hiranandani Gardens, Powai.
2. Rocky was smart to avoid the rush and get down from the local train at the wrong (?) side.
3. Sushant slept and snored during a Avatar show worth 280.
and..
4. Amit ko raat ko garmi hui. To usne apni sone ki chain nikal ke fenk di!
Now this is what I am used to. Nothing less!
My apartment on the sixteenth floor is just the right place for almost anything. When I first stepped inside, it wasn’t as much a feeling of grandeur as it was of a calm, a sense of stillness, starkly different from the pace of things that Mumbai is known for. The silhouette at my window is exemplar of the enigma, the passion, and the strange attraction that Mumbai is. Lit buildings, signboards, orange streetlights, a railway track, the dark sky, the grey sea and the sprawling sea-link present an amazing portrait of this amazing city. The first thing I observed was that there are a little less than infinite number of people here. And they come in all sizes, shapes and varieties.
The best thing is, I have lot of friends here, whom I already know since long- to meet up and go out with. Its good for a guy like me who is generally very crookedly opinionated about people. Its like being a choosy beggar! Amit was here for this weekend. He said he had some GRE work, but I bet he just wanted to send another e-mail to the same female! :P We didn’t do much. Spent most of the time at home, talking and discussing how the whole world is in wrong hands. Amazingly. in college, our eyes didn’t go beyond a cheek-whiskered fair chunk by the name Mohota. The last few days were real fun. It was like your girlfriend’s sister treating you!
People generally don’t change with time. Some case study topics to prove this:
1. Akshay couldn’t find a place to meet in the whole city, other than Hiranandani Gardens, Powai.
2. Rocky was smart to avoid the rush and get down from the local train at the wrong (?) side.
3. Sushant slept and snored during a Avatar show worth 280.
and..
4. Amit ko raat ko garmi hui. To usne apni sone ki chain nikal ke fenk di!
Now this is what I am used to. Nothing less!
1 comment:
Now this is what I am used to. Nothing less!
I second. Period.
Post a Comment