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you know you’re from mumbai when…

a post after a month… not doing too good at this!

having lived in mumbai most of my life, and also having lived in a hostel in a neighbouring state, in a small village, which was infested with mosquitoes & every other kind of insect imaginable… it has taken me until now to get… yes… malaria. and add to that, jaundice. double whammy of a different kind. probably finally proving that i belong to mumbai.

can’t have lived here and not have had malaria, jaundice or typhoid now, can one? as a result i have had lots of helpful advice from lots of people on what not to do. seems like everyone has had it at some point, or knows someone who does. maybe this was the final baptism. i could have done without it, but am afraid there’s no going back now.

forced to sit at home, had some random thoughts… kinda like this really old post.

1. you know you’re from mumbai when… (just a few more of them!)
– being at home, sick and therefore missing out on the commute during the bandra fair and ganesh visarjan actually makes you happy.
– hearing the sound of a loud auto-rickshaw everyday doesn’t make you get used to it, you want to throw a rock at it every single time.
– your mobile phone rings constantly and your bedroom becomes your true home – your office

2. TV advertising has to be at its all time low on quality. so many betas and their papas hawking everything from insurance to detergent to cellular services… where’s the idea?! but the most annoying ad has to be “what’s on your eyes?” said with a slap worthy pout. spectacles with brand mark… ideas with ZERO spark. same difference.

3. the desire to read a good paperback thriller lasts only as long as you actually buy the book.

4. you can get hooked to random american mainstream populist serials (whew!) really easily. and perceive a distinct drop in IQ at the end of it. i haven’t lost weight due to illness, my brain has shrunk!

5. eating food with no oil & giving up anything remotely sinful is akin to achieving nirvana.

6. visits from friends and relatives are better at getting you up and about than all those meds.

7. one of the most intelligent things i learned, were the lyrics to an old song sent by a friend – lyrics that i had completely forgotten (sorry, it really is funny, can’t resist going back to that topic!).

i want to play the game of love
i want you in the name of love
aye come here
not here up there in the sky
come with me i want to fly
don't stop let the whole world know
come fast come fast don't be slow


Sometimes this city can be beautiful

the past few days have seen Mumbai at its best… cosy sunlight, not the blinding variety we have been subjected to for so many months, everything bathed in a soft glow, flowing breeze and the gulmohars out it in all glory. standing out in the balcony watching the trees sway in the wind, i actually had such a good time that it was hard to believe i was in the same place with same traffic, same water issues, same everything… i felt refreshed and happy. maybe these photos don’t do justice because there’s still the concrete jungle all around… but just the trees are enough to break the monotony.
am i losing my cynical touch, i wonder! maybe its a sign of growing old! sigh. cross 30 and the journey towards 40 suddenly becomes a gallop instead of a languid stroll.

life just goes on whether you pay attention to it or not. there is greater ease in not paying attention. but then its devoid of richness & pathos.

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