Its been over a year since I wrote anything here. A lot has happened in this period. I successfully completed my post-graduation from one of the most beautiful campuses ever to grace the face of the earth, I spent 9 months doing content for a website by an event company, I interviewed ADAM GILCHRIST (yes, read that again!) and eventually quit my job, only to become a cricket journalist. From the picturesque valleys of Lavale (Look it up), I've made my way to the cruel world of Mumbai.
I'm doing fine, by the way. Not your usual naive villager shown in the movies, who flocks to Mumbai and is robbed the moment he steps onto the busy platform. The movies do portray Mumbai as it is though. The way people cling onto the trains day in and day out, travelling miles for work is quite inspiring sometimes.
The much-talked about spirit that various film-makers try to capture through a myriad concepts cannot be captured. It's too vast, its too widespread to be put into a 70 mm frame lasting for 3 hours. It would be injustice to the aspects that the film-maker is bound to ignore, for there are far too many things that define this city of dreams.
I've survived, in conditions good and bad, the Mumbai life for over a year now. I've learned to live in the city that teaches you the most important life lessons that none of the moral science classes could ever have.
So, that's a quick recap on what's been happening in my life since I last used my blog. A lot of moments, most of them I will cherish for a lifetime should have been recorded here. Anyway, moving on from the city of dreams to the city of MY dreams, Hyderabad, the real reason for this post.
I returned from a four-day trip home and I'm yet to get over it. four days are not a lot I know but its just the quality time spent in what I believe to be the best city in this country that matters the most.
At 11 pm last night, I was in my train to Bombay ( I refuse to call it Mumbai). As the train began to move, the last four days flashed in front of my eyes, telling me that an impulse decision of jumping off the train before it gains speed might be an enterprising one. Unfortunately, I was boring enough to decide against it.
I just sat back and let the thoughts pour in. I sat there thinking how the four days just went by in a flash. It's a lot like the experience of eating candy floss. You enjoy your first dig into the fluffy pink substance and just when you start to enjoy it and dig deeper, its finished. Just like that.
Sigh.
I'm doing fine, by the way. Not your usual naive villager shown in the movies, who flocks to Mumbai and is robbed the moment he steps onto the busy platform. The movies do portray Mumbai as it is though. The way people cling onto the trains day in and day out, travelling miles for work is quite inspiring sometimes.
The much-talked about spirit that various film-makers try to capture through a myriad concepts cannot be captured. It's too vast, its too widespread to be put into a 70 mm frame lasting for 3 hours. It would be injustice to the aspects that the film-maker is bound to ignore, for there are far too many things that define this city of dreams.
I've survived, in conditions good and bad, the Mumbai life for over a year now. I've learned to live in the city that teaches you the most important life lessons that none of the moral science classes could ever have.
So, that's a quick recap on what's been happening in my life since I last used my blog. A lot of moments, most of them I will cherish for a lifetime should have been recorded here. Anyway, moving on from the city of dreams to the city of MY dreams, Hyderabad, the real reason for this post.
I returned from a four-day trip home and I'm yet to get over it. four days are not a lot I know but its just the quality time spent in what I believe to be the best city in this country that matters the most.
At 11 pm last night, I was in my train to Bombay ( I refuse to call it Mumbai). As the train began to move, the last four days flashed in front of my eyes, telling me that an impulse decision of jumping off the train before it gains speed might be an enterprising one. Unfortunately, I was boring enough to decide against it.
I just sat back and let the thoughts pour in. I sat there thinking how the four days just went by in a flash. It's a lot like the experience of eating candy floss. You enjoy your first dig into the fluffy pink substance and just when you start to enjoy it and dig deeper, its finished. Just like that.
Sigh.
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