Mumbai.....the other side of the glitz and glam

Marine drive made me fall in love with the city and Elphistone made me ridicule it...

Mumbai, the city of dreams,
Mumbai, the city of bitter realities...

If on a running train, a 12 yr old kid snatches your bag and jumps of the train, then what exactly should you feel, you will have to experience it to feel it, it was not the feeling of loss, it was not the terror of being robbed, it was not the pain of getting the lost things done again...It was nothing but anger, ragging within...anger on the city, that forced the kids to get down to such activities, it was the feeling of shame to know that on a station were more than 100 trains stop by did not have a single constable to address my problem...and the reason being that the next day was the 'once in every three months happening drama' popularly called the elections...so be sure you have no right to fall into trouble, the day before the elections.

what more when you walk into the railway police station that is two stations away from where the real tragedy took place, you find the police more helpless than the person bearing the loss, just four constables on duty, the rest are serving our not so deserving future leaders....

Now my F.I.R is done but trust me not for a moment did i expect my bag to come back...feel like sticking posters around....'In case the police needs help, call the citizens....'

That's reality....

17th july...a big day in my life!

17th july...i was dressed in white and blue...the usual casual dressing when I do not have to go for a presentation. Am preparing the labels for a Yash Birla Product pitch, well my Business head was suppose to go for the presentation alone. Suddenly the phone buzzes and oh it's my business head wanting me to come down to Nariman point with the labels and obviously for the presentation too...
UUUlala what an office....absolutely amazing...great paintings all around and lovely staff...we had to wait for 2 hours and while we waited, other agencies made their pitches...Finally it was our turn, we were hungry and nervous, we knew that we will be facing the CEO and the gang, but the surprise begins now we enter the room and we hear 'just wait for five minutes, Mr birla will be here'
'Oh freak' that's how my Business head goes, you mean Mr Yash Birla, yes the temperature rose and finally the man of the moment entered, dressed in white and blue..(wow we were almost matching matching) and then we started, he was cool and answered all queries, he said good stuff and at the end we shook hands and he said 'Thanks Indira and Piyush, we will get back to you'

After that it was only smiles, everyone saw me in....:)

The youngest one getting married...

OMG!!!! the kid is getting married...

Hey Guys look am eating...

Indi khana khati ho na? Indi tum apni health ka khayal rakhti ho na? Indi tumne khana khaya? Indi are you eating properly? Did you have your lunch? Nalayak khana kha lena raat ko?

That's all I get to hear from my lovely lovely friends...each one is worried only about indi's eating habit so here is a proof to say that yes baba mein apna khayal rakh rahi hoon.

years after holi again...

Am in love with colors but the last few years I just gave up playing, reasons being lack of faces to paint, however this year, though i wanted to escape the greens and the reds and the pink, but I could not...Office was great fun, it was a real colorful day, the tragic part was that I caught the eye of everyone on the street probably they must be laughing at the way I looked completely a monkey.

A li'l fun at my colleague's b'day...

A day of mixed reaction...one member was leaving us forever and another member had entered into a new year...Farewell and Birthday all on the same day...yet the funda was just one...

Welcome with smile, Goodbye with a smile.

A new day...

Today just made me think, made me look back at what I had left behind. Today when someone was leaving from a team which found itz birth in him. Today when he stood in the middle of emotions, unable to comprehent unable to express. Today when I was at the spectators chair...I remembered my days.

What have I left behind? A bunch of people who screamed at me for reasons unknown, a group of girls always trying to teach me things that never seemed to rock my brains, a boy taking full authority of calling him my brother or an insane guy trying to refute me in everything I did...well probably I should not miss any of these but why now that I am away do I look forward to have more of those people around???

A new day but old thoughts...

Mumbai Meri Jaan!

Aye dil hai mushkil jeena yaha…
Zara hat ke zara back ke yeah hai Mumbai meri jaan…
Kahi janaat kahi slumdog kahi loffar kahi mehfil…
Jo milta nahi yaha toh milta nahi Dil…

That’s true, Mumbai the big city, bigger than I could ever imagine, you get everything here, just name it; you will get it but one thing that no matter what you will never get is a breather…Running souls trying to catch up with every passing minute, ruthless race for deadlines and for everything that exists and yet all so very material. Yes this is Mumbai, you starve for warmth, but then there is the other side too…Itz a place which smells of challenge and attitude. Jo haar gaya woh sala kaam se gaya.

Young or old everybody talks in English rather I was amazed to hear everyone travelling in trains speak in English, and mind you no hinglish it’s English. Padhle likho ka sehar hai yeh…chalet e raho, jagte raho…

Seven islands joined to form this Bindaas city and probably it will take another seventy years for any other city to become Mumbai afterall the bargain is not easy…the deal is “ Give emotions get rich, give humility get fame, give yourself get everything else”…

Bach ke rehna, yeah hai Mumbai meri jaan!

My first weekend in Mumbai...

Sunday morning started at 10, oh God my friend had a flight…shook her up,she was on her way to serve the economy and 1st class fliers…
Sunday night, imagine!!! you jolly well plan to just go and sleep and just then your phone buzzes…
Hello…
Yes…
Hi this is Mouli…”oh my God that’s my boss!!!
Yes there’s an assignment for you, just take it down on paper…
Think on it and get back to me by tomorrow evening…
Sure Sir…
So Good night Indira…
Well that’s was some day…didn’t get sleep, was alone in the house and what more my li’l sister called and cried… “ Missing you,” I cried too…
That was Sunday…

Indi In Mumbai

Buzzing with life, with people and people everywhere...
You walk on the streets just to reach a destination...
You stop for no one...
Oh she's wearing a mini skirt...hey here no one's interested...
Women here are power puff girls...
Lucky me...I even saw them tearing hairs for an issue of a rest butt...
Mad Mad and madening...10 at night but life's still moving, 12 and people still on the run...1 at night and the tired souls are still on the run but this time on a beach...wierd city...night walks is a fashion here...

Pretty women all around and yeah though this city rocks...I miss my mishti mishti kolkata...