Moving out of Mumbai !!!!

Hey, this is a sudden realization, real sudden. But I always ponder over the reason on why couldn't I stick to the maximum city, on why I could not be a mumbaikar. I could hardly spend a week, and had to move out. But is that because, I am someone who cannot adjust, is it that life has become too comfy or have I lost it in me to push hard and move on. Anyways an RCA is required, because moving to Mumbai was a well though decision and the gene that triggered the move back still existed in me, ready to pop -up and pull me down at another instance.

Mumbai fast, furious, crowded, like fortunes of people climate changes, misery on the streets, hawkers beggars, eunuchs, prostitutes and what not. The fight for survival happens underneath your nose, happens everywhere but in Mumbai happens in such an volume it's hard to ignore. Merciless sights on the backdrop of Mercs, that's Mumbai. The reason I figured out might be lame, but might be worth a discussion.

Mumbai, the city of dreams are for people, who come in there with dreams. Dreams which took birth out of passion, not on half way fighting the never ending battle of survival. Dreams out of passion, often shape into careers, which are close to human instincts, into fortes which one wanted to end up before knowing the benefits aligned to it, dream like these are selfless, pure and doesn't die easy death. Then the later kind of dreams, picked up during the battle of survival, like a rainy day making you feel the need of a car ( Misinterpreted as a dream), Child's birth making you think of a Two bedroom apartment etc. These aren't dreams but sheer necessities which get tagged as dreams, cause anything hard to achieve or nearly in the horizon of luxury is tagged a dream. These dreams get's murdered, trampled as most of them are necessities and not even close to real dreams.

Pre- Mumbai, I almost had achieved all of my dreams other than going to a Big - B school and to see Man U play at Old trafford. Realizing the fact that all I dreamt about never had anything aligned to my natural instincts, I am still soul searching on what I really want. With such a heart no one could enter Mumbai, If you want to be a mumbaikar there are two ways :

1) Never think a lot,get to work, do the job and travel back. Never look back, never be retrospective, being retrospective in Mumbai is like being a virgin inside a Military camp, you are vulnerable. Never compare your lifestyle in any other metro, the breezy drive, people who recognize you by name and all these thoughts will just add to the pain while pulling out your feet, which has gone through serious changes during the train travel.

2) Have a dream, which could take you where you can never imagine, a dream only this city can make sense to. A dream which will make you feel the rush in the local trains like a body massage, the unexpected rains as a free shower or a blessing, floods as declared holidays. A dream that will get you somewhere where you get started, a dream that's a beginning and not an end.

I went to Mumbai blank, idle at work, thoughts rushed in, no dream big enough to make me stick, nothing justified me being there. There are certain places on earth, where your stay must be justified, I realize Mumbai is definitely on of them. A space there is either for someone who wants to go through life without thinking or for someone who has a dream that keep him up throughout.