Sunday, 27 May 2012

Yeh Hai Mumbai Meri Jaan

Mumbai, Sukhetu Mehta's Maximum City, the city that never sleeps, the city of hopes of dreams, it is a city that holds a different meaning to every individual who calls this city home. From being the financial capital of India to having the largest slum to being the Shanghai of India, Mumbai has loads to offer to anyone who cares to look closely and without any warning the city becomes an integral part of life.

Having visited often and living here for the past two years my life had been more or less cocooned in the protected, beautiful college campus and my brushes with the city were limited to eating out, shopping in malls and the battles of riding in the local trains. But as I stepped out of the confines of my life in IIT I was amazed by the rich multicoloured fabric of the life here, where every individual strives to carve out an identity for themselves.

Working here is an enriching experience, teaching you independence, giving you an opportunity to view the real world up close and personal and face it hands on. Most people that come here see the crowded trains, crawling traffic and bursting population but fail to see the hidden wonders, the simple pleasures that the city rewards you with. The wonder as you glance at the beautiful architecture of Victoria Terminus, the old world charm as you roam the streets of South Bombay, the inspiration drawn from the art galleries, relishing your roots in the Prince of Wales Museum, stepping into the sacred halls of the Bandra Church, it is a treasure trove for those waiting to discover what this city is all about.

For those wishing to rejuvenate strolling along marine drive amidst the riot of activity and still finding peace, or climbing the ruins of the Bandra Fort to gaze at the majestic sea link or just frolicking in the sea it is the perfect way to let go of the stress. Sitting atop the cement boulders in the open sea at the Nariman Point in the gentle breeze and gazing out at the sun painting the horizon with numerous hues as it sets is a mesmerizing experience. Reflections and recollections abound here in the melody of the waves lapping the shore, the vastness of the sea and the tranquility that is inspired in you even in a crowd.

This endeavour was also a treat for the palate with delightful Italian savouries at the Cafes Mondegar and Mogambo and the mouth watering chat at marine drive. Rediscovering Mumbai was a great pleasure heightened even more by the company as I roamed the streets of Mumbai taking it all in. A highly recommended experience for all those who want to feel the pulse of a city!!!

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Blood Stained Quill

Looking at the world around me, I was struck by how much the saying the pen is mightier than the sword still holds true. Sometimes all that is needed to break someone is a word or an action at their sensitive spot. It all seems like a chess board where individuals are manipulated and their vulnerability exploited. If a pawn on the board could say it all he would sound something like this...

I sit alone today thinking back to those words
Wondering how on earth had they turned to swords
Bewildered at the still glistening fresh blood I glance
My pen perched on the parchment in a warrior stance
The feelings to share and my heart’s desire to express
The world has now taught me I will have to repress

I had waited an eternity to let down my guard and be heard
Turned out to be the gullible lamb, believed in the shepherd
The hurt and betrayal has left me shocked, I’m still in a trance
When just yesterday I had on him taken a trusting chance
The feelings to share and my heart’s desire to express
The world has now taught me I will have to repress

Today the wound has healed a bit, but battle embittered
My scarred soul, has led to being the lone warrior preferred
They ask me to let go of the past, embrace lives beautiful elegance
But how do I defeat the fear of past, approach any new experience
The feelings to share and my heart’s desire to express
The world has now taught me I will have to repress

Gather up my courage, bolstered by you into letting down my guard
Disregard the misgivings but trudging on proves to be real hard
I hope against hope that you have not lured me out under false pretense
Place myself in your care, hope to heal and cherishing life along the distance
Coz the feelings to share and my heart’s desire to express
The world had taught me I will have to repress