You have had
vada pav from Kirti College gully; you have had Malpoas from Mohamed Ali road; you have played cricket on the road @
Ballard Estate on a Sunday afternoon; you rejoice it took you “only
Adai
ghanta” to reach Nariman point from Dahisar on a Monday morning by western
express highway; you have still not seen the Museum or Jehangir art gallery; you
still don’t know what’s inside Dharavi but have eaten idlis from his cycle with
a horn; you know that Mumbadevi, Haji Ali, Prabhadevi, Mahalakshmi are not people but names of places; you have survived the local train travel between 8 and 10 am on a
working day and proud to speak about the automatic horizontal gravitation push
into and outside the train; you have bought plumbing accessories and screw
driver from chor bazar; you came out
safe and sound after driving through Kalbadevi and Bhuleshwar; you reach your
destination and begin your conversations with ‘jaldi aa gaya, do ghante mein’
Mumbai meri jaan
Lovely Sir
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DeleteLove Mumbai :)
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DeleteWell said Jayaram! You captured the spirit beautifully
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ReplyDeleteI am not Mumbaikar , still loved it
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DeleteCouldn’t stop smiling ππ.... eloquently captured
ReplyDelete✌✌Thanks Cherry
DeleteKashmira: Oh there's a lot more to Mumbai. Await your part II!!
ReplyDeleteYes. PavBhaji, Misalpav...
DeleteWow, beautifully written.
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DeleteVivid description of Mumbai & Mumbaikars... The way the blog ends "jaldi aa gaya do ghante main" evokes laughter :)
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