A journey called life

I was waiting for my friend to pick me up from the Elphinstone Road station. I had reached quiet early from the scheduled time and had no option but to wait at the platform. Found a seat to comfortably sit and quickly opened the book to read.I started reading with concentration but suddenly the next local that came in at the platform chased my concentration and I held my head high form the book. I looked at the exodus from the train and the people that got in. And for that moment I realized one doesn’t need a book or a newspaper or anything to read while waiting at the platform.There is so much life around you and noticing the activities can really be good time pass.

Not only time pass but then it teaches you,takes you through other’s lives,tells you some naked truths about life and sometimes makes you happy to see some smiling faces around. People are in so much hurry. They keep running to reach somewhere.Some might be running to reach to a meeting in the office,some to reach their college,some must be meeting their friends and in between all this hustle bustle some might be just sitting there waiting for hope….for life to happen…for luck to turn good from bad…just waiting and looking in the blank.

The world is such a small place.You meet so many people and find out that there are friends in common and how. My friends’ brothers’ wife is my other friend’s friend! Sigh! With such connection which are still some how indirectly connected to you,you feel hawww,really? you know her? But in the local train every one seems to be knowing everyone else and they don’t bother to even know the connections,wait a minute are there any connections at all? They talk like long lost friends. They need not know each others’ names but the very fact that they are travelling in the same train everyday is more than enough for them to gel well. Such is life,in Mumbai!

Life in metros is certainly different from other comparatively small towns but life in Mumbai is something else. It has so muchΒ vigorΒ in it..so much speed,so much magic and yet it is deceptive in it’s own ways. Every time you’re in Mumbai you have different feelings about it.The last time that you felt changes to something else in the other trip. No wonder it is called as mayanagri! It engulfs you and shows you an entirely different world…a different life far far away from what you’re living now. It makes you yearn to come back again and again…it makes you fall in love with it…no one can stay away from the spell of it’s magic! That’s Mumbai people,that’s Mumbai for me!


14 thoughts on “A journey called life

  1. reminded me of song
    ei hai bombai nagariya tun dekh babua
    sone chaandi ki nagariya tun dekh babua

    Mumbai is sa dream that millions have to come to to and make a life .. so many people there and so much happening ..

    I was a young boy when i had first come, then next time i came as a grown man and it had changed a lot …

    you’ve put it so well with that song B πŸ™‚


  2. That is true of Mumbai. Every time I have been there, I can’t help be amazed at the amount of life happening there – as in, everybody is doing something- nothing laidback about it at all..

    exactly Smithu πŸ™‚

  3. I have never been to mumbai 😦 but have felt this same kinda morning rush hoursand seen train mates at Chennai esp. when we were living at suburb and people catch that 8:15 fast train (non local that doesn’t stop at zillion stations :)) to reach the city for college and work… good old memories πŸ™‚

    you should visit Mumbai at least once !!! I’m sure you’ll fall in love with it !

  4. did I ever tell you I like this text just above the comment section “C’mon, type in your heart out :-)”.. isn’t that so true? while commenting on blogs we just type our heart out.. no second thought, no judging, no choosing the right word.. its just what you feel about that post at that moment..

    aww that’s so sweet of you to interpret like the way it is meant to be πŸ™‚

  5. This post reminded me of a poem I had written about Mumbai a few years back… I love that place and not just because it is my birthplace but for its spirit…which I have never seen anywhere else!!

    hey would love to read that poem..you have it with you?

  6. Beautiful, beautiful post. Straight from the heart. Loved reading it! πŸ™‚
    Are you in Mumbai now? :O
    Can you believe it – I have never been to Mumbai? I mean I have been there a couple of times, but was there for less than a day, and have never really got the feeling of what life is like there. 😦 I would love to do that sometime in my life. I would especially love to see Mumbai during Ganesh Visarjan. πŸ™‚
    It’s true that there is always so much to see in the world around you – if you are paying attention. There is so much to learn. I love my learning sessions like that. πŸ™‚ Sometimes it is best to observe the world going by than being immersed in a book. πŸ™‚

    you’re right there is so much to see and absorb that’s happening around us…so much to take lessons from…books are surely the best friends but life is the best teacher πŸ™‚

  7. I have never been to Mumbai but I agree that there is always something happening around in such cities…you are never alone yet alone πŸ™‚

    you’re right….you’re never alone yet alone..how nicely put AT πŸ™‚

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