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 much vigor 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!