Monday, September 22, 2008

The good bay

Every single day, as I go through the struggle that Bombay is, I fall in love with the city even more.

People who have migrated into the city complaint about the traffic jam, the rush in the local trains, the potholes, the whatever and I know that these are the exact things that make Bombay unique.

I cannot put it in words - or I just don't want to attempt - but there is something unique about the way people live here. Someone who's become a part of this city knows what I mean anyway.

These days I am really pissed by people trying to define what Bombay... Mumbai is.

Sometimes, newspapers quoting our leaders
make me - who is an Indian PLUS who's born and brought up in Bombay
PLUS has both his parents born and brought up in Bombay - feel like an outside. I wonder how it would feel to be someone who came into this city just a few years back.

But then the city is also about things like these.
You have to struggle - to get a house on rent, to get darshan at a famous Ganpati mandali, to get a place to sit in the local train and even to get that much desired sense of belongingness and acceptance.
And then there are times when you are having a vada pao discussing cricket or Bollywood with a stranger next to you that you suddenly get that feeling...

...for years, I have been having such experiences. It is because of moments like this that I know that it is only here that I belong.

Mera dil Bombay ka to main bhi Bombay ka!

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