Mumbai, I love you!

Inspirations can sometimes just walk into your life. They can be sitting right in front of you but you would take years to realize.

Mumbai has been with me for the last four years. This city has seen me through all sorts of ups and downs.

When I first landed myself in this city, it looked as if it was there welcoming me with open arms. I never once felt the need to go back. Although I must admit I did hate the city a bit. I hated it probably because I was on my own and was left to deal with my own problems. I had no family to fall back on. But I never realized that this was the city that helped me mature into what I am today. Life does take you through a lot of stuffs but I learnt that only in this city.

There are just so many difficulties here, from housing issues to travelling and yet when I leave the city I feel like I am needed here. Every time my flight lands at the airport, I feel like I am back home. I feel like I belong here. I have shifted so many homes. Have met so many people. Have so many friends. How the hell can I hate it?

The city is almost always blamed for being dirty. People just hate the city for its roads. But hey which city gives you the privilege to return home alone at 2 a.m. and get stuck in traffic. The indifference of people here probably makes it a safe place.

I don’t know if I can stop writing about this city. But hey I will be giving back to it and saying thank you in my own way!!!

Because, Mumbai I really do love you!!!! J

A beautiful mess

I usually hate mess. But these days nothing usual is happening with me, so I guess it ok to like the mess. Just the other day I was sitting by the window watching the rains… and I saw around me. There were papers scattered everywhere as I have been working on a few things. There was a mug of coffee that had been around for a while. There was some music lying around, didn’t know which case to go into. My clothes had just come in from the laundry a few days back, they were sitting pretty as well on my bed. There was an ashtray full of stubs. And lastly my thoughts – just all over the place.

I was so comfortable. I was so content with the way things were. This was not really me. But I like the transformation. It’s more relaxed. It’s more like a beautiful mess which I am now used to.

I think I like the mess as it’s me. I like it because I can relate to it. Suddenly seems like this is a kind of life I always wanted. My thoughts are all over as they don’t need to be always guided. I like it because its like a kind of freedom that I feel one should experience. Almost like you don’t have to do something if you don’t want. It’s a very different kind of a feeling and I quite like it!!!

A beautiful mess

I usually hate mess. But these days nothing usual is happening with me, so I guess it ok to like the mess. Just the other day I was sitting by the window watching the rains… and I saw around me. There were papers scattered everywhere as I have been working on a few things. There was a mug of coffee that had been around for a while. There was some music lying around, didn’t know which case to go into. My clothes had just come in from the laundry a few days back, they were sitting pretty as well on my bed. There was an ashtray full of stubs. And lastly my thoughts – just all over the place.

I was so comfortable. I was so content with the way things were. This was not really me. But I like the transformation. It’s more relaxed. It’s more like a beautiful mess which I am now used to.

I think I like the mess as it’s me. I like it because I can relate to it. Suddenly seems like this is a kind of life I always wanted. My thoughts are all over as they don’t need to be always guided. I like it because its like a kind of freedom that I feel one should experience. Almost like you don’t have to do something if you don’t want. It’s a very different kind of a feeling and I quite like it!!!

Late nights, coffee and lots of ideas

Those are probably the few most used words in the life of advertising professionals across the globe. Why I write this is because I feel it finally happening to me. I feel getting sucked into the whole gam - jam of this world. No I never refused it. It’s by choice that I am here.

So it’s past midnight, most of the investment bankers in my building are off to sleep by now. The only floor with lights and people working is mine. I am not complaining. I am not even thinking of going back home. Not that I don’t like home but I just like my work a bit more. No I am not a workaholic but I have a funda that while I am young I just want to work so hard that I am able to chill on a beach with my favourite drink after a few years!

So I am still working this time it’s for a new business acquisition. However I don’t know if it’s the sleep that is blurring my vision or it’s the smoke!

Well, I am writing after a long time and it feels good. I don’t know what’s the reason, if it’s the smoke, the coffee, the work or just a bit of time alone with myself while I think. There is a sudden feeling to write and to express. A sudden urge to open the window of the 15^th floor I am on and feel the wind on my face. I want to let the wind blow my hair, the sand get into my eyes. I want to feel like I will be flown away. Its suddenly very happy here. And yes after a long time I smile with myself. I smile not because of someone. I feel the need to explore more of me!!!

So I would say safely I am back on the scene. I am back with a realization. I am back to stay!