Need for Speed: In Mumbai Life Goes On!

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Most of the Mumbaikars are from outside the city – or so we have always heard. In any case, how many ever they might be, all of them do have a customary visit back home once (or if lucky twice) a year. I had the opportunity to go back to my hometown -Mumbai (now that I have shifted to Bangalore since Feb this year).

I never called Mumbai my hometown, there never was a need to do so.. I lived there, all my life. This time round, I actually felt that weird emotion of going back to where I belong. Sadly, only to feel that I don’t belong there anymore. The first week was purely work related and I had to travel to office everyday. The drive up and down, Powai to Andheri West, never felt this excruciating before  I did feel the pain at times when I used to do it for the past 7-8 years (at different offices located at different areas), but it never evoked feelings of hatred. Feeling of utter disbelief that I had been doing it for so many years of my life.

Most of my friends and relatives said I was cold to have forgotten what the city had given me and how I should be grateful for it. How could I have just turned into a crib-station by just spending six months away from it? Everything about it was putting me off, the travel, the roads, traffic, the weather, the people and the constant invasion of my personal space. For god’s sake, no one even allows you to sit in your car in peace. Someone will bang your car window for money and others will try to sell you something. There is always someone ready to swear at you too!

However, this post is not to vent my frustration at the city all over again, but just an expression of pure wonder! That is all it took? Six months of living elsewhere to discover that Mumbai is actually not a very livable city? At least for me. They say if you have enough money and stay ‘town-side’, things are just better. But I never did. So let me be biased.

Everyone also asks me if I miss the buzz and the speed of the city. The funny thing is, when I was there, I actually wished for it to get faster! I mean, the local train was so crowded that I wanted to reach the station and breathe again asap. When I would drive, oh how I wish I could fly and when I would go to a restaurant, I would really want the waiting to end sooner too. Now it feels like I am understanding ‘time’ as a concept all over again. What’s the need for speed? Or are we just forced to run?

And to top it, some of us will also run for the Marathon. You are already wondering if the registrations are open, nahi?

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Born in Delhi, brought up in Mumbai, ex-radio presenter, recently married, new to Bangalore, procrastinator, wanna-be bitch, can kill kids who ruin her afternoon naps with cricket screams.

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Divya Sharda
Born in Delhi, brought up in Mumbai, ex-radio presenter, recently married, new to Bangalore, procrastinator, wanna-be bitch, can kill kids who ruin her afternoon naps with cricket screams.