Archive for November, 2012

Kya Rakha Hai Iss Sheher Mein?…Dil Basa Hai Boss!

Where the sun sets in the sea and rises up from the sky scrapper right across my apartment! I’ve heard people curse this place more than they love it…and Why Not?! It is a perfect recipe for disaster and loathing! Yet they can’t leave this place, for the simple fact – It’s home!

A street right outside your door will consist of hawkers engulfing the sidewalk and no matter how much ever we curse them, we still buy stuff from them! Now the roads, you’ll be lucky enough to find a divider on the road for starters. Secondary, if you want to live, you need to look both sides at all times (if possible, simultaneously) to cross the road! As for the traffic…here goes:

You’ll need

  • Overflowing amount of frustrated drivers with cars, bikes, etc.
  • Moody disco light signals at each junction
  • Blind B.E.S.T. Bus & Truck drivers
  • Self destructive & Suicidal Pedestrians
  • Sense of not following traffic rules
  • Swarm of black and yellow public transport


  • Mix all together!

Note: Best made during 8 a.m. – 10 a.m & 6 p.m. – 8 p.m.

No matter how suited up you are or how swanky your car is…we still stop for the occasional 4 p.m. chai(tea) at any small makeshift stalls called tapris! Cutting Chai or half a glass of tea for 5 bucks will get you through the evening! Vada Pav is our staple diet…our nutrition ain’t complete without it! Alternatively, Idli Vada does the needful!

Our pride: The Garbage & The Potholes! Its a huge population to handle so don’t point fingers at us, on the contrary, it creates employment opportunities! The adornment of the streets with the air filled with its aroma..its a part and parcel of our life. Initially we condemned it…now we live with it! Bombay is an Off-Roader’s Paradise…as well as for the garbage-feasting population!

The Nightlife: We either party at a club or at someone’s pad, go home or some other chap’s home and sleep…OR… wander aimlessly in the night, eating Chinese food at our local station, stroll at the beach, evading cops and just drive by those disco signals! The nightlife of Bombay is an inevitable part of our lives…we either work, party or reminisce!


The Bars: Our story starts at a really dim place where either a match or a South Indian movie is broad casted followed by the condiments of peanuts, chaklis, papads, szechuan sauce and/or green chutney with the choicest range of liquors starting from Desis to Bacardis!

CAUTION: All glass bottles should be kept on the EMPTY adjacent table!


Sightseeing: If you tell us to show you Mumbai…we will direct you to one place – Mumbai Darshan. The bus takes you to all the places apparently ‘worthwhile’ to see in Bombay, which includes: Gateway of India, Juhu Beach, Shivaji Park, Malabar Hill, Marine Drive and uh… forget it…Google will help you better! Our sightseeing primarily includes a good fight/quarrel/argument/loud voices etc!


All in all, We still get on to the trains/buses no matter if it’s a couple of limbs that our life depends on…We work hard, party harder…Most probably every guy in Bombay has taken a leak by the side of the road…We walk through shit…We treat stray dogs as our own…We take God seriously…Sachin Tendulkar even more seriously!…We give Paris a run for their money in matters of PDA!…We won’t be hawking around big star’s bungalows but will crowd the Electonics Store to catch the match!….We dance on the roads during festivities…We bargain at almost anything, be it your Wal-Mart!…We fight for 1-2 rupees with the rickshaw guy…Our beggars are most probably richer than us…We fight, abuse and vent out our frustrations but without a blink of an eye, We’d help our own and others in times of needs; be it the terrorist attacks, the floods,etc….every cop is our maternal uncle…every old guy is paternal uncle…No matter where you are from, we will speak to you in Marathi!…and the list goes on!

One can’t describe Bombay in paragraphs and lines! I’m sure I’ve missed out on a lot! The beauty of Bombay needs to be experienced, don’t be beguiled by her looks…she tends to put people off and I surely was one of them! Bombay is picturesque in its own unique way much like Picasso’s works…Many call it absurd, others call it acquired taste…we call it home!

Photo Credits:

Shrirang Swarge 

Sanjana Kashyap 

Google Images


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We were mocked upon on their ground. Wrong decisions, 11 men against 9, an offside winning goal that wasn’t.

We stood on their same soil three days later. We brought in our young lads…unsung heroes…and our legend.

Without a protest we played a clean match, all we asked for is raise a hand if you are spotless. Yet with a squad of newly bud reds, we held you down to a one goal difference. Well done lads! We accepted defeat humbly & bowed down from the cup with grace.

Our past could not be erased, but our future could be shaped. None can now tell us about wrong decisions for we overlooked many without qualms. None could mock us about 9 men when they were playing against our kids. You merely lost points while we lost our chance.

For we know a new dawn arises. We fall. We rise. We conquer.

Let them struggle to keep their flag flying high while we, united, bask in our glory…

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