I am now based out of Mumbai, Mumbai - the city of dreams. Its been exactly 16 days when I arrived with my bag and baggage in this city. I can't claim to know this city much given my duration of stay here but have definitely loved it and hated it for eclectic reasons.
For all the Mumbai lovers, I will start with what mesmerizes me. First and foremost, its the sea, the sea which spreads from one corner to the other, from Juhu to Worli, the sea which makes you fall in love, the sea which just lets you be. With sea comes the weather which fortunately has been pleasant from the very first day, the breeze which is an integral part of my 19th floor flat is one of the best things about my house. Another thing which has come as a wonderful surprise is the fact that here autos and taxis run only by meters, to someone like me who is a Delhiite, its an alien concept but at the same time quite welcoming.
Now, coming to the parts which I have started detesting already. Let me begin with the most debatable - the Local. Yes I have travelled in the local train and it was one of the worst experiences of my life to say the least. In fact it is inhuman to travel in locals at the rush hour. People seemed like ants and cockroaches, one above the another without a sense of space. There is no space to breathe, forget the fact that one could sit or stand. I could smell each person, I could feel the sweat, the touch of countless women whom I don't even know. They fight, they curse, they abuse and then jostle for the air. Isn't it a basic human right to be able to breathe?? Also, whoever says that Mumbai is going to be our Shangai or something is definitely dreaming. The infrastructure of the city is crumbling down each passing day. One rain and its all flodded with water.
This city is good and is bad but it is also unique in its own special way. Its accepts and assimilates people, people from all walks of life but it needs strength and support to go on.