It all started with need..
Prehistoric men with all their raw ravenous energies, synergistic to achieve one goal, satisfaction. Thirst, hunger, territory, and mate. The unforgiving mother nature who served not to one, was at the helm back then, man at her mercy. Everyday was a survivor test, the best were alive, the weak were killed, torn, eaten by the various representatives of the segments of the food chain.
Everyday taught our ancestors how to live, every time they did get food, they were thankful. Every man alive knew one rule and one rule only, survive or perish. Food that man hunted for gave him his clothes as well, the trees became his home.
The trees as a means of living underwent metamorphosis over the years. And now we have concrete jungles. Big cities blossomed, boomed, collapsed during these years. I am going to talk about my home. Mumbai.
They say if you stand at the time square long enough you will see a sample of the worlds population walk past you. People from all races, religions, orientations, and so on. And when you stand at CST station in Mumbai, you would know what the world would smell like if all the odors in the world were to become one!
People tun past you, you are surrounded by mobs of people where ever you go. There are more people per square feet in this part of the world than oxygen per square meter. You have to be crazy, neurotic and border megalomania to be living in a city like Mumbai. But then if you have stayed here. There really is no other place in the world like it!
If you have sweat a drop of sweat here, Mumbai has become a part of you. If you have bled a drop of blood here, you have become a part of Mumbai! I do not wish to trample upon the political heist of Mumbai, nor talk about who it belongs to and why. All i want to talk about is how i love this city, and i really don't know why.
Mumbai is the place where a foreigner might think a place with a lot of mist, fog and greenery. But then spend an hour here. The mist is actually someone spitting on the road, the watery particles have travelled against the forces of gravity and landed on the foreigners face. The fog is actualy smog, and the greenery is "Something Green" growing in the sewage. The place where we have open sewages, who love to play jack in box, invariably with me. I remember falling as many as 3 times in a sewage there, when i was little. No one ever bothered to cover it up until a 2-3 years ago. You need infra ray sensors to see someone you know standing as close as 2 feet from you in a crowd. A crowd is defined as a mass of people. This mass of people in Mumbai is denser than Osmium the densest naturally occurring element.
Mumbai is network of closely knit populations brought together by religion, job, area of settlement, and of course out of pure curiosity.
Mumbai has always intrigued me, fascinated me, excited me, made me shiver with a happy glee, gave me goosebumps, gave me hope, and it does that to me every time i go there!
