I wonder why we force ourselves to be busy. I'm vomiting this out while sipping my hand-made special chai.
I can go on ranting about how I was injected with dreams of riches, expensive holidays, and luxurious cars in my early adolescence, but what's the point? I am but a lover of uncomfortable rickshaw rides, a roadside food enthusiast and a hypocrite who remembers his god before an important exam.
To give you a brief history, I come from Mumbai, a city in India that sleeps only after a doctor-recommended prescription.
Mumbai is a city that refuses to believe in silence. The only silence you might experience is if there is an unexpected drop in the share market. Ahh, that is the silence a Mumbaikar really resonates with.
My parents are well-to-do and have provided me with all the resources. However, I always wondered if that was the problem. How much water can a glass filled to the brim take?
Every morning, I see the sun rising in between two enormously extravagant towers; oh, what a capitalistic view it is!
I wonder how useless I might be to find beauty in these everyday things. But, unfortunately, it is the monsoons right now, a time for the Bikers.
Standing on the road these days is an invitation for the vehicles (especially the hostile scooty enthusiasts) to splatter the muddy water all over your shirt.
When I say bikers, Non-Indians might draw a charismatic image of a stud and a Davidson. But let me clear the stage: Prasad is late in delivering his cow's milk in the morning.
Amid a tobacco-smoking barber and the financially literate paan-wala, I stand and light a cigarette to overhear their opinions on the stock market since the best of the views come from those who have nothing to do with that field.
It is like a baker talking about the engine of a Mercedes to a plumber. In no regard do I view them as hypocrites. In fact, they have more lucrative jobs than I do.
You're probably wondering what my problem is if you're reading this. Am I in love with this city or satirically despise it?
The truth is, I am not sure. I don't think anyone is. We have crafted this city in our heads; it is a barren land for those who fail to perceive this craft. It is the Picasso of cities, a painting which only a section might understand, so yes, I do not understand this addiction,
This weird, irreprehensible 'Mumbai addiction.'
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