A Drive Less Ordinary - I seem to have fallen in love with the Mumbai Pune Expressway and the adjoining roads. Over the past few weeks I have been to Kalwa, Panvel, Khapoli, Thakurwari and the innermost parts of Raigarh District. It has been an eye opener. I met people who living within a couple of hundred kilometres from Mumbai had never seen Mumbai. I learnt what being content was all about. I learnt what it meant to be able to live life as it pans out without any excitement, every single day of ones own life. Here in Mumbai we live from weekend to weekend, going through the normal routine of waking up, catching the train to office and then back again. Friday evenings and weekends become the most hyped up taglines on gtalk status messages without anything spectacular ever happening to anyone on any weekend. Yet, Mumbai lives in hope. But in Thakurwari, every morning is the same and yet every day the work in the fields is different. (In case you remember an amazing movie called Sarkar Raaj, you’ll remember this village. In an aside, Amitabh Bachhan never ceases to amaze me. I am eagerly waiting for The Last Lear)
While coming back from one of these trips, I heard the clouds rumble above me and before I knew it the rains hit the roads. Have you ever driven in blinding rain on a highway? Have you ever seen droplets of water on your window screen defy gravity and travel upwards? Have you ever wondered if the droplets had a mind of their own and wanted to go back home, to the clouds, where they belonged?
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