Honestly, the only affair I have
had in my life has been with Mumbai. We were made for each other. We loved, we
hated, we fought, we cried and we survived and grew together. And how much ever
the Delhites complain about this city, I am in complete love with her.
Now that I am back again to the
city, I realized my love was the unfettered, ill advised and completely
irrational love of the youth. And as such, we had completely overlooked the
fact that our love story was doomed from Day 1.
It has been a couple of months
since we have been here. No, it has not been Bandra, fortunately as far as the
Missus is concerned. She hated the traffic at Pali Naka and the crazy snail on
Linking Road. It was one of those ‘meeting the ex’ that never works out I
guess.
So we ended up near a lake. With
water being a concern every summer, at least I can take a bucket to the lake
every now and then if need so arises. And with the city already gasping at the
very beginning of summer, we sense a long, dry Indian summer ahead of us.
And with the glamourous goggles of
Bandra finally off my eyes, I realized Mumbai’s beauty is often exaggerated by
enamoured young individuals like me. Why else, a city, which is the heart of
one of the future economic super powers, be reeling under infrastructure woes? Why else the green covers of the city are non
existence? Why else would a child be inhaling toxic fumes, every day in her
commute to school?
There was a point of time when I
swore by the restaurants in Mumbai. Today I find them unable to stay true to
cuisines, culinary skills and finesse. The magic wanes as you grow older I
guess, but Mumbai to me was more than magic. It was a story of hope and of
resilience. Today I sense only an acceptance of fate. And slowly that creeps up
on everyone. Sab kuch chalta hain.
I still love Mumbai, but I am no
longer blind to her mood swings. I have realized over the years that not
attempting to correct what’s wrong only leads you down to an abyss, further and
further away from any utopia.
And so this time, Mumbai my love,
every day an auto refuses to pick me up or a road looks like it has been bombed
by WW II fighter planes, do not expect me to accept you as you are.
The days of love, blind and
forgetful are over my dear!
3 comments:
Banjo, loved your post.. can relate to it...
But there is another correlation at play here... something happens when you get married... :).. may be Mumbai is unforgiving to her now married erstwhile wooers.
You realized this probably because you went away from Mumbai and got a chance to admire another beauty (Singapore)?
Very well written sir! Feel the same about my beloved city...not sure if the common thread is the Singapore comparison, or just that we've finally stopped tolerating a city that takes everyone's resilience and affection for granted.
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