one tiny blast from the past .
i wrote this post on my first blog , i had just started blogging : the date was 24th feb 2003.
it has been two years since and this city still manages to amaze and surprise me all the time.
and i have gotten to love the city now , with all its madness and inadequacies.
but the following was the emotion i was going through , my genuine bewilderment with the city and the people. read on -
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this makes me think…mumbai…
my one year in mumbai is about to complete…as the rule book ;) on relationship says its time to reflect …hence judge …decide…so here goes…
first somebody.. anybody…tell me as to why this city is called land of dreams.. when there are more dreams unrealized here than otherwise…this may sound a little clichéd ( oh almost all movies have this ) but you have to experience it to really believe it …it is so unsettling.. people speak of something immense happening the very next day…everyday…till they die..
i am not dramatizing pls.. as i said earlier you have to live it to believe it…i have never felt so insecure in my life as I did during the first few weeks here…its fantastic at times…
And ladies and gentlemen lets hear it for the people related to this film / tv industry.. they top the chart of dreamers…they win hands down.. they outclass one and all….these wanna be actors, astt directors, music directors, and the what not…
they are horrifyingly, gut wrenchingly positive people.. my life partner, soul mate , my best friend is one of them…as bad if not more ( my influence, thank you )…don’t get me wrong here.. i knew right from the beginning when I fell in love with him… he was special because of his passion…
but people, no one prepared me for this city…these fantasists…
they scare me.. …they who have left their homes, parents, the security.. every thing worth …and they wait for that big, whooping event to happen the next day…
some of them don’t even have enough to make their ends meet.. but they dream and stick around..
some have horrifying tales of struggle to tell…but they bear and dream on…
as passionately…as optimistically..
and most of them do have realistic options.. but no sire !!!!…nothing can beat the arc lights, the cameras.. makeup on their faces…
i fail to understand this stubbornness, this doggedness …i am made of ordinary stuff.. not that I don’t have goals or dreams but they are reachable.. possible.. no unreasonable “dreamer blood” in me…
but i guess, there is something in the water of this incorrigible, persistent city.. of late dreams have started creeping in my eyes too.. i am still scared…slightly dismayed…very grounded…
but now i don’t deny…
this is a city of dreams…mostly impossible ones….and i am a part of it.. whether i like it or not…whether i understand it or not...
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