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Tuesday, May 17, 2005

  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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Comments:
Hey you are back! And yes, bbay is the city of dreams. We sail in the same boat.
 
would love to be there once, but its so so so far off.
 
i relate to that feeling...whenever i come to the city, it fills me...i get this passion, this excitement of being in a place that will give me something more than just materialistic pleasures...it is a most different place...*sigh*...i guess im 'mumbai-sick'...
 
the whirlpool of aspirations, eh? Beautiful post..:) and hey, welcome back.
 
Nice! "...i am made of ordinary stuff..."...sweetly put though your writing style is far from ordinary..

So your man, he a director or something?
 
surely there is another side of the city...where the "common people" (non-dreamers) live?
 
With whatever experience I have of Mumbai, one thing I was sure about - I can't live in that city.

Travelling in local can be an unsettling experience. I did that for a few days. Can't do that forever.

A small percentage of that city (can afford to)live the lavish life style these movies, media portray. Rest of them lead the live of Keeda-Makauda.

Of course, for most of them there is no way out. They have to survive, so they are doing it.

May be I will do it too when there is no other option to survive. But as long as I have other options, Mumbai is far for me. :-)
 
ANUMITA or a city of unfulfilled dreams may be... who can say ?

AQUA ya its worth a visit . best night life in india , i think
 
CALVIN "...something more than just materialistic pleasures" ya , and most of us wait and spend our lives for doin just that...

PHATICHAR thanks pal ... its is the whirlpool of aspirations. aint it all ?
 
GRATISGAB why thanks babe .. coming from you ,it is a huge compli...i mean you are so good urself (sweetly put ;) )


SOM trust me som , there are no such place in mumbai .. non dreamers might die here .
 
MANISH oh ma...keeda makoda ..ouch ..
nahi re, this city grows on you . it does .i hated the town myself when i came here .. now i dont think i can live in anyoher metro ..
lucknow ki baat alag hai .waha kabhi bhi bhej do.
 
I agree. I have my stories to tell about Bombay. Some of my best years till now were in Bombay. That city has too much happening, it takes a life time to comprehend. Its a world in itself. Nice post.
 
"lucknow ki baat alag hai .waha kabhi bhi bhej do"

Yeh to tumney mere dil ki baat keh di :-)
 
grounded in reality, but part of a dream :)
 
yep!Bombay is city of dreams for living creatures.....;)
 
I don't know much about mumbai but for me "jehan pe savera ho basera wohin hai...."
 
yes, she does get into yr blood stream- you can love her, hate her, admire her - but you cant be indifferent, such is the tempo and such her temper..
austere
aap kahan ho?
 
I have read so many interesting accounts on this city. Everyone has his/her own story to tell. I have never been to this city. But people never get tired of talking about this facinating city. Might be interesting to visit it once.
 
Hi Sanguine..no new posts?
 
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