For the first time in my life I wish I was a boy. I could then get into one of these sleazy looking cabs and be on my way to Bombay, instead of waiting endlessly for a bus.
Uff.
Until next time..
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
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Friday, August 20, 2010
Once Upon a Time in Mumbai
This movie is not for us bombay-lovers. Its for those people who don't- or rather can't- understand why we love this city so much.
The city with a heart so big, with a compassion so strong and with opportunities so many.
It gives u whatever u want - money, power ,fame - and then as easily, as instantly takes it back. Betrayal is as common here as are all the above mentioned and people here betray only for one reason - who will be the king of Mumbai.
Until next time..
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The city with a heart so big, with a compassion so strong and with opportunities so many.
It gives u whatever u want - money, power ,fame - and then as easily, as instantly takes it back. Betrayal is as common here as are all the above mentioned and people here betray only for one reason - who will be the king of Mumbai.
Until next time..
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Children of a lesser God versus Children of the Devil
From the past few days I have been noticing very strongly 2 different types of people in my world.
The sweeper in my office, the cleaning lady, the canteen boy who picks up my plate. Mild, unassuming they go about doing their work hoping to be inconspicous, not making eye contact and actually trying to not get noticed. When I say thank you, when I smile at them they get startled and scamper off hoping they didn't do anything wrong. These are the Children of a lesser God and my heart goes out to them. What did I do to get so much more then them in life? For them I wish abundant happines, prosperity and good luck - God knows they deserve it. For being so dedicated, so nice and so hardworking.
Then there is the second type of people - the autodrivers, the domestic help at home, the milkman. Aggressive, irritating and assholic they behave as if they own the world. They go about doing favors, not working. He is doing me a favor by letting me sit in his auto, she is doing me a favor by sweeping my floor - never mind that both are charging me exorbitant amounts of money for whatever it is that they are doing. These are the Children of the Devil and I wish with my whole heart that nothing good ever happens to them. May they live and die exactly like they are born - lowly guttural creatures. They don't deserve any better.
Until next time...
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The sweeper in my office, the cleaning lady, the canteen boy who picks up my plate. Mild, unassuming they go about doing their work hoping to be inconspicous, not making eye contact and actually trying to not get noticed. When I say thank you, when I smile at them they get startled and scamper off hoping they didn't do anything wrong. These are the Children of a lesser God and my heart goes out to them. What did I do to get so much more then them in life? For them I wish abundant happines, prosperity and good luck - God knows they deserve it. For being so dedicated, so nice and so hardworking.
Then there is the second type of people - the autodrivers, the domestic help at home, the milkman. Aggressive, irritating and assholic they behave as if they own the world. They go about doing favors, not working. He is doing me a favor by letting me sit in his auto, she is doing me a favor by sweeping my floor - never mind that both are charging me exorbitant amounts of money for whatever it is that they are doing. These are the Children of the Devil and I wish with my whole heart that nothing good ever happens to them. May they live and die exactly like they are born - lowly guttural creatures. They don't deserve any better.
Until next time...
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