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So far….

Lyfe – 1999 – bhuta – mummy – pratish – shailesh – bhumika – nagardas – cambridge – gujarati – english – ssc – commerce – tolani – confusion – friends – world – politics – kunal – sandy – reading – books – mihir – faisal – karan – goldflake – music – nishit – arvind – 2004 – beaches – compassion – pseudo – frozen-thoughts – internet – yahoo – cat – sapna – july – blogging – karma -nightmare – iipm -apurva – jignesh- money – mukund – knowledge- dipali -london – beautiful – lull – reena – mba – heartbreak – anger – random – madness – inertia – sadness – words – 2008 – icici – poonam- philosophy – feelings – learning – 2009 – unlearning – relearning – dharmi – kkps – orkut – kunjal – dhruti – dreams- regrets – mistakes – nirvana – wisdom – razr – 202 – andheri – india – ccd – u2 – markets- sensex- ideas – 11 – pinkfloyd – ethics – wowy – fridays – sagar-apts- business – frustation – greed – marriage – obsession – problems – pleasure – kutch

…. not in chronological order and in same intensity. “I”, “ME”, “MYSELF” is sum of these parts, so far…!!

25th November 2009

Unknown day of July..

Unknown day of July, the sun was trying to settle down somewhere in the west of the city of Mumbai, it always settles amidst that filthy looking concrete jungle, leaving rest of the work for dusk to complete.

The corner table of the Café Coffee Day popularly known as CCD was occupied by them….

He: Are you sure?
She: Yes, are you?
He: It doesn’t matter..
She: It does..
He: When you are not in a position to exercise your will it doesn’t matter what you feel.
She: That’s true but I think it’s high time we end this chapter now.
He: How can you end something which never started, we were in fools paradise.
She: Sometimes it’s great to be in fools paradise and enjoy lyfe which otherwise you can’t being among worldly wise of this society.
He: That’s good way to look at it.
She: I always told you to change the way you look at lyfe.
He: But I never did.
She: But I am sure you will.
He: Now that’s being too optimistic
She: I am
He: I will try
She: Good for you
He: may be, anyways its dusk, time to part ways.
She: Oh yes, otherwise you wont get an auto back home.
He: What was that? PJ?
She: Well, something’s in lyfe cant change. J
He: Bye
She: Goodbye

Within seconds the chairs were empty and paid bill was lying on the table with unused cappuccino. Two shadows were walking on the same road in opposite direction under the street lights.

The dusk had turned into night.

The Autorickshaw Diaries

Inspired by the recently read book Motorcycle diaries by legendary personality CHE Guevara, I thought of writing this but thankfully this inspiration is confined to only title and not the content.

For long Mumbai has been identified with local trains and omnipresent BEST buses but autorickshaw has not been given its due may be because its area of operations has been restricted to half of Mumbai ie Mumbai suburbs

Travelling in auto rickshaw in Mumbai has been part of growing up in Mumbai for last as many years as I can remember, from the age when I was allowed to travel with 3 permitted adults as a kid to the age when I am considered among adults.

Likeness for autorickshaw is a subjective thing, if you are driving in your so called air-conditioned four wheel sedan, it will seem like unwanted creature crawling on the road and creating lot of troubles and you will inexorably end up uttering four, five or six letter words based on your linguistic influence and vocabulary preferences….. but if you are stuck somewhere and there is no other mode of travelling then it will come across as god send savior in the moment of crisis. Fortunately or unfortunately I have experienced both.

It’s an experience of a kind to travel in autorickshaw on Mumbai roads which are often used in same connotation as in moon’s surface. Talking about experience of travelling in autorickshaw… most of them have music system which will give you inferiority complex about your music system at home but unfortunately they typically play some unheard old hindi film songs or Altaf Raja kind of music (!!!) or Himesh Reshmiya with extra beats(!!!???##%%^&#) which sounds more like nuisance then music.

Broadly there are four categories of drivers in the roads of Mumbai which has some typical common traits among their respective categories. These are Motorcyclist, car drivers, bus drivers and autorickshaw drivers. All these categories are topic of separate discussion but talking about autorickshaw drivers, I think they are the most restless breed of drivers nurtured indigenously on the roads of Mumbai which can not be reproduced anywhere in the world. Even if they have scanty piece of automobile in their hand they drive it like some 100 horse powered engineering marvel. On the face of it, autorickshaw looks like some alien vehicle, cross breed between bajaj scooter and some delivery van.

Another interesting aspect of autorickshaw as per my observation comes from the people who use it for travelling. Owing to cosmopolitan (!!) nature of Amchi Mumbai, people from different walks of lyfe likes to call it in a many different ways such as AUTORICKSHAW, RICKSHAW, AUTO, RICK and some indigenous names like RIKSHO by typical gujju maniben or MENDHAK by car drivers because of the way it looks.

The most interesting part about autorickshaw for me is its fare. For last many years minimum fare is fixed at Rs 9 which is BATA style of pricing. Generally neither drivers have inclination to give the one rupee back nor do travelers have interest in taking the one rupee back but speaking about myself had I taken back all those one rupee coins over the years, by now I would have been in a position to buy my own autorickshaw.

 

Muje change chahiye……

Yeah…. I need change…….. of 100/- or 500/- or may be 1000/-

It seems strange and funny but true… As usual I don’t understand why I run out of change every time, everywhere…….

Having change in my wallet is like a luxury for me, owing to my poor track record of having change, which causes embarrassment at general stores to even at auto rickshaw Walla’s…..

Looking for change with 100/- note in hand is like searching for water in desert, the whole world seems to be running out of change when I need it… (or is it a well planned conspiracy ha….??!!!)

There are two types of situation, 1st is when you know that you don’t have change (and you know you cant do anything about it) and you go to buy something, in this situation you tend to get defensive and pray that the person will not ask for change, and when you really get what you want without being asked for change, its like…… phewwww…. bach gaye….

2nd type of scenario…… You don’t even know that your running out of change until its the time for payment, and when you realize this harsh reality(of lyfe), your facial expression says that its the biggest shock of your lyfe…. and the eternal struggle to find the change starts with one of those high denomination notes in hand…. or else you end up buying more than you really want….

Imagine a scenario where after buying chewing gum for 2/- you end up buying chewing gum plus mineral water plus chocolate plus chocolate cream biscuits (!!!) plus what not…. just because you did not have change…… well, these things are not new to me….

One more….. I invariably catch the auto rickshaw and then realize that I don’t have change….when I offer 100/- note to him, he looks at it trying to copy my embarrassment as if its a fake note…..( and I feel like banging my head on the meter which reads as 9/-)….
And this thing invariably happens while coming back home…. but in this situation I take the help of my lender of the last resort… Yes my building watchman…. I have lost the number of count as to how many times I have borrowed 10/- from him. He comes across as god send savior in this moment of crisis…..

So… all you people out there who sympathize with me and reciprocate these feeling are welcome to share the views… May be together we can find out the solution for this….

INERTIA…

as they say is very strong and I am feeling it, still trying to sink in the feeling of HERE AND NOW world…

Going out was never like the same. It was different may be because of varied reasons like the purpose of going, accompanying people, expectations and probably the destination…

Went with a child like enthusiasm and had some wonderful time with some wonderful people. It proved to be a great learning experience. Formed some opinions, created memories, had some meaningful discussions, and gathered some food for thought and realizations were always there as usual…

Certain things were centre point of life for that 11 days and they are still making their presence felt in sub-conscious mind…

Here it goes

9W 117 …Royal National …2306…Pounds…Tesco…Russel Square…Oxford Street…BhelpuriHouse…Motijheel…MacD…Carlsberg…LSE…Oyster…Tube…Primark…Magic 105.4…99 Pens Store…Starbucks…

I know it all sounds like abstract but wel… Thats ME…

6th Sept 07