mumbai # the third ground!

its been days since i have put my presence here. people must be wondering, this is the blog about everything, and there is nothing here to read about. pretty much, you are right. i was stuck in managing my mischieves (thats my bread and butter, can't help!), and now i have some free time with me.so, starting randomly, the year is  turning out to be quite interesting. i did not say good, i did not say bad either, i said interesting. mingled, this is exactly how i want it to be. lets take an  instance, the last weekend. an auto car show named PARX was on the cards and being an autofanatic (thats another word born out of my visionitvity {vision + creativity}) i had to go there. however, though, my folks, damned to be less awesome, chose to stay home. the show was being held by a great man, in the city of Mumbai (the city of bollywood and slums, you all must have heard of it), some 200 kms away from my place. a series of things happened and i reached the show on time, almost alone and full of excitement (although according to my parents that live some 500 miles away, i were at flat, sick and sleeping, unable to be contacted...well here my friends play a great deal). there, were beauties. lamborghinis, ferraris, bentleys, rolls royces, audis, BMWs, maseratis, that was exactly how my religion describes heaven. with a friend i made on the way, i kept roaming, taking pictures and capturing videos of every single beast. Y2K turbine, a bike with the engine of a helicopter,  roared and i was like, WOWWWW, those who say only god can make marvels has definitely not seen this thing. the lamborghini aventador LP700-4 roadster, the goddess of power, was firing there and i could feel the vibrations inside my body. once, on my last birthday, i saw a lamborghini, an old gallardo 2008, an that was the best birthday till date. and in the PARX, 11 lamborghinis together, you can get the feeling. although, for a man whose year kicked off at himalayas, you can just expect this to happen.

a moment in PARX

              anyways, after the show, i was roaming around the city, reviving memories of the last two visits (that i did on bikes, self-five!), alone and awesome. the roads and life of mumbai, i had no intention of going back to pune, my home-city. i sat on seashore, seeing the sun go down, enjoying the wind; thinking.
my relations with mumbai are old and deep. though i had never come here since september last year (an awesome bike trip of two people, a must read article will soon  find its way down the blog), i have been hearing about it since i was an infant. my dad used to live here when he was about my age, and he had his best years of his youth exactly on the roads that i trod on. although tables turned and he shifted away, but he never stopped loving it and always found, still finds time to come here every six months. mumbai, as much as i saw, is reality. cruel, as some think, soft, guess the others. mumbai has no concerns, whatsoever. its just the mirror ot the ultimate laws. there, on the seashore called bandstand, was the home of Shahrukh khan, a great bollywood star of all times. it was so huge and magnificient, i had  difficulty in taking my eyes off it.as i sat there to give some rest to my feet, something caught my attention, people were dying to take a pic of themselves with the name-plate of his house. this was really an incredible sight to me. but well, in a country which can worship anything from nirmal baba to asharaam bapoo, how can i not see it happening. i imagined him sitting on the top floor. sipping coffee, looking at the horizon, enjoying peace of his world, while the people of other world  finding their moments in the name plate of his house. incredible.

the house of shahrukh khan. and the rest of us.

             anyways, i stayed at a friend's for the night, and set off to my tour in the morning, although after a great breakfast i must say. i was falling in love with the city with every mile i walked, with every next local i took. so fast, so exasperated. yet peace was distributed in small packets in all directions, in all
dimensions, for the people who know how to take a sip. mumbai, a great museum for rag-to-rich journeys, also has a great filter. for the kings, its the heaven; for  losers, its nothing more than a place where they have to struggle continuously to live. anyways, after roaming around near marine drive and taaj, i took a small tour
of a part of the city via taxi, i caught the midnight train back home, safe and, awesome :)
             a story is in the pipeline. keep checking ;)

the queen's necklace!