Sunday, August 29, 2010

Hello Bombay...

I was thinking of coming out with this, but couldn't find a suitable place to write...I am finally in Mumbai, or Bombay, as I still call it...


Flight was good, IndiGo service is kindof okay, and decently cheap. You normally pay more in Jet Airways, and they pay you back with additional unwanted excitement, like jumping out of the wing exit, without parachute when there is a fire in the engine. Nothing of that sort here...nice food, departure, arrival on time, (a rarity when you are coming to Bombay, cause of the bloody Air traffic!) The Trolley Dollys were babes, though I somehow found their head gears hilarious like Lady Gaga...


Got shifted to my new apartment. It's a difficult thing...for a bachelor like me...My office is near Mahalaxmi station, and I am staying near Haji Ali...so its a walking distance...can't dream of anything better for a start, can you?

For the journalist in me, entering into this corporate world of Public Relations is a bit jarring...like for a start, no Jeans...only formal wear...sarcasm is a strict no no (that was tough!), Meetings, and Brand Building, and Promotions...but frankly, when you get pretty good bunch of "Green Gandhi papers" in your pocket at the end of the month...all seems fine and feel good...plus I'll be allowed to continue with my Blogging, and freelancing Humour columns for Mags and Websites...so hopefully the journalist in me won't die...


I noticed that the footpaths were considerably clean and less shabby, which struck me, cause coming from Calcutta (or Kolkata) its a shocker, as anyone with a piece of plastic and rope can claim any footpath to be the property of their forefathers...but roads, lets not talk about 'em...I guess it's the same everywhere in India, except Nagpur and Chandigarh, though I've not been in either of the cities for a loooong time now, and you can't really expect to see any difference with the population that we are blessed with...


The cab drivers, expect you to sit beside them, if you are a single passenger...though they won't say anything if you don't...other than asking sardonically, "Naye ho kya?" (Are you new to this city?) Apparently we don't see that equality in Communist Calcutta...


This city is probably the only city which can actually boast of having a skyline...literally never sleeping...you can take a walk down with a girl by your side at 2 in the night, no one even bothers...you can't do that in Calcutta, no sensitive Bong is allowed to be out after 12. Can't do that in Madras (or Chennai), the guardians of society will take it upon themselves to safeguard your morality. Do that in New Delhi or any other Northern city, and the girl might get raped.

There's a Parsi apartment right next to my place...unbelievably pretty women, and Belgian glass works...

Day starts with rains. Raining Kutta-Billi here. Haji Ali and the Arabian sea looks a beauty...


Will come back with more on my Bombay life later, and the photos too...didn't tag anyone...if anyone identifies with this piece , they are welcome to tag themselves...


It's Bombay, baby...the city of dreams... :)