Mumbai


Like a tsunami it hits you, catches you unawares. It breathes like a huge dinosaur. It has no time for Father Time, so much in a hurry it is. If on the one side you see muck and dirt then on the other side there is unimaginable wealth. It is a city of contrasts.



Life moves on because it has no other option. There is no standing still and admiring the landscape; even if you were to stand still, there is nothing to admire. The hoardings and the billboards give the Mumbai landscape an unusual appearance. One gets to see nothing.



But the city is indefatigable. It has tremendous energy. And it is contagious. Even the beggar at the street corner is busy. Despite the city crumbling under the sheer weight of the population that it supports; it still continues to attract. Like a giant magnet pulling iron pins and clips of all sizes.



It is one of the few cities of the world that has charisma. It is a pot of gold. It is a playground where all can play. It is a stage where anyone can take centre-stage. It is like the Pied Piper.



Dreams are realized more than broken here. Wealth is made more than lost here. It is a city of hope. It gives more than it takes. It throws up surprises but they are pleasant than nasty ones. It is a place where opportunities are manufactured.



If you fail everywhere, try your luck in Mumbai. You may get your share of rainbow there.





-          - NZ

23.12.2019

BN: 213












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