Bombay meri jaan

i am sure this is what all us bombayites feel.. so far away from home, trying to carve a niche in some alien country. Bombay, waking up with the tweetering of sparrows and cawing of crows... suprprisingly i miss the crows. i never thought i would, them being so absolutely filthy, with a piece of some dead creature in their mouth perched on your window sill and cawing away. but i do miss them. i miss everything that is bombay right down to the smells. the first thing you notice when you deboard the flight at the international airport is the smell, hitting you hard and letting you know that you're home. i miss the crisp mornings where you felt like waking up and doing something with your day, the salty air at juhu beach and queen's necklace at marine drive; the trains packed to more than 10 times their capacity, the stench of dead fish in the 2nd class compartments... i miss all of that. the eunuchs at the traffic lights and juhu beach and the look on my mother's face when she saw them coming. hehe. my mother was never scared of anything but was absolutely terrified of them :D... getting wet in the rain :) tea at the stalls... roadside dosas and pani puris....mmmmmmm...... no sense of organized traffic.... absolute chaos and engulfed in all that- home sweet home.

"shola hai, ya hai bijuria
dil ki bajaria- bumbai nagaria"