5.

27 06 2012

It’s 5 am. For any other civilisation it’s probably one of those hours that passes by when you’re asleep and you never realise. For some of us Bombayites, its time to get up and running.

The city is so bright it feels like it’s 9pm. The only giveaway is the roads. The empty roads running through the city, passing cars like blood. There are women walking these streets, alone, confident. If not anything, this city does ensure safety even when enveloped in chaos. There are houses waking up for another day of madness, prepared and strong. There are buses, with free seats yet lined with men and women.

Rickshaws are being called for, horns are being blown, buses are being waited for, trains are being boarded, because Bombay never sleeps. Bombay is incapable of falling asleep.

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It’s Raining, It’s Pouring!

7 06 2012

The monsoons have finally set foot in Bombay. Three months of grime, heat, sweat and dehydration have eventually led us to the months where it rains uncontrollably. Temperatures will drop, the wind will finally feel nice and patches of grass will now begin to emerge.

The rains are welcomed differently by everyone. One can find children dancing about in the street not bothering about the consequences. There are adults, who will stand by their windows, just to get a little splash of water on their faces. There are people who will run to the nearest shelter, no matter how full it already is just to prevent their 20K phone or leather handbag. There are those, who sit in their comfortable cars, splashing water on the exposed rickshaw drivers who can’t retaliate.

As the rains come, Bombay undergoes a sudden change in the way she functions. The protective plastic is brought out by the street vendors to protect their goods, cries of “Chaata le lo!” fill the streets, the rickshaw drivers install their makeshift ‘protective curtains’ but life still continues in the same fashion. We’re Bombayites, not working for a single day is more of a sin than adultery here.

Personally, I really don’t like the rain. The post-rain weather may be brilliant, but I’m one of those many who are constantly moving around the city, hanging off overcrowded public transport and all. So yeah, the rain doesn’t do any good for me. It does good for the government, who simply won’t sweep the streets. Then again it brings the floods, because we’re incapable of building our own drainage system and rely on the British one. The people in the train are wet, so there’s no point in trying to keep yourself dry anyway.

Let the rain gods have their moment. Everyone has theirs.





Here I Am.

31 05 2012

I’m finally back from my Switzerland tour, and I must say, my arrival here hasn’t been the best. After living in the most beautiful country I’ve ever seen, I come back to a smouldering, dusty, noisy and disorganised Bombay.

The good part about being back here is the fact that I’m finally moving into my graduation college! Although it may sound like just another step forward, the fact that I can finally start doing subjects I like makes me feel happy and mature, a tad bit.

So yes, Switzerland. For those of you who haven’t been there, it’s one of those places you should visit before you die. The people are amazing, the food is delicious and so are the women. Okay, too much. Umm.

The country is really expensive though, especially since our currency has simply decided to nose dive into some abyss. But once you stop converting it to Rupees, shopping is easier.

What I realised is, I could never live in a foreign country again. It’s too alien. At the end of the day the white supremacy exists and you’re just a minority. In india, everyone’s brown, you can do what you want because it’s your country. In a white country, browns are looked down upon anyway.

Also, I scored an 84 percent in my Humanities boards. Yes, I’m far from modest.





Here I Am.

31 05 2012

I’m finally back from my Switzerland tour, and I must say, my arrival here hasn’t been the best. After living in the most beautiful country I’ve ever seen, I come back to a smouldering, dusty, noisy and disorganised Bombay.

The good part about being back here is the fact that I’m finally moving into my graduation college! Although it may sound like just another step forward, the fact that I can finally start doing subjects I like makes me feel happy and mature, a tad bit.

So yes, Switzerland. For those of you who haven’t been there, it’s one of those places you should visit before you die. The people are amazing, the food is delicious and so are the women. Okay, too much. Umm.

The country is really expensive though, especially since our currency has simply decided to nose dive into some abyss. But once you stop converting it to Rupees, shopping is easier.

What I realised is, I could never live in a foreign country again. It’s too alien. At the end of the day the white supremacy exists and you’re just a minority. In india, everyone’s brown, you can do what you want because it’s your country. In a white country, browns are looked down upon anyway.

Also, I scored an 84 percent in my Humanities boards. Yes, I’m far from modest.





Haircuts.

18 05 2012

For every average guy, a haircut is one of the worst possible things that could happen to him. When women get haircuts its not even different. So yeah, I’m getting a haircut today and I’m not very excited about it.

Watching these brilliant locks of thick black hair fall onto that weird gown sort of thing never made me happy. My mother on the other hand loves to see me look like a huge five year old. The other thing I don’t like about haircuts is the fact that all these barbers try and make my hair all ‘fancy’ but cutting it in these odd hairstyles they’ve picked up from the streets. I cut my hair normally, which is quite disappointing for them. Since I’m this odd semi-firang, speaking Hindi is also an issue. And all these guys just keep talking in Hindi. And I’m like, “umm, Trim karo” in this awful semi-British accent of mine.

Haircuts are hard. I must go get one now.





This Post Is New.

14 05 2012

So, after my entrance and all the stress I’m finally free. I have practically nothing to do all day, which makes me feel unproductive. But I leave for Switzerland on Monday, so there’s a lot of packing and shizz. I’ve gotten into the habit of saying shizz. Which makes me feel stupid.

My schedule for today has been as follows:
1. Sleep.
2. Eat.
3. Play sims.
4. Eat.

As you can see, I’ve been highly productive today.

Moving on to more important things, the government has planned to block any items on the internet that could cause disharmony in the state. I fail to understand why we’re a democracy. I’ve always preferred other forms of governance. Oh wait. Will this cause disharmony in the state?

Also, what’s the last name of the British royal family?





Hey Ram(os)!

26 04 2012

Real Madrid vs Bayern Munich.

Santiago Bernabeu.

First 15 minutes of the match, brilliant. 2-0 lead. Everyone thought the game was ours. Madrid fans rejoiced all over the world, it seemed like perfect way to go. Minute 27, Penalty.

I still had hope, we just needed a single goal to get done with this and move onto the finals. Chances were made, shots were blocked, and eventually with a lot of bookings and no goals, we reached extra time.

The Germans are known for their penalty shoot outs and how they’re simply unbeatable. But we have Iker Casillas. Saint Iker. One of the reason I started supporting this team. He lets two through, and we’re devastated. Everything is going wrong. It’s a score all save all scenario now. Ronaldo’s missed, Kaka decides to recreate what Ronaldo did. Same shot, sae save.

Alonso comes, brilliant shot, scores. The next guy from Bayern comes, misses. Hope, again. Then we have Sergio Ramos. In my opinion Ramos was doing weed before he took the penalty. Which is why he seemed to have seen a goal above the actual goal, and shot there.

And that’s how we were knocked out.

Yes, I’m this devastated.