Life in mayanagri

Was sipping my morning tea and reading the newspaper that is when i couldn't help but pen down my feelings on the most hi profile suicide case of the week, an ex miss Mauritius and a famous ramp walker gave up and succumbed to the mounting pressures of her life.
Just a few months back i wrote an article on Mayanagri, a city full of life & exuberance, a city that never sleeps but today i want to write on another aspect of this city which is hideous and dark called loneliness. A term which is not alien to anyone living in Mayanagri some point or another each one would’ve experienced it. Some were lucky to come out of it and others just succumbed to it.
One ting which people here can’t offer you is their TIME rest all is accessible .You may be in a crowd of people showing off your happy side but when you come back to your multi storey apartment their is no one to greet you or feel happy that you are back...Its absolute eerie silence which at times is obnoxious.
Today we the youth have got great ambitions , fancy cars, humungous lifestyle and can afford to own or lease a fancy apartment as we value our independence but what it is like coming back to an empty house. This city gives you riches, fame, glamour but it lacks warmth and the people here are always falling short of time. Solitude is one killer which has driven many geniuses to insanity and we all are vulnerable at some point or another.
It’s fun to be staying all by yourself proving to the world how complete & independent you are but the initial euphoria of loving your independence, doing your own thing, lack of interference, living on your own terms, calling your shots in the day today activities...one does feel powerful and like a free bird but this euphoria only lasts for a while.
Initially you would love to cook your fav dishes, do up the house, call in friends, etc etc but the sheen goes away sooner than you could fathom and then u come back to empty walls .All the glitter and razzmatazz goes away when cooking isn’t just for pleasure its a daily chore to keep your belly full and your heart kicking. As you’ve just moved in to a phase where you get pangs of solitude , friends become busier than you ever expected them to be, tired of ordering a domino’s pizza , tv sounds boring with the same stupid soaps or breaking news...
That’s the most vulnerable phase in anyone’s life and if that phase is topped up with financial or personal turmoil then you’ve had it.
But then the good part is there is HOPE & LIFE.....
Like i always say ‘Life is always transient ‘nothing is permanent, the initial euphoria goes away likewise the solitude may also not last only if you are strong enough to overcome it and come out of it as a fighter.
We do get vulnerable at times, our lives are hectic, pressure is the “word” of the day , relationships are fragile, office environment is extremely competitive & challenging. Each one is fighting his or her own battle, some with a smile and others being run down.
You smile or fret is your choice as the challenges will never vanish they will keep coming back in stranger ways and one needs to have a fighting spirit, an attitude to never give up and above all a sense of appreciation to the nature and god. It’s only when we take too much on our plate that we succumb. Why do people forget there is a supreme power that created all of us and will manage all. He always has a plan for each one of us and there is a bigger reason for us to have taken birth on planet earth. Have faith in him and count your blessings!
I end this journal by saying
• Cherish your family & friends as you never know when they are gone forever
• Have a sense of appreciation for whatever little has given you may be you are better than a million others.
• Be healthy physically, emotionally and spiritually
• Love Life, Love yourself as you have just one life so ‘LIVE IT”

Maya nagri

Yeh to Bombai shahar hai to dekh babbua...grew up listening to this song and didn't know what it means until i came here. Bombay was always full of mystery and razzmatazz for me , all i knew was the marine drive where i could sit for hours all together watching the sun go down.

It is indeed a mayanagri, hur taraf log hi log hai...bheed mein shayad kuch chere gum bhi jate hain.TIME is one thing which no one has and everyone yearns for.Education level is quite high by education i don't just mean the literacy level i mean the way people conduct themselves and the social mannerism's. Till today you see people standing in a q for bus & auto and i rarely come across anyone trying to break it.Life is fast and difficult too, the power showoff does not work here as it works in North.

People from the financial markets tell me life is tough here, deadlines are strict and at times unrealistic and pressure is the buzz word at times artificially created. It scares me , it really does.

Till now an aloof still figuring out the place , the people, the language, the routes and the food.It will take sometime , one thing i have realized is one has to learn Marathi to be able to survive here,.. as the day to day interactions with the maids, auto wallas, shopkeepers etc is vernacular.

Till now i am neutral to this city and there are many a times when i miss saddi delli ,especially the food .Oh so delicious & mouth watering and i miss my people around.

I am a stranger in this strange city,in between strange people,wandering in strange aisles,in search if strange ambitions,leading a strange life.