Summerz..thats it

Welcome back!

After 5 days of life as a summer intern, here I go.My first Summer post.Mumbai as I have understood in the past 5 days is big, long to be precise.Geography of this city is what I am still picking up, hope to do it by the end of summer, or my company will make me do that.

My 5 paisa gyaan on the Mumbai I saw, I feel, I smell…
The ubiqutous Black and Yellow Taxi Cabs, BEST Buses in Red and the local trains ….and the thousands of people moving in all possible directions….(Keeps wondering what would have happened to PAL if there were no taxis….a huge spare parts industry for PAL cars must be thriving ,just because of them.)
A city where half the population can in no way help you with directions, ‘coz they are as ignorant as you…they jus’ know how to go to their workplace and back!
At any given point of time, one can see 3-4 ppl spitting on the road, thats as far as the areas that I have been to.Roads are kore or less like spittoons.Travelling to and from work place takes half the energy and time of an average denizen.Mumbai is a place where socialism rules.Any one can survive in Mumbai.One big indicator being the availabilty and cost of food.The price range is vast. Its your take where to choose from.You have food available every where…u have Vada Pav, Pani Puri , and cone ice cream all around you..

Traffic most of the times moves at snail’s pace..or even slower..Walking on the roads without dashing into anyone is just not possible.This is a place where you can find any TG(Target Group).Jus to digress, TG is a word that I have been listening to like some mantra for the past one week.

Traveling in the second class in local trains is an ordeal by itself. Leave travelling, the “journey” starts from the queue to take tickets, the scuffle to enter the train fully or partially, the struggle to rest a bit,part or full of your butt onto a seat…or to be pushed to either sides by a wave of humanity that gets into the train and goes out…..It is not a joy ride in these trains…an amalgamation of stench emanating from human sweat,the rusting iron …a treat to the olfactory senses.

Another advantage is you need not walk on the foot overbridge, the wave will just sweep you to the platfrom you wish to….

I am still not able to figure out the logic of finding which station comes to your right and which one to the left, which appears to be very simple by the way people answer. To complicate things, there are 3 lines..western,central and harbour.
Having covered half of Western and parts of Central, its miles to go before I end this journey…

Too many things puzzling me….too many questions still unanswered…I am loving this city….

Love you Mumbai:-*

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