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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

MUMBAI MERI JAAN

Mumbai....
The word in itself holds a certain magic to it...
In just one single word...
The name Mumbai epitomises us Mumbaikers in whole...
A city of dreams...
The commercial hub of our country...
Mumbai is described in ten fold ways...
But looking at Mumbai through the eyes of a simple student...
All i can say is that...
MUMBAI IS MY HOME...
Mumbai is a city that never sleeps...
A city where the rich and the poor mingle together in symphony...
Where people throng the roads every single moment...
Where rush hour is common place...
Where the innessant honking of cars mix with the fumes of smoke...
Where people have a never say die spirit...
Where every great fall is endured...
Looked upon as just another hurdle of daily life...
Where resilence in the people outgrows all...
Mumbai...
Is one of the safest cities in the world...
Oh my God...
Did i just say "IS"...
Ooooh sorry...
Actually i meant "WAS"...
Mumbai was one of the safest cities in the world...
Where as a girl i could roam about the busy streets without a second thought...
Where life offered me endless oppurtunities and adventures...
Where travelling was a pain but still fun...
But then i am just reminiscing...
That is the Mumbai of the past...
Today Mumbai has become a city of danger...
Where unknown terrors lurk at every corner...
Where the once annoying crowds...
Now are a comfort to be around...
Where fame has pushed the city to all the front pages of the newspapers...
A fame which we all Mumbaikers want to shoo away...
Oneday it's the rains...
Then the next it's the riots...
And then again...
7/11...
The bomb blasts...
Another date in history that will remain etched forever in our minds...
And i wonder...
What has our city come too...
Today for us all residents of Mumbai...
Life is a daily struggle...
A stuggle to earn...
A stuggle to rise...
A struggle to live...
Today as a Mumbaiker...
You are either a SURVIVOR or a VICTIM...
And no i'm just not pointing to the blasts...
We have to survive the stiff competition in all fields...
Fight to get a decent place to live...
Survive the ever growing population...
And then again...
Survive the petty crimes...
The rage of nature...
The useless folly of unruly politicians...
And the heartless wrath of terrorists...
And my heart just breaks...
Is this the Mumbai i once knew...
The city where i grew up...
The city which coloured my childhood memories with pretty pictures...
Mumbai Meri Jaan...
More like...
Mumbai Meri Jaan Lene Pe Tuli Hui Hai...!!!!



1 Comments:

  • At 1:46 AM, Blogger Ankush said…

    Na re..mare tere dushman..

    Dum Spiro, Spero!

    Chao!

     

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