City of dreams

Hellooo Mumbaiii !

Most cliches as so perfect, they do justice to a situation almost everytime they're used. One such cliche is that of calling Mumbai the city of dreams. It's not just the poor men from Bihar or the aspiring actors/directors that come here with dreams. I'm here with one too- of being an independent, strong girl. It's my new year's resolution- to survive, correction LIVE, in Bombay. Because if I can do that to the T, I can survive anywhere. Well, almost. I won't really know that for sure unless I get to another place. At least I'll feel like that.

But one day in the city and these are some of the things I have noticed/felt:

I love Parsis. Not that I know much about them, though. They just seem like a very endearing community. A little cranky sometimes, perhaps, but so "parsi" in the way they are and in the way they dress. And you see so many of them in Bombay.

A vada pav vala stands at every corner. Local trains are quite literally the wheels of the city. The massive population. Neta-topi donning "dabbawallas". Yes, all those typical "hindi-movie-cliche depictions.

People are a little non-chalant. Will respond well if you ask for help.

The city is expensive but it has its ways to live cheap. Hunt around for cheap food and cheap transport and you'll find plenty.

Wear what you want. No one cares. Much lesser starers than Calcutta/Bangalore. AWESOME.

The city should be called MYOBay. Mind Your Own Business ay! Cuz ppl let you be. And that makes you find yourself here. That's why it's called the city of dreams. It may fulfill the dream you came with, or not. But it'll definitely make you dream more dreams and find a way to fulfill them.