Mumbai Diaries
6 guys on a trip to Mumbai. Our plan was okayed by my mum barely one hour before we left by a volvo bus. While in the bus, we didn’t even have a faint idea which part of Mumbai we should land up in. It was a shot in the dark, literally, as we left at about 10 at night, and reached Mumbai at 7 in the morning.
Day One. First we went to Manasi’s place(barely 30 minute’s away from where the bus dropped us) to freshen up a little. Later we found a reasonably cheap hotel which was substantially dingy too. But when has dingyness and shabbyness mattered to tired bunch of 6 boys? We slept for a couple of hours, and then went out Mumbai trotting – Hanging Gardens in Malabar Hills, PDP, Chaupati(total masti), and then we saw Race till 2 at night. Oh, Insia and her sister Samina joined us in the middle, while Manasi came and went.
Now The Hitch. The hotel we rented was at … ahem … Grant Road. We didn’t know what that meant until Manasi’s parents heard the address and insisted HEAVILY that we don’t stay at the hotel, and instead stay at their place, Reason : Grant Road is the most infamous red-light area of Mumbai. Shocked, we agreed. Dingyness and shabbyness!
Water Kingdom! After staying overnight at Manasi’s place and doing some Holi rituals on saturday morning with Manasi’s Mum and friends, we left off for Water Kingdom; which was seriously F-U-N. Insia and Samina also joined us. I can go on and on about it. The best part of WK was the Rain Dance. Holi Hai!
B2Biz. We took the volvo back to Aurangabad the next morning, after a reckless wait for a train at Victoria Terminus. (ssshh…we slept in the waiting hall at VT!)
ps: A special thanks to Manasi and her parents for helping us so much. Luv ya.
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A piece out of the proteceted posts :
I have two beautiful philosophies which will always buoy me and clear my doubts. And they’re not plagiarised
1. We’re less than a speck of dust in the vastness of this universe. We’re nothing. We’re so small that we cannot do anything. Even all the people on earth put together do not as much as make one percent difference to the universe. But wait … there is something which gives our existense a whole new meaning … and that’s my second philosophy.
2. The human mind is here to cultivate and/or plunder knowledge. Nothing else. The best thing you can do with your filthy extremely-tiny brain is – gain knowledge.
Nothing should matter to me(except gaining knowledge).
Maybe i should read better philosophical books.
B2Biz
Gathering over. Professionally and personally, the last few days were a ride. While some of the stories that started recently are yet to meet their end, most of the hoopla has died down.
I feel phoenixed.
YUVA sizzles, JHOOM dazzles and me toh in hava!
After the Mr MGM debacle, life’s getting back to normal … and how! Our annual gathering is turning out to be an outstanding spectacle. What is more endearing is that we guys(Stalwarts) aren’t shying away in any way, contrary to what has been the custom. Nice nice.
‘Dazzlers’ is now called ‘Jhoom’
Our group ‘Jhoom’ gave its second official(and 2000th overall) performance today. Though we acted as fillers in the middle of a glitzy fashion show, that didn’t take away one bit of our sheen. We inserted one new song into our last performance which was during the Freshers. And this performance came after one hell of a day which included almost 6 CDs being made and then discarded, trotting around the city in hot sun and a lot of blood and sweat. Now i’m a happy man. Ooff…
ps: the renaming of the group was a result of serious repulsion that the word “Dazzlers” provided + our groups obsession with doing Jhoom Barabar Jhoom’s songs + the unprecedented recognition that our group’s getting.
o bich bajaari dange lag gaye, do talwaari akhiyon ke, makhana
o jaan kate ke jigar kate abb inn do dhaari akhiyon se, makhana
aaja chaandani kutenge, aasamaan ko lutenge – 2
chal dhuva udaake jhoom jhoom….
jhoom jhoom jhoom…..
yahi kahi shab kaatenge, chilam chataayi baatenge
chal dhuva udaake jhoom jhoom….
jhoom jhoom jhoom…..
maki ki roti gudh rakh ke, misri se mithe lab chakh ke
tandoor jalaake jhoom jhoom….
jhoom jhoom jhoom…..
udati udati ankhiyon ke, lad gaye penche lad gaye ve
?? lagaake ke jhoom jhoom jhoom
jhoom baraabar jhoom baraabar jhoom baraabar jhoom – 4
I’m proud of myself.
I’ll try to be as un-emotional while writing as i’m feeling right now.
Lost to a senior in Mr MGM contest, which concluded barely an hour ago. So, for a change, instead of partying around, i decided to cool off in a cafe. I guess, the truth that i’ve really lost a contest hasn’t sunk in completely. –Well, I gave my best.– and that’s what matters. I’m believing that i lost by a hair-breadth’s margin. The fact that i’m not giving excuses for my loss is what’s making me feel good. But then – feeling too good too often(that too when you’ve lost something) is bad.
In any case, i want to feel proud of myself.
