I celebrated my New Year in a bus while I was coming to
Mumbai to live my dream. This time I had clearly convinced myself that no
matter what happens at work, I will recollect my bones and get back up from the
dead. I’d over-confidently taken a local mobile number and a local train
monthly pass last time when I was in Mumbai, but that didn’t go well, although my
luck had a validity of 30 days. I’d lost my focus and almost wandered off-track
to settle into a premature tomb. Well, as they say, everything happens for a
reason and this was no accident either.
My New Year clinically began in Mumbai and it has been
great till date. Going back in time, one week ago, I’d come to Mumbai for an
interview and I somehow got selected. I was lucky enough to get a place to stay
which was just a mile away from my workplace. I was very happy about it because
I had a pathway of heaven laid ahead of me for breakfast every morning. I
almost ran out of options and ended up stuffing myself with a sample of
everything in the first week. I had no complaints with work whatsoever, but
making friends there was really a challenge for me. I was a grown-up rookie in
advertising and my team was filled with superstars. I didn’t feel bad that I’d
a pathetic proof-reading ability, but I felt really at ease with so many people
to correct me at every stage wherever I went wrong. The only problem was going
back home after work. I really didn’t have anything great to do apart from
sleeping and getting fresh. After a week or two, I was totally into writing
headlines, thinking copy, and dreaming ideas. Well, my PJ’s really helped me
make friends and in future they’ll surely help in making few bloodthirsty
enemies too.
I was super-excited that I was in Mumbai; every weekend
would be so great meeting friends, relatives, but I indeed was expecting too
much from too many of them. This is a very busy city that never sleeps and I
completely understand that everyone have their priorities set. I can still barge
in shamelessly anytime in anyone’s place, because I believe they won’t mind.
The only worry is whether I’ll find someone opening the door or will I find them
locked? It is rather too early to tell how good or bad the place and its people
are. I surely count myself as one among them, but will the city accept me as it
has accepted every other person who has come in with a dream to live his life?
The question still needs to be answered and only time will be able to give that
to me. Whether will I be able to survive the realities or I’ll have to make a
bigger space for my dreams and live with them all by myself? Until I get the
answers, I will live with the fact that I am not a perfect success hunting
creature, but rather a happiness hunting creature.
I’ve made few mistakes, but my close friend once said, ‘Mumbai mein rehna hai to kamina banna
padega. Yahan seedhe logon ko tedha karte hain, aur tedhe ko todte hain.’ I
will now try my best to be a proper ‘Mumbai
ka kamina’ and survive as long as I am let to live. The journey from a poet
to lover-boy was instant, but joker to kamina
will be very difficult one. Many friends have loved me, left me and I’ve
reciprocated too. Staying alone will never hurt me, missing my old friends
won’t bother me, losing the loved one’s doesn’t matter anymore, because what I
am today is the result of my reflection of emotions. The battle between the
right and the left hemisphere in my brain always ends abruptly. The wait for
the winner would definitely bring more pain to my already inflicted brain and I
am really not in a hurry for getting an inglorious haemorrhage anyway.
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