Life In The Fast Lane
Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
The gateway to Mumbai says, Come in, be yourself, make a home for yourself here and become a part of me. At least it used to. Before the anti-outsider sentiments, the religious fundamentalists and the terrorists made their presence felt. I wonder if the gate opens only to the West…
Today’s short story is about the power of lines – physical and intangible. The prompt was a famous Bollywood dialogue, which also appears in the story.
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
We buy into the myth of the cold cruelty of cities. Yet, we only find our loves & friendships in strangers.
Friendship is a DIY kind of relationship that you can tailor to your needs, your personality and the other’s.
Life with youis like being on a merry-go-round, she says.But, he asks, did you see the view?Yes, she says, on our next upswing.
ah Mars,is it? 🙂
@ Shreyasi: I didn’t even know it was a song! 😛 I’ve been orbitting Mars over the weekend…crash-landed so just coming back to my senses. Will call u in the week.
Love that song and loved your old poetry too…where have you been?