From Kurla to Kuala (lumpur)

Hi again....have been quiet for a while now. I thought its a good time to start again. From the topic itself you may be thinking that, here we go..one more person trying to compare mumbai and KL....:))). Well not so this time.

It all started almost 4  back at Kurla station, where me and my bunch of roommates used to stay. It was a crowded, messy, chaotic but lovable station. Even though I have lost 4 mobile phones there, still I love the samosas there... And now 4 years later, I am in Kuala Lumpur....and yes the samosas here taste the same. The one aspect that i enjoyed here is going to the Petronas Twin Towers and buying milk from there.. Yes I was staying so close to it... Sometimes i just feel bad for the architects César Pelli and Djay Cerico when I say that I get my groceries from there... I guess its the dark comedian in me who makes such mocking jokes sometimes. :))

Point that I am making here is no matter if its Kurla or Kuala, one thing that you would always crave for your loved ones to be around, Your spouse, your friends, your chai wala and yes your barber. Sometimes life doesn't give you all you want, but it doesn't also take all you have..

Till the next time...

The Power of Red Light

Now don't get me wrong, I am talking about the Red Light on top of a vehicle and not what we refer to as GJ, GB, SonaK, BPeth... It was 6:30 Pm and I was on my way to home sweet home from Kalina. Suddenly what I see is a mile long traffic jam near the Mumbai Airport. No one had a clue as to why we are stranded in the middle of the road. Cops were asking everyone to stop including an Ambulance, the noise of which was getting on to everyone's never. Can you guess what was the problem. A minister was late to the airport. Can you beat this. Common man was asked to wait so that a minister can catch his flight. The same minister who was elected by us. All we could see is a convoy where every car had a red light.. I always thought a red light is a sign that we should stop and not hurry. Guess i was wrong.

We all waited for an hour on the road to see our beloved minister go past us and we could do nothing. All I could say is its time that I fix a flag and a red light on my bike as well. :))))

 " Absolute power corrupts absolutely". 

Till the next time................