Okay. I admit I swore to blog at least once a month but have been inconsistent. I guess it happens with every blogger. Established or like me- amateur bloggers. Reason: Net issues.
Yeah! I mean it. It was not the usual lack of time or the “writer’s block” criteria but rather I have a lot to say but I never had the reach to the outlet.
Today what I have to say is, um… where do I start? My Mumbai miss-adventures? I think I could do a series on that! (Inspired!) Or, the realisation that things you have been running from all your life is gonna hit you in the face? Or, how I have found the need to explain myself?
I think I’ll go for the last option. "Need to explain.”
Since my move to Mumbai, I haven’t felt so lost. I love the buzz. The energy and the history on my side of the city. The heart and the Germ of the city Bombay that became Mumbai. I like being a person from Bombay rather than Mumbai coz there is a world of difference. Yes, there is a difference of attitude, perception and class! I heart SoBo. (South Bombay)
Now, what is it that I don’t like? Well, the cost of living is a truth that is well documented. Hence, my saying that at the end of money, I have the month left isn’t a farce. I don’t cook anymore. Why? My house-mates. (Inspiration for another series!)
So, I have this quest of searching for cheap food places which please my Hyderabadi Appetite. This is of prime importance coz I’m living the life of a student. Budget cuts happen everyday! That’s no biggie. I have managed to find a few quaint place and “hole-in-the-wall” places which serve palatable food. The issue is company.
I am a person who lives off networking. I need to meet new people so that I know that there are people of all kinds. That motivates me to do better. That’s because people are either better or worse than you are at the moment and I am ambitious enough to want to out do them. I have friends (I think) from college. But, the whole week everyone is running around and weekends, the only time we all sleep like as if on tranquilisers. So, when the need to eat arises, I need friends in the near vicinity to accompany me. That way, great food, great company and cost cutting-achieved. I did meet a few people who lived just down the road and supposedly believed in the same idea-"Cheap food and great company on weekends save lives.” However, when I look for company, there isn’t any around. The friends from the road never show up! They take the phone number, promise to meet up, set up plans and once I land up at the place, they aren’t there.
People, I’m not looking for dates! I just want somebody to share the bill and talk to. And that too not about which assignment is due or, which lecturer needs to relax or, such stuff. I just wanna say, "The food is good! Dude! Let’s pig out everyday!" We all need friends. I need to make new friends but the people I meet are so wound up in the tiny worlds. Sometimes, I think even the houses here have more space than the minds. I don’t get it. Why make plans if you cannot stick to them? Why try being nice when you know you cannot be it. If people I meet are such losers, where is the passion to go wild and reckless? Where is the spirit of competition when you’re among those who are sore and bitter?
I need to find friends who help create a symbiotic nurturing of love, talent, wit and humour. Food and money is what we all as people of the rat race run after. But, hold onto the very things that makes us human and not Rats!
Yeah! I mean it. It was not the usual lack of time or the “writer’s block” criteria but rather I have a lot to say but I never had the reach to the outlet.
Today what I have to say is, um… where do I start? My Mumbai miss-adventures? I think I could do a series on that! (Inspired!) Or, the realisation that things you have been running from all your life is gonna hit you in the face? Or, how I have found the need to explain myself?
Since my move to Mumbai, I haven’t felt so lost. I love the buzz. The energy and the history on my side of the city. The heart and the Germ of the city Bombay that became Mumbai. I like being a person from Bombay rather than Mumbai coz there is a world of difference. Yes, there is a difference of attitude, perception and class! I heart SoBo. (South Bombay)
Now, what is it that I don’t like? Well, the cost of living is a truth that is well documented. Hence, my saying that at the end of money, I have the month left isn’t a farce. I don’t cook anymore. Why? My house-mates. (Inspiration for another series!)
So, I have this quest of searching for cheap food places which please my Hyderabadi Appetite. This is of prime importance coz I’m living the life of a student. Budget cuts happen everyday! That’s no biggie. I have managed to find a few quaint place and “hole-in-the-wall” places which serve palatable food. The issue is company.
People, I’m not looking for dates! I just want somebody to share the bill and talk to. And that too not about which assignment is due or, which lecturer needs to relax or, such stuff. I just wanna say, "The food is good! Dude! Let’s pig out everyday!" We all need friends. I need to make new friends but the people I meet are so wound up in the tiny worlds. Sometimes, I think even the houses here have more space than the minds. I don’t get it. Why make plans if you cannot stick to them? Why try being nice when you know you cannot be it. If people I meet are such losers, where is the passion to go wild and reckless? Where is the spirit of competition when you’re among those who are sore and bitter?
I need to find friends who help create a symbiotic nurturing of love, talent, wit and humour. Food and money is what we all as people of the rat race run after. But, hold onto the very things that makes us human and not Rats!
