I need a Brolly to cover whole Mumbai
Reporting live from this nasty room..Fetid smell wafting from the leftover food items and all those puffed cigarette butts.. If these four wall had any vocal cord they would have been yelling.*guys clean this room and get me some room freshener*.Sitting on the parapet and sipping a scalding nice cup of tea. It’s a lazy morning and got nothing productive to do rather than the daily grouses and whining to the matters which I can’t help it out..After a long time i felt like typing something .But whenever i face this writer`s block. i am dumbstruck. My brains cell doesn’t kick. Am at a dearth of words, feelings or emotions or any god darn things that can help me being a gusher and helps in proper channelling of emotions..Anyway what to write today .let make it more of a typecast complaining post
Description about the climate –(it’s not like one you hear when you stream down your idiot box and those lady broadcast ~aaj ka tampman hai ~).its live from my window as i perch by the window frame.
The azure blue sky is nebulous and can stream down rain at any moment. From the day i have stepped in Mumbai. the things i have done about the season so far is cussing it. Grouching about the rains. putting status updates on facebook.
-`sun please shine today. All is forgiven. Please dry up my shoes` ..And like ` see god what a mess you made~ and many more which i can’t remember even.
I know there is no use of telling God about it. Seems varun devtta (rain god i guess) is teaching other God abode some serious fluid dynamics and entropy caused by it to the habitat ant of earth .but seriously we don’t it need...see what a mess you made really .
The sky is crepuscular all the time in Mumbai .A total proportion clubbed with all the ingredients to make this soothe day into a messy one..i have never been a fan of rains. Most annoying season to me. you cant change cloths much. You have to always worry about the trouser that got wet. What am i going to wear tomorrow? In case you have only Three pairs of jeans like me.i can remember what my Mum used to say when i was in School . ~Baba besi kapur letra nohoribi,jangar bortor~. Rains are rains.
Mumbai rains are no exception .to be honest they are the worst .To sings Mumbai blues or not. I don’t know. My head doesn’t seem to rhyme with any of the climate of Mumbai so far..Slowly this Mumbai things is encapsulating me .A quintessential Mumbai will be incomplete without this stupid rains. From vada-pav to the panoramic view of marine lines .from filthy roads of dadar to posh and hodgepodge skylines. Though am not new to Mumbai. I have been to Mumbai many times before too. All systematically juxtaposing to give a beguile Mumbai. Sometime or most of the time this stampeding locals and the over crowed public in wee hours drives me batty. Everybody is in rush. As if all are constipated and need to answer it.i cant be sceptical all the time or most of the time.
How to integrate my one month stay in Mumbai –
1) Took admission in ICT Mumbai after a long and gruelling and painstaking session of written exams and interview. At one point i felt like i won’t be getting my balls to ICT.but i got it. Unfortunately couldn’t fit myself with a hostel. It was a conspiracy.. conspiracy conspiracy conspiracy conspiracy conspiracy!!!.i knew it.. God played a dismal game with me again.he wanted by soul to suffer by making me in these locals. A cuss in disguise. My life was always a shit and god i think i don’t need it anymore..i was mad i shouted and cussed to the sky but its fucking empty..Blessed am that i got good friends here in Mumbai ..sonu ,ridipda and seemant da.. who sheltered me else i would have been rendered homeless. they supported me in my darkest hour . and i will always be grateful to them. Always there for me. Right now am dwelling in their flat only. Its 1 bhk and too spacious for me..we got a idiot box which never fails to lure me with this reality shows and those serial ~india got talent` (seemanta da fav).i had never seen emotional atyachyar ,always had a nip of curiosity about it. And it’s a cool show. The most good part of this show is the slap that the girl/boy deliver to their partners at the end.. just luuuvw it..* slapping echoes* just fun ..and most of the serial . most of the time i just slumped back to a filthy and uneven bedding that we got in the tv room ..its so uneven that you can even mould yourself accordingly to it..its so uneven and ragged. Some how manageable to sit and loll.* compare it with the song where manishala korila and boddy doel dances like monkey in that scorching heat in that sand dunes ..take a one meter square for comparasion *.
2) How days have been so far like one month of stay in Mumbai .how it have been ?? i hate Mumbai. Mumbai = doomed by the god of Rains. I think God is listening to Iron Maiden Rainmaker in a loop (or have raped his forward button by pressing it again and again. in case he got an mp3 player)and making the mortal to feel the wrath of water rains .everyday it rains . And the plight is my innocent and water phobic sandals and shoes which are new to this city and not even well acquainted with the season and roads are suffering badly. But this is understandable between this sweet dumpees and me. The climate will never let them dry up.i can feel their sobbing when i wear them. at one point i feel like i have to wear this soggy footwear till summers. Rains have never been a darling friend to me . Am water intolerant person and always will be. Guwahati rains got some brains and manners unlike this urban idiosyncratic Mumbai ones. They won’t pour when you need to go to school,collage and office. They are so humble that they can wait for one guy even who is left or is late. And afterwards it rains for the public. I never remember carrying a umbrella in Guwahati or either repented not for carrying one. Mumbai rains are too annoying and behave like brat kids who really need some spankings. While in Guwahati to gybe from Point A to Point B its either a fast or quick run or else dropping the idea. My life was well in Guwahati. Mumbai rains are moron. Cats and dogs is an apt word to define it idiocy. Till now i couldn’t understand from where he gets so many cats and dogs. To kick this cats and dogs i got a shield now. I got Mr Umbrella. Though i haven’t coined any special name for it. Unlike i do for all my stuffs.. like i have a blanket which is known to all my dear friend and family as Rashtrapati ka kambal. Why?? this blanket bagged an award from the president and that they reason i was tempted to buy it from delhi from yesteryear 2006. Its still alive and kicking. I use it everyday. One of my personal favourite. And among others i got few fav pens. One from Japan which got pencil plus two changeable refill of black and blue. And two parkers using since class 8 gifted to me by Bulu and Minu. Though i don’t use them anymore, albeit i was using them till last year. I didn’t name them. Anyway talking about Mr Umbrella. I say i didn’t buy actually i earned it. After an aftermath .yeah i was totally drenched,resulting - buying them. i was stuck in collage and there was no sign that it would stop in any case .i was alone strolling in the college entrance and all my batch mate have already gone. A typical Mumbaikar will have – a daily local pass or a bus pass, umbrella for this season and a mobile whose ear phone are always plugged to their ears. Ms/Mr Umbrella holds a great importance in every mumbaikar life. During rainy season it seems as an protruded body organs. The diameter depends upon the physical geometry of the beholder. And umbrella design varies to from uhhh urban to villager one type.. Few umbrella -all embellished with pearls even . lol lots of question churn inside my head..Pearl adorned to what?? Female choices will drive me catatonic oneday. They got butterfly design in their foot ware god. And some brolly are damn big like those use by the frooti companies or cold drink company for marketing..More of a cafeteria parasol. But those are good .the inside dia is big and you can use it to escort others too .. The whole city is lashed with diff type of umbrella.. From flowers printed to drab blacked one. And my Mr Umbrella is a bit dandy. I will upload it for better visualisation and understanding. Lets image speak louder than words. From where i got that one?
I went to matunga road and delve for a brolly (small and cheap) .small so that it can fit into my satchel and cheap why?? why to spend much on such a stupid thing. But to my dismay all were expensive. After lot of groping in other stores to save few bucks i was lost in the labyrinth of cheap maths. Actually which stores got the cheapest one. I guess the first store got those .i searched again for my precious even though it came with a price tag of 325.i kept an stone on my heart and paid that. I got the bill and i was all ready to use it. I took my hand bag and opened it. Though there was a button, while pressed should technically open the iron or what metal spoke more of fangs. But it didn’t. i use my hand (though the guard too assisted me )and moved the guiding part to which whole irons spoke were fitted.. i used to shelter myself at last though i was totally drenched. There was no point of holding it as i was all drench. I can’t get wet when i reached the pinnacle . i reached the beauty of wetness. Like you cant over dry a cloth which is dried. With it i reached Matunga Central station and now i was dumbstruck how to close it. I was really clueless. To at one point i thought will it be crappy dilapitated umbrella when closed.after wasting like 3mins of my life i found that button .actually it was hided underneath a movable handle.uff how come the product designers have a knack to design such complicacy . pheww!! Now Mr Umbrella could be tucked inside a poylbag.i jerked it and did that. Man i swear Mohendra dutta Umbrella are more better. Click and close type. Mohendra Dutta for Assam is what Bata is to whole India. Old people form Assam still think Bata is the only company that makes footwear and Mohendra Dutta is the only umbrella manufacturing company. People (old generation) from Assam can’t even that there can be other brands of umbrella .even i was like that :P
We got like four Mohendra dutta umbrella. like a old faithful dog still serving us. With little bit of yearly repairment.
But the umbrella that i got in Mumbai is` Happy`(company name). Happy Umbrella itself is an oxymoron word for me.. How rains umbrella happy can go in one spectrum..All are so different feeling..rains and umbrella i can understand. But happy and rains?? Maybe i will happy when i get someone to accompany underneath it. Not a chubby female though else i will be like happily depressed .ahh i can now picture myself in sepia flashback and this is where i replaced raj kumar in that song*pyaar huwa ikrara huwa,pyarr se kiyo darta ha dil* All akin to Barsaat love story.
*glass shatters * o ok I’m all awake. With squinted eyes though.
Nevermind after one hour of train journey i was back home with my ultra-urban
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