Millions go unnoticed like sand castles washed away at the beach, millions are attracted by the skyscrapers of Elphinstone, and millions are immortalized like the Elephanta-s. From Haji Ali to Siddhivinayak, from local trains to the Vada Pav, from the boulders of Bandstand to the sands of Juhu, from Mangeshkar to Tendulkar, from the Khans to the Bachchans, it is ‘Aamchi Mumbai’ all the way.
From the trawlers’ struggle for fresh catch to the country’s top CEO-s’ meetings, India’s business capital doesn’t seem to sleep. With fruit juice at Rs. 5 a glass outside railway stations, to Rs. 200 a cappuccino at the Trident, life in Mumbai sails smooth with all its diversity. The night remains young from DJ jamming sessions to ek chaalis ki last local.
It would sound very clichéd to call Mumbai the New York of India, but that is what describes this city of dreams the best. It depicts the place that is always up and about, a city with a spirit of gold and a determination to never say die, even in the wake of terrorist attacks and natural calamities.
Mumbaikars represent the true spirit of India as this city is a crucible of people from different religions, caste and communities. Representative of the “never say die” spirit, these people are full of life and vigour.
I agree that the city can be insensitive and it has many notorious examples of it. But more often than not, the city always rises above the situations and challenges like the megafloods of Mumbai. strangers serving tea to strangers stranded in the water, people supplying biscuits or fruits (whatever they could), volunteers who would go in the waist-deep waters and stand near pot-holes to warn others about the unknown danger are all now a part of the folklore.
Mumbai, thus is the definition of Urban India. Not meant for people who love the calm and peace of the countryside, it is however the best place to visit if one believes in living life to the fullest.
And as I conclude, Mumbai — the city of dreams, the city that never sleeps. In a constant run to chase life, Mumbai goes on uninterrupted 24*7. Mumbai is not frantic, it’s overwhelming. Or at least, it doesn’t have to be.The city has its own rhythm, which takes a little while to hear: it’s a complex but playful raga, a gliding, light-footed dance that all of Mumbai seems to know.
From the trawlers’ struggle for fresh catch to the country’s top CEO-s’ meetings, India’s business capital doesn’t seem to sleep. With fruit juice at Rs. 5 a glass outside railway stations, to Rs. 200 a cappuccino at the Trident, life in Mumbai sails smooth with all its diversity. The night remains young from DJ jamming sessions to ek chaalis ki last local.
It would sound very clichéd to call Mumbai the New York of India, but that is what describes this city of dreams the best. It depicts the place that is always up and about, a city with a spirit of gold and a determination to never say die, even in the wake of terrorist attacks and natural calamities.
Mumbaikars represent the true spirit of India as this city is a crucible of people from different religions, caste and communities. Representative of the “never say die” spirit, these people are full of life and vigour.
I agree that the city can be insensitive and it has many notorious examples of it. But more often than not, the city always rises above the situations and challenges like the megafloods of Mumbai. strangers serving tea to strangers stranded in the water, people supplying biscuits or fruits (whatever they could), volunteers who would go in the waist-deep waters and stand near pot-holes to warn others about the unknown danger are all now a part of the folklore.
Mumbai, thus is the definition of Urban India. Not meant for people who love the calm and peace of the countryside, it is however the best place to visit if one believes in living life to the fullest.
And as I conclude, Mumbai — the city of dreams, the city that never sleeps. In a constant run to chase life, Mumbai goes on uninterrupted 24*7. Mumbai is not frantic, it’s overwhelming. Or at least, it doesn’t have to be.The city has its own rhythm, which takes a little while to hear: it’s a complex but playful raga, a gliding, light-footed dance that all of Mumbai seems to know.
A blog that only a Mumbai lover or I shud call it a 'mumbaiyaa' can relate to 😎 great one once again !!!
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