Oh Mumbai!....
So I’ve never ever really been to Mumbai, except for spend a few agonizing hours on the platform of some station (Kalyan, I think), waiting to catch the connecting train to
Goa, by the way, is the next place I hit after Mumbai…..whoo hoo!...but getting back to Mumbai, yes I know it’s pathetically sad, that I’ve seen nothing of it, but this is my chance right?....
I reach Dadar, late, but it’s the Indian Railways, what else can one expect?...
Cliff’s there to pick me up, after the usual, ‘how was the journey?’ and ‘did you get into any trouble?’….(me, get into trouble?...quite possible, yea.. ;) so, Dadar east, west?...who know’s?...I just try to make my way through the crowd, making sure my eyes always stay on Cliff..lest I lose sight of him, and get lost! It’s funny, how Mumbai can turn even a lazy ass, like my brother, into….well a “Mumbaikar” (for lack of a better word..and knowing that everyone will probably understand what I mean by the term)
I’m tempted to look at the chaos all around me. One of the platforms filled with atleast a 100 people waiting to catch the next ‘local’, scheduled to arrive in exactly 30 seconds, vendors, porters, and random people carrying on their day to day business. No one really takes note of you, (unless ofcourse, if you came dressed up as Big Bird) everyone’s too busy with their own lives.
So we plan to meet Charlene, a good friend, also studying in Mumbai, but way out in Nerul, New Mumbai, which she admitted is pretty boring, but she’s promised to show me a good time.
Trudy’s flown in all the way from
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