Mumbaikars Rude? $@#&

MUMBAI is the rudest city in the world as per the survey conducted by the Reader’s Digest across 35 cities round the globe. What the hell…Mumbai and rude??? How do you define offensive, discourteous manners? Opening doors for guests, picking up papers, thanking and apologizing for every petty thing…Are these the sole parameters to measure the so called “polite” factor??

Yes, it is true that people here mind their own business. Poking nose in others affairs is considered an offence here, but this is often misinterpreted as being rude. With the insurmountable stress, you cannot expect people to be gracious consistently. Don’t you think the parameters on which a city is to be graded as rude or polite should be a bit mature?

The city is considered to be the safest city for women. This is because people here have
the right attitude towards women and appreciate her job responsibilities which requires her to stay outside even till late hours. People from nook and corners of our country carve a niche for themselves in this city which welcomes everyone with a big heart. If not for the city’s polite attitude, it would have been impossible for people from varied culture, traditions to live in harmony.

Every city has its own charm and Mumbai is no exceptions. The typical bambaiya dialect depicts our “take it easy” outlook towards life. Just because we don’t say “aap” while addressing people doesn’t mean we are rude.

How could we forget the recent “26th July” catastrophe? Without the timely help of the good Samaritans how could have Mumbai reeled out of this calamity?

C’mon guys, I don’t think Mumbai is rude…Do You???

Observing People

Yesterday I happened to travel alone, while coming back home from classes. The bus was heavily crammed. Fortunately I got some room to balance myself against the bumpy roads, thanks to the recent downpour. I slowly relaxed resting my weight against the taut support of the pole. I kind of loved this position as it gave me the liberty to do what I enjoy doing, scrutinize people. Though it is discourteous to stare at people, I managed to do it somehow. This time my eyes were stuck on two women, sitting rite in front of me. Contrasting personalities they were indeed!

The woman occupying the window seat appeared to belong from the laborer class. Her dark dehydrated skin spelled the effects of the scorching sun she slogged under. Her craggy wrinkled face spoke about the adversities she had overcome. Her deep brown eyes depicted her dream to secure her kid’s future and confidence to accomplish her aspirations. The crease on her temples revealed the heavy burden of loans she carried on her fragile shoulders. The bright crimson kum-kum on her partially silvered locks showed the love and devotion she still had for her drunkard husband. Inspite of her distressing plight, she had a calm cherubic aura around her. She seemed to enjoy the cool breeze grazing her cheeks. She had learnt to enjoy life come what may.

Now my focus shifted on the lady sitting right beside her. Elegantly dressed, soft blue eyes, fair satin smooth skin, rosy pink cheeks, she posed a pleasant picture. Her slender manicured hands were adorned with dozens of bright green bangles; I suppose she was newly married. Her beautiful almond shaped eyes twinkled every time she bashfully smiled at her hubby. They revealed her dreams of a lovely happy family.

If you observe, both the women had some or other dream to have a happy future ahead. Life is all about dreams and aspirations and working towards them. So dream fearlessly...let your dreams touch the sky and stars!!!

Do we have time to stand and stare?

Have you ever gazed the magnificent sky above? Where is the time...would be your answer!! But do try it once and you would agree...It is indeed a priceless beauty!

The dawn breaks and the golden sky look so cherubic with the rising sun imparting a blushing hue. It looks just like an artist's modern art with rich colors splashed all over. The tiny docile birds soaring across the blue look as if they are ready to triumph over the bravura. The snow white clouds hovering above create an illusion of the snow-world. How I wish, I could reach out and feel the texture just to know whether it was satin smooth or velvet pliable!

The dusk sinks in and the bashful sun repeats the shimmering effect. The pale moon rises across the horizon ready to begin its night life. The glittering multitude of stars appear like precious diamonds dangling in void...breathtakingly beautiful.The slowly swaying pine trees and the wish-wosh murmur of the waves adds to the tranquility.How can you afford to miss this!!!!

My Indian Woman

Smartly clad in lemon yellow kurti and subtle blue jeans,
Kicking away the hurdles and accomplishing her goals by all means,
There goes my Indian woman;

Ready to confront the challenges that every dawn brings along,
Firmly rooting her name in this man’s world, she walks with her heart singing a song,
There goes my Indian woman;

Beautiful she is, angelic kohl-lined eyes, articulately chiseled face,
Delicately sculpted figure and attitude to match the pace,
Every man’s dream woman she is!
There goes my Indian woman;

Auto rickshaws to space crafts, managing house to ruling country,
Local sports to Olympic, fighting with her husband to fighting for the country,
She does it all with elegance,
There goes my Indian woman;

Modesty unlimited, humility unlimited,
Patience unlimited, love unlimited,
She rows her boat through deadliest hurricanes, smiling through her tears,
Gosh…I wonder is she for real!!
There goes my Indian woman.

Simple Pleasures Of Life

The blazing red tentacles of the morning sun spread across the crimson sky,
Or the delicate little butterfly which seems just out of dye;

Long green leaves basking the glory of the pearly dews,
Or the soothing calm breeze grazing tender cheeks blew;

Whispering sweet nothings while cuddling up in soft cushions with him,
Or getting elated over a surprise candle-light dinner with all lights dim;

Rains pounding on the roof-tops with a cup of hot chocolate coffee,
Or the smile brightening your kid bro’s face when u hand him his favorite toffee;

The moment eyes gets filled with tears after a big laugh,
Or digging the scoops of heavenly tender coconut breaking it in half;

Feeling on the top of world when your crush gives that very occasional endearing smile,
Or driving on a calm road with your sweet heart for a mile;

Gobbling up hot vada-pavs with spicy mint chutney and tangy panipuri balls,
Or eyeing greedily at the Brijwasi parathas and mouthwatering falooda at the C1 mall;

Dancing as if there is no tomorrow on the Horizon night,
Or hanging out with friends to discuss nation’s latest plight;

Let our feet get buried under encroaching waves and warm sand,
Or imagining a day with some hottie at a desolated island;

Sinking in mom’s lap and soaking out all stress,
Or buying lovely flower strings for your sis’s long tress;

Getting hug from someone you love and care the most,
Or anticipating the school reunion to meet your long-lost dost;

Gazing at the star-studded night and look forward to see a shooting star to make a wish,
Or feeling blissfully sublime when mom plants on your cheeks a goodnight kiss.