A
lot is said and written about ‘The city
that never sleeps’ but then unless you don’t live it each day by no means
you can fathom what this ‘Maximum city’
is all about. After relocating to this city, for months I went exploring
aimlessly. As I shoved my way across its streets and maddening crowd one thing
that struck me explicitly was the unremitting transformations in the character
and mood of the city. It almost felt like a fabric wherein its people, its suburban
railways, other form of private and public transport, its streets, its real
estate are intricately woven together to form a very complex labyrinth. At
times while crossing a shanty settlement by train or while passing by sky
kissing towers, this city seemed like a mystery to me. A mystery where in it
appeared as if the city is offering you it’s entire range of ingredients and it’s
left to us as how do we combine them, merge them and use them in a way best
suitable. As they say ‘mumbai main toh sab bhagte hi rehte hai’, may be this is
one of the reason. Everyone is occupied and running around to gather and bring together
‘their’ ingredients.
Amid these ingredients that this enormous city has to offer what captivates me the
most is its ever-changing mood. And few moods are such that they are not
visible upfront and one has to actually move out of their comfort zone to
experience them. Each morning when most of us are pushing ourselves out of the
bed there is a section of society who are keeping things ready for us -may it
be your dudhwala or the car cleaner or your puja flowers and newspaper delivery
guy. Such activities are innumerable and they silently and seamlessly take
place without we having even a hint of it. With this came the idea of ‘Mornings
of Mumbai’.
