Ammchi Mumbai
02.01.23
They say "Bombay swapno ka nagri, Iha par Aamir fakir baan jate hein,aur fakir Aamir".(Mumbai is a city of dreams,the rich becomes poor and the poor becomes rich".
So, when I got selected for a training workshop on Cytogenomics at ICMR,Mumbai amongst 100 of candidates,i didn't think twice before accepting it,even if that meant monetary loss of livelihood for me.
The coming was a bit emotional leaving 2 kids and a lovely wife behind. A honeymoon couple on the next seat in the plane meant no sleep at night.
When I landed at the Chattrapati Shivaji Terminal Airport,it was pitch dark. At first,i thought about booking an Uber to the place of my stay(Nestle Apartment),but then i thought why not explore the city while it's asleep.
But Bombay never sleeps....from the wonderful BEST conductor who dropped me near Ville Parle station,to the Newspaper man who guided me to the train station,to the morning walkers,the daily wagers....the city is awake always. The train was not completely empty,and i walked from the station through shadey alleys to my place of stay.A curious graffiti in a shadey alley
Mumbai has made a truce between it's past and future. The place where I am staying used to be a mill once with chawls and cotton mills. But sadly the mills do not exist,neither the chawls(although a few do actually). But tall skyscrapers with IT and finance companies with their suited booted corporate culture thrive here now. But Mumbai has not forgotten it's past....they have not renamed the place,you can still find the places Kamala Mill( a corporate office complex), Dhan mill, Century Mill still existing here,if not by physical presence but only by their names.
The view from the guest house is awesome. Tall towers with blinking lights.....and the mornings is awakened by the call of the birds.
So much till now.....will write again if find something interesting.
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