Jay's oeuvre: welcome to mumbai : part I

welcome to mumbai : part I
Saturday, April 29, 2006

"maa kassam!! blade bhi rakhta hoon" (swear on my mom !! I keep blades too )

and then he started to thrash the gillete ready saver pack to the side fence of the railway bridge. I turned my head and walked away in the anticipation of something ominous.

I had barely walked 10 steps that I reached the end of the bridge and realised that this is the wrong end of the bridge.The thought of going to the other end and passing through the "danger zone" gave a hard on to the weakling within me.

(this was only the 2nd day of my office.. I had left the office early at around 7 pm today it was relatively hassle free journey from andheri to mumbai central.. however, it was not to remain so. I got down from the train and stepped towards the railway bridge. As I approached the bridge, I could listen to some noise and ppl screaming on the bridge. When I reached the spot, I witnessed two men in a duel.. others were watching and screaming "hit that bastard .. everyone..come on .. hit him" but no one dared to touch the guy. I was standing there quite and amused, when a woman cried "someone take care of the guy... pleeeease, he was doin somethng to that girl" and soon a few more men joined the battlefield .. sensing odds turned against him the villain of my story let go everyone and stood there with head high ... like a "batista" in the ring. I was watching him and for a second our eyes met. He was a man surely with nothing to lose and had a vampire face, who can only suck the society.)

I turned my back and started to move towards the danger spot. By that time, Friday the 13th guy was wielding the blade.. population density around him had reduced.When I reached near him he was kicking his bags and potli.

Soon, I cud listen the sound of metal. He leaped towards the floor and lifted a scissor.

He held the scissor high in air and gave a war cry ..

noone was eager to look at him and I walked passed him slowly... his eyes chased me to the dinner table.. geez.

Welcome to Mumbai.

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