Borivili to Lower Parel Part-I

After a damaging review from a few of my friends, I decided that I will continue blogging and improve my blogging "skills" by wrting more. Hope there are more ppl to view this blogs na pass their nasty comments.

This blog is a view of Mumbai from the crowded trains and the rare window view. My train journeys from Borivili to Lower Parel to office has inspired me to write this blog.

I was thinking for a long time to write this blog.Before I arrived in Mumbai many ppl warned me of the trains here. Having travelled in trains for 3 long years to college, I thot that it was not going to be difficult. But i was to be proved wrong.

First the crowds. Man!!!! how does a single city support such a huge population. ooph!!!!

The population is very attractive. ;) .Special mention should be made about the girls here. I have found (as I always do) that these girls here have a great attitude. They care a damn of what others think. They just do what they want to. You see them walking on the platform very silently at one instant. When it comes to boarding a train, ooooooh, NO COMMENTS!!! No words to describe that. They just push and pull and finnaly get into the train.

The next intresting thing here is the VADA PAV. I dont understand the fascination the city has for PAV. They have Vada pav,Bajji pav,Samosa pav, omlette pav. Soon there will be dosa pav also I think. Wherever u go, u get vada pav. And that too all the southies out there. VADA is not the VADAi u are thinking. They call the Potato bonda VADA here. crazy ppl.


The othe thing I noticed was the newspaper. U cannot find a single decent paper here. Being an ardent reader of THE HINDU I find the papers here really sick. No words to describe the feeling. There is no news worth reading. Thinking of reading the HINDU online these days.

There is a lot to write. After all the city is very big. More to come.

The day I transformed into Wordsworth

Dedicated to the girl who inspired the first ever decent poem in my life. After reading this please dont ask for the others. This is the first and the last......

This has a long background. I was undergoing training at Chennai in TCS. It all started off by teasing a girl trying to prove that i was the worsty flirt in the world. My accomplice in this was my inspiration for the poem to follow.

We were about to get our postings later during the day and I was sure that it was not my day after the test I had given. So emotions began to pour and hence the poem......

Wherever you go I shall go,
Wherever you go my heart shall go,
You may get your choice,
And I may lose my voice.
But,
Wherever you go my heart shall go.

Ready to catch the bricks and the rotten tomatoes you throw. Pls post ur views