All jobs suck!!! Or so people have tried to tell me when I complain about how I hate my job. But I don't believe them. Call it self-preservation, call it romanticism, call it foolishness, call it naivete... but i can't accept it without first taking a shot at finding something i'd really like doing. Or what i imagine i'd like doing. But that is something that'll have to wait a little while longer.
Bombay: Tinseltown, the financial capital of India, the only truly cosmopolitan town (or so the bombayites like to say - note that they are NOT mumbaikars)...there are many sides to it. Till this trip to start work here, i'd been blinded by the glitz and the glamour, the seemingly endless possibilities that the city seems to brim of, the entreprenurial zeal that seems to shine out of every other inhabitant who strides purposefully on its sidewalks.
But mumbai is a city where you can come with a totally believable excuse of getting stuck in traffic for more than 2 hours on a drive that is less than 12 kms (can you believe that this actually happened to a friend of mine!!! poor guy went home and gave it up as a bad job - didn't turn up all day); where you let two trains go by because you can't get on - or if you get on, you know that you can't get off 3 stations further down- where the per sqft rate for a flat sounds like the rent in some other cities; where no matter how much money you earn, you still can't shut out the things you don't like about the city (unless you can afford to take a chopper to work and everywhere else); where you'd find Porsche Turbos crawling along at 2kms an hour, where you'd find spanking new apartment blocks which cost a fortune right next to a slum.
What I like most about bombay is the hours - after living here, you feel that people everywhere else waste too much time sleeping. The day just seems to stretch longer. On a workday, that isn't really gr8 news, but on one of my increasingly rare holidays, it feels wonderful. I manage to squeeze into 1 precious sunday everything that I used to do over the whole weekend.
Watched "White Noise". Despite its rather obvious flaws, felt that it had some brilliant moments that stay with you. Can't say I loved it, but definitely found it worth watching.
How I miss b'lore, and the lazy weekends there with the gang. Going pubbing on saturday evenings, sunday breakfast at Pecos. It has been about 4 years since i first fell in love with b'lore. It still remains my favourite city. Hope to make a trip back there soon. Or even better, move there...
ubergeek, the
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