Rural Internship Begins
It needs to begin somewhere,it surely does.
Let's start with some musing.Mumbai,which is supposed to have a gate to India(which
doesn't makes much sense to me as one can land up in India from all possible
directions) was the first place we landed upon.Only because one freak (King George
V)and his even freaker queen(Queen Mary) came India on 2nd of December MCMXI through
that gate,you can't compell me to call it Gateway of India.
But as it goes,I've to live with it!
Don't be too happy,you too have to.
Next thing that's coming to me is the Marine Drive of Mumbai.It's cool wet breezes
with the sight of sun dipping into sea,I can feel them even now.
By golly,it's the biggest flirt place I've ever seen.Flirt in all it's gorgeous
dimensions.
People may call me cynical,but that's the way I take it.
From craving to deal with the strongest emotion on the earth,to the daily soap
discussions,everything was there.Ya that's Mumbai,I perhaps said to myself.
I made umpteen number of visionary assumptions,and sightless insights were
dominating my thought process.No no ! I'm not being philosophically outrageous in
expressing my emotions.In fact my spectacles met an unfortunate accident so I had to
largely rely upon speculation to measure the beauty of passing by cuties.
Jetski and parasailing were in full swing near the Marine Drive Beach,thereby making
us long for those quick-heightened moments.That sitting along the marine drive wall
was really a memorable experience with oozes of cool breezes hitting our faces.
Yes,Mumbai is indeed a wonderful place.It's a city full of contrasts.It has got all
shades in all their flavours.Everything has to be there in it's both extremes.
One more thing I noticed about Mumbai was the huge amount of intellect in there.You
can trace it everymoment and everywhere.It's not the general intellect,it's
something ahead of Mumbai Times.
But still,no matter how lovely marine drive may be,only the boys have got their
hands across the girl's shoulders.
Yaa......Things must take their time to change !
Let's start with some musing.Mumbai,which is supposed to have a gate to India(which
doesn't makes much sense to me as one can land up in India from all possible
directions) was the first place we landed upon.Only because one freak (King George
V)and his even freaker queen(Queen Mary) came India on 2nd of December MCMXI through
that gate,you can't compell me to call it Gateway of India.
But as it goes,I've to live with it!
Don't be too happy,you too have to.
Next thing that's coming to me is the Marine Drive of Mumbai.It's cool wet breezes
with the sight of sun dipping into sea,I can feel them even now.
By golly,it's the biggest flirt place I've ever seen.Flirt in all it's gorgeous
dimensions.
People may call me cynical,but that's the way I take it.
From craving to deal with the strongest emotion on the earth,to the daily soap
discussions,everything was there.Ya that's Mumbai,I perhaps said to myself.
I made umpteen number of visionary assumptions,and sightless insights were
dominating my thought process.No no ! I'm not being philosophically outrageous in
expressing my emotions.In fact my spectacles met an unfortunate accident so I had to
largely rely upon speculation to measure the beauty of passing by cuties.
Jetski and parasailing were in full swing near the Marine Drive Beach,thereby making
us long for those quick-heightened moments.That sitting along the marine drive wall
was really a memorable experience with oozes of cool breezes hitting our faces.
Yes,Mumbai is indeed a wonderful place.It's a city full of contrasts.It has got all
shades in all their flavours.Everything has to be there in it's both extremes.
One more thing I noticed about Mumbai was the huge amount of intellect in there.You
can trace it everymoment and everywhere.It's not the general intellect,it's
something ahead of Mumbai Times.
But still,no matter how lovely marine drive may be,only the boys have got their
hands across the girl's shoulders.
Yaa......Things must take their time to change !
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