A Moment Too Long

Another attempt at poetry. :)

Twilight’s at the dawn

And limelight in my zone

Once again I start

Dense again my part

I look at the skies and wonder

Probably another wish to ponder

That life is all you mean it to be

Or a strife that it’s left to me

Faces flow by me

Beside and below me

I rush through my day

Don’t know what come may

An hour or two too late

Not for too big a date

I drown in a frenzy of shards

Seizing me in a couple of words

I stay away, I stay apart

Strewn at like a dart

A man too lone to be strong
A past pursued too long

Gracias,

ßąரK૯ર

Experience Your Experience! :)

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Let’s talk about life. You know what makes this winding journey of decades interesting? The experiences that you build it on. We pass every moment usurping the good and the bad of every experience. The more you undergo, the more you adapt, the wider your perspectives become. Simply put, your world-view becomes elastic.

On my Resume, I’ve put a major plus point as adaptability. With 22 years of knowledge of life, I may still be at the tip of the iceberg. However, 2 decades have been meaningful for me. I’ve lived in the Middle East, graduated in Kerala and currently am pursuing my post graduation in Mumbai. I maybe a wind driven yacht, but I’m surely the one many look up to. What footprints you leave behind, personify what you really have achieved and what you have built till now. The key is to maintain whatever good there is and to learn from those things you’ve committed to which have made you the person you are today.

At present, I’m interning with a reputed company’s rural operations wing. I would say the brand name is great, though the opportunity was more by default than design. 12 of us got selected into this internship. Many of us crib, finding absolutely no good in whatever we have knowingly taken up. I don’t think I can do better than pity them. Well, everyone has their way of coping up with situations I guess. I find myself everyday in a small office tucked away somewhere in a building complex and sitting with people who are not corporates, but who are very down-to-earth, happy-go-lucky kind. To find essence and optimism in that, I think it takes a good heart.

With the first week of my internship I’ve seen certain realities that I will have to face without any shield in the near future. It has started showing me the benefits and the related costs I’ll have to bear. This indeed is the reason I find myself happy. Because, at the end of the day, you are the person whom your experiences have sculpted, not just the brands you are with have made. All this helps me say that embracing experiences happily would render the best for you in your life, if not now, then later for sure.

Gracias,

ßąரK૯ર

MUMBAI: AN ENIGMA.

If the world is termed as a maze of cultures and people teeming to 7 billion in population, Mumbai can be termed as the epitome of such a representation. As I rise 36000 ft up in the air on a flight to Kerala, the Captain advised us to look outside to see a stunning view of South Bombay, popularly called as “SoBo”. SoBo turns out to be magnificent when looked at from ground. But it’s nothing short than mind blowing when seen from the air. The breathtaking beauty of the city that defined Bollywood is accentuated in a subtle way making the onlooker dream at the mystery that propels this city forward.  

Mumbai is deemed to be the 4^th most populous city in the world and the commercial capital of India. Such a description leads us to the title. An enigma that engulfs every Mumbaikar, from the moment one lands in the airport or gets down at the “notorious” Dadar station, regarding what lies ahead for him or her. A world of opportunities, pitfalls, wonders and fallacies. Mumbai drapes me personally around with such a brilliant thought that it has become my thought for the past seven months of residing in this metro. This city in itself beckons people to live in the midst of chaos, draped in harmony. With the lack of care that pulls away people from interfering in each other’s lives, the promising care with which people help you out, the vibrancy that this city carries forward, it’s all a blur in itself.

With towering colonial architecture trading off well with the latest high rise buildings, Mumbai has seen so much in its lifetime. From birth of legends to attacks on it. To love stories being born to dreams coming true. So striking are the city’s virtues that you find it revolting to decipher its true nature while automatically falling in love with it.

A walk through the 3 km long Marine Drive or the Carter Road Promenade, wondering on where you stand among 13 million people residing in the city, gives you a glimpse of the city that relies on its essential chaos. Every single visit to the seaside is such an enthralling experience that, the more you sit facing the sea at Marine Drive, you feel your association with the city getting all the more stronger with every passing second. With extensive sobriquets adorning the city in all of its incredulity, I would personally favor “The City That Never Sleeps” that brings a better NYC to India. The life in this city gathers more momentum every day and night, cascading effects seen from local trains to the cutting chais served, to the dabbawallas to corporates at Nariman Point.

A cab ride from Sion to Bandra tells you the tales of a million lives entangled in different trades of life, attached themselves to the heart of this mega metro. Colors of life just shimmers in front of you from slums of Dharavi to the glassy BKC to the clubbing joints at Linking Road.  All this reinstates the fact that I have come to the juncture of a billion experiences that contrasts starkly to the easy life that many of us visualize.

Immaculate and inherently beautiful, Mumbai is a city that lives as an engine containing the dreams and worlds of people who gears and kick-starts it into life every day and night. Still doubtful? Well, stand for a minute in Kurla or Dadar station only to feel yourself wondering,  “Seriously, where do all these people travel to in the dead of the night?” 

Gracias,

ßąரK૯ર