Bombay was never a strange city to me.
Before moving in here for work in 2010, I had visited this place
several times to meet my sister.
I started living with my sister’s
family in Mumbai. My peers complained of rising auto prices and jam
packed locals every day and I was empathetic enough to ponder on it
on my 4 min walk from home to office. While they were busy searching
for brokers for rent and fighting with their room-mates over space
/grocery bills and tasteless canteen food, I made important decisions
ranging from what to eat for dinner : palak paneer or mattar paneer
and how my new room would have pink curtains contrasting with the
white walls.
I spent a good 2 years here and then
was transferred to my hometown for an assignment where daddy’s
princess had a rosy path to tread on.
Fast forward to 2014 , it was time to
move to Mumbai again and this time without my sister’s presence in
the city.
The moment I landed in the city with my
baggage, the city looked strange to me .As I dragged my luggage
towards the taxi stand I kept pondering on how uncannily daunting it
would be to survive by myself this time.
On my way to my new apartment , the
taxi halted at a signal . My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at
the window. Though it was very hot outside , the curious and innocent
eyes of the knocker compelled me to listen to what he had to say. A
boy of around 8 years was demonstrating a drawing book. I said “ I
don't have kids to buy this for “
He promptly replied “ You can draw , color and paint yourself. Its always fun to try new things. Who knows you could be better at this than you think”. Although impressed by his salesmanship , I did not buy the book but I couldn't keep my eyes off my newly found guru who had uttered the exact words of wisdom I needed then. My taxi moved ahead and so did I.
He promptly replied “ You can draw , color and paint yourself. Its always fun to try new things. Who knows you could be better at this than you think”. Although impressed by his salesmanship , I did not buy the book but I couldn't keep my eyes off my newly found guru who had uttered the exact words of wisdom I needed then. My taxi moved ahead and so did I.
I was apprehensive of my new innings in
the city but then I decided to give it a shot with an open and
positive mind.
Its been two years of living all by
myself now and id like to share some wisdom too.
Life is a journey .However small be ,
every journey has stories and every story has a moral. You either
become wise by experiencing things or by learning from what others
have experienced.
I've learnt about life in these 2 years
more than my whole life put together.
Here's what id like to share with
anyone who is apprehensive about doing a new thing :
- You cannot be everywhere and you cannot do everything . So prioritize what is important. The thumb rule is to value people over things.
- Always be ready with alternatives and backup plans.
- Take into account everyone’s opinion. If you think a certain opinion is unimportant then let the person know why it is so.
- Always support your statements with logic and facts. Don’t say or do anything on basis of any preconceived notion.
- Bank on action plans and ideas and not people.
- Be hungry for knowledge and have multiple perspectives and think about all possible outcomes of everything you say or do.
- And finally no work or person is inconspicuous. There is plenty to learn from each kind of work and person.
Bombay is an kaleidoscope of emotions and struggles. Strangely, as a tution fees for teaching you all important life lessons, it retains and absorbs a part of you with it. Thanks for penning down the common emotions of people who have lived there and loved it.
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