Why do I always get an urge to write about this city whenever I am here?
I have no friends here nor have I stayed here long enough for the nostalgia to hit me hard enough. Yet I am always the "little wide eyed boy" when I arrive here and the "Lonely old man" when I depart. Maybe I long for the sheer determination of the city to have a good time no matter how grand and impractical it is. I mean in which other city can one do the following things in a single weekend:
- Go to a live gig in a happening pub.
- Watch a Anupam Kher play.
- Watch people show off their Ferraris, Lambos, Porshes in Kala Ghoda.
Its not even these extravagances which excites me. Its the fact that these things are just a part of every other day which really amazes me. There is no concept of "moderation" here. Everything has to reach its limits and beyond. Have a close look at any passer-by's face. You will find a tinge of arrogance. As if being able to live here certifies that they have the audacity to be the first one to break all norms and then show the entire country how it's done.
This place doesn't make me realize what I already have. It reminds me of everything I need to achieve somewhere in the future.
If you haven't realized which city I am talking about, then maybe it's time you need to explore a bit...
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