First Dine in Mumbai....

Its almost a year and half year of my precious time of my life living in the stretch of a city having almost 35% of country’s economic control, a diversified culture, a city of almost all type of happenings from terrorism to love, betrayal to faith, poorer to richer, and many more things which a city rarely have it in its vicinity.

It was June 03 2008, when I with my friend, first step down in Mumbai at Bandra (E) station, which broke my dream of a city that every one have dreamt of or, more precisely, fused in our mind, a beautiful gothic city.

As every object in this universe has good and bad halves, so this city too has. My first step was in a dump house near station (like every station in our beloved country and I think we fuckers are proud of that). The first impression was even got worse when we drove to RCF (poor and pity BPCL’s accommodation on lease) in Mahul village (not a village like). I was told (not in writing during campus that your accommodation would be fully furnished with AC (as Mumbai’s climate is hot and humid) but, what I saw was even worse than my college hostel. AC was just a dream; there was a fan which was rotating at earth’s speed.
That frustration reached the peak of our (me and my roomie johny kutta) mind when we found that we had to go a big km. for dine. But, anyhow we two smart mnitian’s managed to explore a nearby place called RCF mess or, I would say it, maut ki mess demons kitchen or doggies kitchen or any worse thing that is ever invented or discovered or created in this universe. The food served there (RCF’s guys and gals used to eat that horrible meal on daily basis) was worse than stray dog’s meal but our hunger couldn’t stop to eat that menace.

RAT race for CAT......

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Charles Darwin once, had given the theory of evolution which caused a revolution in early 19^th century. The same theory applies on ‘RAT race for CAT’.

In childhood days, my old grandma, usually narrated me the story of CAT and RAT. It was believed (still some nincompoops believe) that cats and rats were always against each other. They could never tolerate each other. It was like they were the true enemy, ever born, living and moving on earth. It was impossible for them, to even face each other for a nanosecond. Also, in my grandma Cat always chases the Rat, and the poor Rat always ran to save his life.

But these days, Charles’s theory has good influence on modern CAT and RAT. Modern 21th century’s RAT’s are quiet smart, now days they chase the poor CAT.

Modern CAT is not that of old day’s type, it has evolved and assumed to be the only path for success, growth, prosperity, etc. Nowadays, CAT does not chase RAT but RAT themselves dies for CAT.

It is not surprising that today every RAT is in the race for CAT.

I could have concluded this but my notion of writing this is to, force the readers to think , in what race they are?, and conclude this themselves.

Hope , any how ,I am able to convey my message.

Good luck to me...

-------Gaurav(gt)----------

My Writings..

Note: Please forgive any grammatical mistake and give suggestions for improvements.

Many of you may be wondering, why the very first line of my first ever blog is written with a note.
Its being a long way story. During my olden and golden time of being at my home town , I used to take tuition for my english subject( very much horrible for me) in 9th standard. At that time my tutor asked me to write an essay over an issue(not remembered). That essay was my first in public place(in school I used to copy english writings of my friends). I wrote it very beautifully, giving my best(till now) thoughts and skills that I had and expecting some explicit remarks from my tutor.
On that day he took the essay from me and kept it for the reading and corrections. I was very happy at that moment that he had not made any remark at the very moment of my submission.

Next day, the moment I entered the tutors house there was total silence and suddenly a blast came out of my socialist tutor and his followers sitting around him. I was stunned and surprised and confused what wrong had gone with those poor miserable fellows.......After a long time of their unknown reason of amusement came to know, the essay that I wrote 24hrs back was a worst ever writing that had been written in the history. I was told that every single line of that essay had 2 or more mistakes accounting grammatical(mostly) as well as the words I used. Also that poor chap pasted my beautiful writing to his office notice board.

That moment was so embarrassing to me that I never worte any thing after that and before this blog. I hated english and never tried to overcome this weakness. As the resultant of that I was totally diverted away from that british language.
If I would have taken that incident on my ego in a right sense of learning I might have done answered my loving tutor.

This blog is after a long time of 10 years and hope that will continue with some memorable and experiencing moments.
Good luck to me.

......Gaurav(gt)......