Life in Mumbai

Everyday on my way to the office, i encounter people from different facets of life.the pavement breakfast vendor who gives a short story on how each of his item is prepared hygienically( all the while scratching his legs, hands, some not mentionable), the middle aged lady at the bus stop who constantly carries out a mild banter about everything under the sun with her bus mate, the school kids who are having a chat about the latest cartoon being aired, so on and so forth... one common thread which connects all of them is their zest for enjoying yet another day.no matter how troubles or difficulties create hurdles, they all want to continue with their habitual routine with the same energy, same curiosity...people in mumbai are known for their speed or what i call madness...be it in the morning or midnight, people are always running for their life...their walking speed,the determined look in their faces makes me marvel on how on earth do they have soo much of energy..without doing anything worthwhile in life, i am left so tired at the end of the day...the good thing is after seeing them, a ray of energy seers through me, helping me take handle the hardships, keeping a smile on my face..

the life of a woman

the life of a woman is in a way entwined with that of a man. how much ever the feminist in me tries to defy this statement, deep down, she knows it is the truth. take our birth for instance..even though, it is the woman who gives birth, almost all the daughters are mesmerized with their fathers.till teenage, it is the father who catches the fantasy of the young girl. dropping off at school, helping her get ready in the morning, solving mathematical problems and of course, the occasional treats, the father is there in all...
younger brother....need to take care of him.... bring him up in a good way( hoping that he doesnt get misled by your behavior). being the guardian when he is getting ragged or just being his mentor whenever he is in distress.. a different role yet again..
first crush... first love...and the likes...if the guy is happy, you are jubilant.if he is sad, you are depressed. somehow the outcomes in his life has a greater impact on the girl's life.
marriage...this one according to me looks the most crucial in making or breaking a girl's life..,. out of the blue, you have to adjust to another set of relatives...their whims and fancies...caught between toeing the line and making everybody happy, the girl realizes that she is lost. amidst all the hue and cry created about the union, congruence and the likes, neither does she have her father to protect her nor does she have a brother's shoulder to lean on...her own friends at different stages in life cycle can no longer relate to the new problems faced by her... the husband himself is a new character..too early to trust and pour out your misgivings to...the mother suddenly starts treating her daughter as a grown up girl...faced with all these expectations from different quarters, she feels isolated, alone...