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Thursday, March 13, 2014

The One Who Flew Over Mumbai Slum

Hey.. Peeps.. :) As planned, I left Bangalore last Saturday to catch flight to Mumbai. While flying over thousands feet above the ground, the aerial view of dream city was beautiful. And then there was this sight, a wide area of land occupied with small tin-roof houses –the slum. Paint chipping off the wall, less space, life in limited resources. Architecture seems to be so foreign to their dictionary. Typical Slumdog Millionaire film set kinda location. It was so moving. But certainly each house had DishTV on roof top. Best stories are found in such locations, behind the lens there is something real.

Inside Mumbai Local
One of the saddest sights of the slums is to see the thrifty wife of the working man, with her rosy brood of children used to country air and sunshine, used to space, privacy, good surroundings, cleanliness, quiet, shut up amid the noise and dirt and confusion, in the gloom of the slum. –Albion Fellows Bacon.

Outside View, Mumbai Local
Fast-paced lifestyle, huge crowd, where time equates to money, surrounded by beaches. One thing that I like about Mumbai is; you can go out late night in terms of safety. For nocturnals like me, it’s a must which I am gonna miss in Garden City, Bangalore. In small towns when a girl comes home late, jaws drop. Anyways, took Mumbai local to Gateway Of India, I was dying to visit. Here is the image of the view outside the train and inside the train. Life’s tough there, struggle for survival is much comparatively.

The flat, I stayed in was surrounded with so many pigeons, kittens and pups –adorable. Mornings were beautiful, beaches and pleasant breeze can heal a broken soul. Whole day was dedicated to visiting places and shopping, though shopping irritates me but had a huge list of stuffs to buy. 

Outside a mall, this kid (in picture) was sleeping on footpath while his mother was selling balloons. Such sights are always moving to me, I usually capture such moments. Whenever I feel rough inside, I just scroll down such pictures.

Been to Bandstand, Juhu & Versova beach, Marine Drive, Bandra, Gateway Of India. Knowing about night-life in Mumbai, have witnessed people kerb-crawling to sluts on road side. It starts at around 11:00 p.m. to be precise. Couldn’t produce the picture. Dreams dreamt under the bridge, sleepless nights spent under the stars and wishing on airplanes considering ‘em shooting stars has its own value, rarely admired though. Left the dream city this Tuesday, would be great if I could help ‘em someway. Signing out, may God bless y’all.. :)

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