City of Blinding Lights

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Why does this city look so different during the night from the day? Do people also seem different in the night from the day? There has always been something about this city after dark; it’s a whole new life at night.

Just as people put on their best look and get out at night, the city also puts on its jewels. The diamond lit marine drive, the tantalizing Juhu Beach, the palatable food at Mohammad Ali Road, the enticing Gateway of India the list of places to visit at night is never ending. It’s a city that never sleeps. Whatever time one decided to venture out you will find a substantial number of people on the streets and roads.

Although when people generally talk about Mumbai’s nightlife, I observed that most of the people relate it to the clubs and pubs, all the dancing, partying and drinking. They tend to overlook the actual beauty the city has to offer to its people. We tend to take the things given to us for free for granted. The fact that one can walk down the streets of Mumbai without thinking of getting raped or mugged is quite an achievement. I would generally think twice before stepping out alone forget night even during the day in any other city but Mumbai in India. But Mumbai is always bustling with people and also because of the open environment; it doesn’t come as a shock to the people here.

You can get food at every nook and corner at anytime of the day or night here. There were times when I was living in Manchester there was nothing to eat because everything shuts down at 8 pm and all the restaurants at 11pm. It came as a shock to me on my visit to Mohammad Ali road, where at three in the morning the place was packed with people. I have never seen so many people anywhere at that time of the night. There were people of all ages, from all backgrounds at the same place. No one cared about his or her caste, colour or status. Why couldn’t the world be like that? This city for sure unites you and the only caste that exists is called humanity.

The city is one offers safety, security, food, peace and sanity. Where there is no differentiation on the basis of anything and varied number of options to choose from for everything. What more can a person ask out of life? Hence a trip to Mumbai is sure to be incomplete without experiencing its nightlife.

This, we call life.

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Things, things are made of these days
Volumes, of volumes around us
Material is immaterial
Secrets within secrets they lie.

Acts behind acts is living these days
Takes after takes we call life
Artificial is real
Signs within signs they find.

Know, known is unknown these days
Delay in delaying the wait
Unshown is shown
Time within time they slide.

Deciphering Dreams

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I often wonder where the mind wanders while I am asleep; to places unfamiliar, with people unheard of, for reasons unknown. As though it’s living another life of its own. Does this mean that we all have a twin personality, one that we can’t forget and one that we never remember? It’s said that around two hours of our night’s sleep is spent dreaming; dreaming of bizarre, extraordinary and sometimes realistic events. Some believe that dreams are meaningless and have no significance to real life, while others have proved that dreams are symbolic expressions of desires residing in the unconscious mind. So, how does one know what to believe? And if dreams are carrier of messages, then my dreams are definitely not appearing to be a good sign.

In 4 of every 5 dreams I have I am either in close contact with death or dead, subsequently with me waking up in panic. I don’t completely believe that dreams mean anything, but since it has been such a recurring dream I thought I’d look it up on google. There I came across a dream dictionary, which suggested a significance behind almost each type of or every element seen in a dream. I didn’t know how much to trust their interpretation, but still gave it a read.

“To dream that you die in your dream symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or your life. You are undergoing a transitional phase and are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Although such a dream may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm as it is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something. If you dream that someone is telling you that you are going die, then it implies that you are being pressured to make an important change or choice. You are about to embark on some new life adventure. 

On a negative note, to dream that you die may represent involvement in deeply painful relationships or unhealthy, destructive behaviors. You may feeling depressed or feel strangled by a situation or person in your waking life. Perhaps your mind is preoccupied with someone who is terminally ill or dying. Alternatively, you may be trying to get out of some obligation, responsibility or other situation. You are desperately trying to escape from the demands of your daily life.”

So, they gave both a positive and negative picture to the whole issue; leaving me confused even further. I tried to even see which aspect seems more appropriate to my current situation. But again, they both could be either definite or deceptive. I was in the midst of a new relationship, moving to a new place, adopting a new lifestyle; so for me the dream could mean either a positive or negative connotation.

I decided to go with my positive instinct, and believed that it signified a new beginning, a new journey, a new adventure. Firstly, because off-late every time I wake up from such a dream I call my boyfriend up and share it with him after which the dream doesn’t seem scary or eerie anymore, which could be interpreted as a beginning of a supportive and understanding relationship. Secondly, a bad dream might just be a positive premonition since it is not reality and one where I have the option of waking up from. So, however haunting or awkward my dream might be when I am asleep; the truth is life is only what I dream with my eyes open.

Why Travel?

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Journey to a new place, for me, is like the best kind of love affair; where you learn a new language to express your love, where you seize who you are, who you’re in love with, where sometimes lose track of where you’re going but still carry on for the thrill and adventure, and where with every journey begins a love story, some classic, some great and some which last forever. For all you know, it doesn’t even matter if the story has been written before, because no two love stories can ever be the same.

Journey to a foreign land, for me, is like a quest for the unknown, where we travel in search of both self and anonymity. We battle between who we are and who we should be, where we are and where we should be. We travel to lose ourselves, and sometimes to find ourselves. As Pico Iyer sagely puts it, ” What we find outside ourselves has to be inside ourselves for us to find it.”

So, when I ask myself, why do I want to see the world? Why is it essential to go to a place, and then why write about it later? My head says, “Because I want to examine different cultures, experience different lifestyles, explore different opportunities, embrace different moments.” While my heart says, “Because I just want to try and find a piece of myself everywhere I go to put together one day.” I would say, a tourist is merely a person who complains, “It’s not the same as in my country.” Whereas a traveler claims, “It’s not the same anywhere I go.” Traveling is not a just a hobby or holiday, it’s a way of life. For this life I would travel everywhere, anywhere, sometimes again, and sometimes even if it means falling in love over a 100 times.

The World As I See It

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People see places
They see the world as rich and poor
Some see it as black, some as white
I see no line that divides.

Around the world we go
Combat cultures, savour the flow
Live the life of others
It’s nice for a day or so.

The world is no black or white
It’s no big or small
Nor despicable or frightful
It’s part artistic, part adroit.

Once you enter such a world
You leave the exit far behind
If you happen to come across a door
It’s your chance to magnify.

Be yourself

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Stay clear

The storm is near

Wind is screaming

To close all doors

 

Shut up thunder

You’re scaring her

Go somewhere

Miles away

 

Sky is dark

With a hint of light

Look above, look ahead

Yet no positive insight

 

Close your eyes

Feel the forces

It’s a miracle

You’re still alive

 

Just breathe now

For it’s almost over

Last thing to do

Be yourself tonight

X-Men: The Last Stand

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Someone once told me, we are not cut out for this society.

I believed I was adjusting fairly until the force started to pull me towards it.

I definitely wasn’t from this world.

Although, their understanding was beneath mine.

The rituals, the obligations, the wastage of resources, mostly the mind was beyond mine.

I couldn’t cope up with it, I felt the need to release my thoughts somewhere, I wanted to feel free.

A few comprehended my disguised thoughts, others defeated it.

The fight of a mutant is not one without disadvantages.

But, it had begun!