Dear Mumbai

Scared and scarred with the recent upheavals, I know you still run busy and hectic with life.

You have been the final destination of my cloudy dreams, and I have always chased those little butterflies right into your heart. Some I caught and some I lost.
I have fought battles. Some I lost and some I won.
I found love in you, and I lost them here too.
I got my heart broken in front of you, and I mended it with my own hands living with you.
I became a woman in your womb. And I learnt to love myself.
You taught me to question and search for the answers.
You taught me never to give up hope even in the bleakest of times.
You have made me angry, frustrated, and build with in me a sea of volatile strength, which grows each time with each loss.
Never had I experienced the pinch of life and stumbled on way.
But I did that walking on your streets.
You pushed me and bullied me around and you made me stronger than most,
You have shown me the stars and held my feet to the ground.
You have shown me the glamour and stopped me from joining them.
You taught me never to cling to the brightest of the lights, because they will fade sooner than I know.
You have taught me so much and I can’t put words to all that.
You have tried and tested me and made a warrior out of me.
I grew to from a naïve kid to a rebel to a thinker.
I grew from a masochist to a lover of life, from a cynic to a hopeful.
I learnt to take chances and I learnt to live more.
I survived you and I survived in you.
I lost, I learnt, and I grew.

Now as I sit here today, I know I will be bidding you farewell with in a decade of days.
I know, I will not be missed very much, and that is a part of your charm.
You can live without any one, but no one can live without you.
I know I will visit you in the years to come only to witness passive memories, because I will dwell on them when I leave you.
I will witness changed souls and distanced relationships. And somewhere regret the changes.

But I will not regret the times spent together, and the joys you have brought me in all these years.
And I will not regret the tears I cried, because every pain has very much made me what I’m today.
You made me what I am today- A woman, a thinker, a rebel.

Thanks for making me fall in love with me and for everything else left unsaid.

Lots of love and God bless!!

Goodbye!

Ipsa

The blood bath in the city not so long ago, has left all of us scarred and desolate. Yes, we saw all the crying souls. Our hearts feel torn. We feel the lump in our throats and the anger in our blood.

So many questions, posed to our “leaders”. Slack and inept, incapable and slow- our leaders.
But why blame them- WE elected them.

I don’t want to blame anyone, anywhere- no blame-games, no unnecessary criticism, and no expectations from our so-called “leaders”.

I blame myself alone, for electing such nincompoops and spineless characters as our policy-makers.
I blame myself, for only lighting a candle and taking a peach-march at the immense loss of lives.
I blame myself for breaking rules in this country.
I blame myself for bribing the traffic cops, the peons, the “babus” in the govt. and the rest.
I blame myself for not paying my fine, when I’m caught at the signal, breaking rules.
I blame myself for evading taxes, and hoarding money
I blame myself for lying.
I blame myself for forgetting my role in making this country what it has become.
I blame myself for not contributing to the country as much as I can.

Our leaders will be only as good as we are, so I blame myself.
Do you?