Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Life in a fast train

12 years ago when i was living in this city, using the trains for travelling was the most obvious choice and was done regularly. Although the distances that I traveled everyday then, are not even half of what I travel now. I would be careful to not get into a virar fast train during peak hours especially, unless I had to travel that side for an occasional visit. Anyone who has spent more than a week in Mumbai and has been on a local railway station on the western line would know what I am talking about.

Cut to 12 years later, my abode now is in Mira Road, 2nd station from Borivali towards Virar. Even though Mira Road does not have any population residing in the West, (since it is covered by mangroves and salt pans, which till now have been protected) the rush at the station is a totally different story. Since I am a lawyer and I practice law and the High Court in this city is in Fort, I travel to Churchgate every day, which brings me to the means of transport that I use...well ofcourse, the local train, a virar train, the same one that i avoided almost everytime i came across one 12 years ago.

There are 2 kinds of trains, slow and fast. A slow train will stop at every station that comes its way from the starting point to the destination and a fast train has very few pre decided stops. The speed of the train is reflected in the attitude of the passengers. Most women who travel in a slow train regularly are far more relaxed, the general atmosphere in the compartment is chilled out and easy. While in the fast train there is a complete sense of urgency, if you dont move that one inch now, someone else will occupy that precious space and you will most likely stand on one leg for the rest of the journey.

Ok, I am completing this post after starting it about a year ago...! So then it has been more than a year now that I take these trains and has anything changed? Well I can tell you, the feeling in my stomach and the fluttering of the heart is still the same, the moment I see a train coming on the platform that i am suppose to board from. First come the questions.. will i be able to get in to it?? then come the chants... just get into it just get into it! And when the train actually slows down all hell breaks loose! the pushing, the shoving, the shouting and finally the last split second decision of leave it or hang on. I generally leave it, did hang on sometimes and completely hated the near death experience.

But now I have become a little better at boarding a train, more so because I can schedule my life around a 07.47 or an 08.09, or a 08.57 depending on what my day looks like. The best of course is the 10.13..... yes i do take this train sometimes, it is a ladies special fast local. I just cannot get over the smiling faces, soothing voices and courteous behaviour of the women in this train. There is no sense of panic, no mad rush, everyone is ok about reaching their destinations by 11.15. wish all trains were like this.

The journey back home is not so bad, since I board at the starting point, i almost always have a comfortable place to sit (as opposed to the 'fourth seat' which deserves a post of its own!). even then one does tend to schedule life around the 6.33s or the 7.40s etc...

  

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Main kya likhoon!

too much has altered in my life, dont know where to begin writing...therefore I will write about something that has not changed..... the ability of hair dressers/stylists across the country to ensure that no matter how i ask them to cut my hair, i end up looking like a fat, short, chubby and obviously female version of Amitabh Bachan from yesteryears!!

And that just gives my hubby an opportunity to humm the music played when amitabh bachan in Hum becomes tiger again. Please see the movie to understand what I am talking about!!

see at 4.18

Saturday, March 31, 2012

My undying love for POHA

So I am half Maharashtrian coz I spent 20 years of my life in Mumbai and now after 12 years am back to Bombay and then I am about to marry a half Maharastrian, but more on that later, coming back to my love for poha. Poha is a common breakfast snack in Maharashtra, they have two varieties of it, 'kaande pohe' which is poha with onions and 'batate pohe' which is poha with potatoes.

I discovered my love for poha in Delhi amazingly when I started living with putey and she would occasionally bless me and Suchi with poha, with potatoes which she would promptly pick out and leave in my plate and peanuts (have to write a post on my undying love for peanuts too!) and then whenever we were on some trip towards alibag/pune etc there is a small stopover where you get the best poha in the world (or so i thought), its called Dattaguru snacks.

Recently I started appearing in a case before the Indore High Court and thats when I discovered indorey poha. OMG I love the way they make it, its just a bit sweet and is served with chopped onions, indorey sev and a dry masala. Its just amazing,  have been for this case 4 times I think and all I have the entire day is poha at the high court canteen or at the LIC canteen opposite the high court. Its worth a try for sure. And actually one is suppose to have jalebis after it, but that is something I havent tried...yet.  

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I am Bored

Well since i have too much work and the main one being reading company law, I am obviously BORED!! There is a reason why I kept away from this side of the law, coz it make no sense to moi, but unfortunately life has other plans for me and when you begin representing workers in courts, you need to smarten up and be aware of all the tactics that the corporates will employ to outwit the workmen of their measly 0.001 percent income in comparison to the profits being made by these companies. Pooh!!

Anyhow, since I am bored, I am looking for something to take my mind off bloody company law, therefore I blog and think uff wish something exciting happens to me! But then, wait a minute... hasnt my life been way too exciting in the past few months? I mean come on, the trial finally got over, i got involved in defending some other human rights defenders, things moving in professional front and most importantly the biggest development ever in my life.... :) obviously love love love...

Then why the hell am I not on some lovely beach, soaking the sun, talking sweet nothings with my beloved, or why am i not in Bombay sitting at marine drive, holding my beloved's hand staring into the wide expanse of the sea, or why am i not just on my terrace sipping tea, discussing future plans with my dear and getting lost in each others eyes...gahhhhhhh, because guide to companies act is beckoning me! uff bloody

Monday, July 18, 2011

as soon as

the case is over, im going to start writing Mirchpur diaries. promise to self and to you

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Paimona..... my latest craze

I am totally in love with this song. I had heard it for the first time in office as this is DJs ringtone and then I heard it again in US in the bus when we were going from one meeting to another, mr taxman had played it on his mobile phone. Just love it!! Have borrowed the lyrics from http://evocarememorie.blogspot.com/
This is where you will find the song  http://www.youtube.com/user/cokestudio


Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam..
Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam..
Man Aashiq-e Chashm-e Mast-e-Yarastam..
Man Aashiq-e Chashm-e Mast-e-Ya...rastam..
Bidee Bidee Ki Khumoor Astam..
Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam..

Chasmat Ke Bagh e Khutan Mein Mula..
Royat Mu Khula Phai Chaman Mein Mula...
Gul Robae Kunay Tharak Warak Muay Khunay
Mulalaay Zaray Bay Watan Miyayarat.......

Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam
Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam..
Man Aashiq-e Chashm-e Mast-e-Yarastam
Man Aashiq-e Chashm-e Mast-e-Ya...rastam
Bideh Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam....
Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam....

Azumadanay Tagar Khabar Mein Dashtan...
Peshae Ka Damat Kocha Ragul Mein Khushthan...
Tol May Khushtam Gul e Gulaab Mein Khushtan..
Khakay Ka Damat Khaday Gamay Wadashatan...
Paimona Bideh...

Paimona Bideh...
Paimona Bideh... Ki Khumaar Astam
Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar Astam..
Man Aashiq-e Chashm-e Mast-e-Yarastam
Man Aashiq-e Chashm-e Mast-e-Ya....rastam
Bideh Bideh... Wang Wang
Bideh Bideh... Why.. Why Why
Bideh Bideh Ki Khumoor Astam
Paimona Bideh Ki Khumaar....... Astam

English Translation:

Bring me the glass so I may lose myself
Bring me the glass so I may lose myself
I am in love with my beloved's intoxicating eyes
I am in love with my beloved's intoxicating eyes
Bring, bring so i may lose myself
Bring me the glass so I may lose myself

Your eyes light up the garden of Khutan
Your face lights up the roses in the gardens
Face like a flower, it gives petals their fragrance
The Land of my beloved is Lalazar

Bring me the glass so I may lose myself
Bring me the glass so I may lose myself
I am in love with my beloved's intoxicating eyes
I am in love with my beloved's intoxicating eyes
Bring, bring so i may lose myself
Bring me the glass so I may lose myself

If I hear of your arrival
I will spread a carpet of flowers under your feet
Spread flowers, spread rose flowers
I will sacrifice myself at the dust of your feet
Bring the glass...

Bring the glass...

Bring me the glass so I may lose myself
I am in love with my beloved's intoxicating eyes
I am in love with my beloved's intoxicating eyes
Bring, bring..
Bring, bring..
Bring, bring so i may lose myself
Bring me the glass so I may lose myself


URDU Translation:

Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye
Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye
Mein Yaar ki mast aankhon ka aashiq hun
Mein Yaar ki mast aankhon ka aashiq hun
De. de ke mujahy khumaar aa jaye
Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye

Tere aankheir jin se Baagh-eKhutan mein ronag hai
Tere Chehra Jis se chaman ke Gulaab mein ronaq hai
Phool sa chehra jis se patta patta mehekta hai
Yar Ka Watan Lalazar hai

Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye
Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye
Mein Yaar ki mast aankhon ka aashiq hun
Mein Yaar ki mast aankhon ka aashiq hun
De. de ke mujahy khumaar aa jaye
Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye

Agar tere aanay ki khabar mujhay milay
Mein tere qadmoon se pehle gali mein phool bichhaoon
Phool bichhaoon, gulaab ke phool bichhaoon
Tere qadmoon ke khaak per apna aap vaar dun
Jaam de...

Jaam de...

Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye
Mein Yaar ki mast aankhon ka aashiq hun
Mein Yaar ki mast aankhon ka aashiq hun
De, de..why why
De, de..why.. why why
De. de ke mujahy khumaar aa jaye
Aisa Jaam de Ke mujhe Kumaar aa jaye

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I love myself.......and my blog

Ya ya I know, I am slightly mad...... ok i take that back, I am quite mad, eccentric, difficult, dont have the usual inhibitions in life, speak my mind no matter what, dont get cowed down easily, love to laugh, bindass aka carefree, control freak, crazy about bags, bangles, jewelry, postcards, love food, spicy stuff, have a short attention span, have a face that can speak volumes without me opening my mouth, and for all of these reasons and others I love my self :)

And I love my blog because it is the cyber manifestation of all of these things about me.....heeheehee I love me