Hopelessly in love with Chaos

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City has a character and a spirit of its one. The first time I laid my eyes upon Mumbai, the first word that came into my head was CHAOS. People call it the city of dreams, I didn't understand what they meant. All that I could see was the ubiquitous filth and people everywhere.

The first person I spoke to in this city was a taxi driver on my way from the airport to Andheri. I had to listen to him abuse me for my poor Hindi and yet again I was the unwanted Madarasi. There are so many words in this world, of which some really sting. That one stings me hard, some ask me to take it in my stride. That is an art I am yet to perfect. The first few months here were not the best. I hated the uncalled rain which poured at its will with no mercy what so ever on me. 

My relationship with Mumbai is like is like a typically Indian movie story. There is this boy who loves a girl, he might not be the best but love triumph all. The city might have its flaws it sure did win my heart. The last time I went home, I actually missed Mumbai. I felt like it is now my new home. It is odd how you spend most of your life in a city then in matter of a year, it is not your city anymore, just a visitor. Life changes and it takes you to places that are far away from home. Human mind hates change, thus it resits at first, finally it yields.

I once used to hate the local train. Now it is a part and parcel of my life. The blue/pink/red color lighting in auto (the rick as people here say), the buildings in Marine drive, the naughty monsoons, the list is endless. I love the people of the city. They seem more cosmopolitan and open. All these are reason that I thought hard to justify my love. I know that for somethings there is no reason or rhyme. I love Chennai because it is home. Home is where the heart lies. Why am I insanely in love with this city? I am able to love it despite its poverty, maddening traffic, crazy pollution and billions of other issues. True love is unconditional, effortless and many a times baseless. I love Mumbai the way it is, with all its glory and shortcoming.... Just hopelessly in love with the epitome of chaos...   

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