From the streets of Mumbai.....

From the streets of Mumbai to the Square Mile of London, the biggest revolution in ma life, wasn't a manageable affair as it seemed. Falling apart from family & friends has never been easy but the thought that "Will we meet again" gave a gloomy look to ma face covering all the excitement of flying to a city where all have just dreamed of. With packing all the shopping which i did and the gifts which i got, i was ready to fly leaving 21 yrs of ma life behind and with an intention to see the world and get something out of it. I was not the only 1 who was doing this, there were 1000's of em but i can say i was among the few who did it with just a fortnight of planning. It was only when i got the Visa i was sure that i'll be flying and for the same reason i dint leave ma job until i got the visa. I must say it was never been possible without God's support. Resigning from the office wasn't as vigorous as leaving all the friends which i made over a period of just 3 months in the office. The bond was strong but the reason too prodigious. And i remember the last day of work, a little bit of crying, the sadness on some faces and the unoriginal laughter. ma way back to home from the office on my "Pulsar" reminisced me of all the things which i did over that period in the office, the visit to the cinema, the outing to Lonavala which was so much fun, the refreshment of the Booyah and the time spend just in making the list of things which i would need in the other city. Leaving all the memories and riding towards a new life. The ride distant me from the office and in the last few days i got the news about ma manager moaning over ma work which i never did actively. At 11 on the last night came all ma area friends to say the final goodbye and before which i had never given a thought that i'll be leaving all of 'em and when that thought came i was speechless. To console myself i said "every1 has to go through this and this is life, you have to take it as it comes." They then started counting the things which i will be missing, the list was too long with all of us including me laughing. Not much of which i miss as i get most of it here but the 1 thing which i miss a lot and i will never forget for the whole of ma life is the "every sunday cricket" which i religiously played without missing even a single sunday."I miss cricket ma frnd i miss it a lot, and miss all the fights, the cheating, the shor (shout), the collection of money for the ball, and the chai n pepsi waali match where the losers treat the winners for chai n pepsi. I miss 'em all". And finally the day arrived when i had to fly leaving those 21 yrs, the day went mostly on ma cell making and recieving calls, talking to all ma relatives, ma brothers n sisters. At last i was so tired with talking to so many of them and every1 saying the same thing again n again "apna khayal rakhna, khaana accha khaana, namaz nai chodna, touch me rahna, sihat ka khayal rakhna, jacket liye ke nai, thandi bahot rahegi waha and last but not the least sabko salam bolna" but then i had to listen to all. Before embarking the last thing which i felt was that i was leaving ma mom and going. I only felt this when i was about to embark and i can't jot down the memories which i had with her. And now i can say i miss her the most and the only 1 who i miss is her. Hasta la Vista Mumbai...