Rains, BMC, Politicians………a depressing week…..lightened by a lovely article received….that puts Mumbai in the right perspective & more important helps us remember why we still love it!

” A City where everything is possible; especially the impossible.

Where lovers first love and then marry; where there is place for every Tom, Dick and Harry.

Where telephone bills make a person ill,

Where a person cannot sleep without a pill; where carbon dioxide is more than oxygen.

Where the road is considered to be a dustbin; where college canteens are full and classes empty.

Where a cycle reaches faster than a car; where everyone thinks himself to be a star.

Where sky scrapers overlook the slum; where houses collapse as the monsoon comes.

Where people first act and then think; where there is more water in the pen than ink.

Where the roads see….saw in monsoon; where the beggars become rich soon.

Where the roads are levelled when the minister arrives.

Where college admission means hard cash; where cement is frequently mixed with ash.

THIS IS MUMBAI…………………

But don’t fear, just cheer,
Come to Mumbai every year!
Woh elco ki pani puri,
woh chowpatty ki chaat,
woh Natural’s ki ice cream,
woh usme thi kuch baat.
Woh tiwari ki mithai,
woh raste ka dosa.
Woh shivsagar ki pav bhaji
aur Guru kripa ka samosa.
Woh local train ka ’suffer’,
woh juhu beach ki hawa,
woh chowpatty ke tange
aur joggers park ka sama.
Woh holi ki masti,
woh navratri ka garba,
Woh divali ke phatake,
aur ganpati ka shor o sharaba.
Woh peak hours ki traffic,
woh BEST ki rush,
woh tadapti garmi mein,
Snowmans ka ek kala khatta slush,
Woh sterling ka popcorn aur
Cotton world mein shopping.
Woh Fashion Street ka nazara
aur Nariman point ki building.
Woh cinema ke queue,
woh black ki ticket,
who ShivajiPark ka maidan,
jahan practice karte the cricket.
Itni cheezen kehene ke baad
aur kitni karoon mein badai,
Yeh shehar hain mera apna,
jiska naam hai MUMBAI

Yeh Hai MUMBAI meri Jaah