Written on 2 April 2011, but couldn't post this earlier due to my usual laziness. My first entry after a long time and first of Mumbai.
Its been over 6 months since i have written something. But today i think god has all the plans to leave me with no option but to write or else get bored and while away time as i have been doing since last more than 5 hours.
2 April 2011, India will remember this date forever as the wait finally ended,thirst finally quenched, when India won the ICC World Cup, the coveted and the most craved treasure. But for me i have a lot of reasons to not to forget it.
The day started with some undesirable sms and phone call which though very evident and obvious was finally send to me making things formally settled. Poor me was not even aware that this is just the beginning and the day will reveal its true colours as the sun will set. With me landing on Mumbai airport, puzzled with the options to where to park myself for the day took a choice or rather was convinced to take a choice which might not be the best of the option. And then the things started getting uglier. Carrying a luggage of around 28 kgs i boarded the local train. The only good thing that happened was that some gentleman offered his service to help me board the train. But seriously speaking the disembarking and climbing bridges really tested my legs and my weight lifting capacity.
Thoroughly tired and soaked in sweat i came to know that the person where i was supposed to stay has no rooms available. To this i laughed and somehow got the clue that yea my boy this is not your day and beware there are still 4 and a half hour left for the day.
Frantically calling people trying to make arrangements for one day led me to choose my friends residence who was on duty in a hotel. Waiting outside wanting desperately to watch the Final, i managed to get hold of an unsecured wireless router on top of the building and saw the last 20 mins of the match. The match ended and the router power went down and the wait started again. With my laptop charge breathing its last breath, it was becoming more and more difficult to while away time.
It was then and as i write my last line the clock ticks 5:00 A.M. The poor guy was rushed by a flurry of people enjoying and celebrating India's win causing the hotel to do an overshift and making me wait till 4:00 A.M. outside, partially sleeping for an hour or so in an unknown taxi asking the taxi owner to have mercy and let me rest for a while.
Mumbai chapter has started with a very intriguing note. I guess the other days are better than this.
Till then Ciao
Its been over 6 months since i have written something. But today i think god has all the plans to leave me with no option but to write or else get bored and while away time as i have been doing since last more than 5 hours.
2 April 2011, India will remember this date forever as the wait finally ended,thirst finally quenched, when India won the ICC World Cup, the coveted and the most craved treasure. But for me i have a lot of reasons to not to forget it.
The day started with some undesirable sms and phone call which though very evident and obvious was finally send to me making things formally settled. Poor me was not even aware that this is just the beginning and the day will reveal its true colours as the sun will set. With me landing on Mumbai airport, puzzled with the options to where to park myself for the day took a choice or rather was convinced to take a choice which might not be the best of the option. And then the things started getting uglier. Carrying a luggage of around 28 kgs i boarded the local train. The only good thing that happened was that some gentleman offered his service to help me board the train. But seriously speaking the disembarking and climbing bridges really tested my legs and my weight lifting capacity.
Thoroughly tired and soaked in sweat i came to know that the person where i was supposed to stay has no rooms available. To this i laughed and somehow got the clue that yea my boy this is not your day and beware there are still 4 and a half hour left for the day.
Frantically calling people trying to make arrangements for one day led me to choose my friends residence who was on duty in a hotel. Waiting outside wanting desperately to watch the Final, i managed to get hold of an unsecured wireless router on top of the building and saw the last 20 mins of the match. The match ended and the router power went down and the wait started again. With my laptop charge breathing its last breath, it was becoming more and more difficult to while away time.
It was then and as i write my last line the clock ticks 5:00 A.M. The poor guy was rushed by a flurry of people enjoying and celebrating India's win causing the hotel to do an overshift and making me wait till 4:00 A.M. outside, partially sleeping for an hour or so in an unknown taxi asking the taxi owner to have mercy and let me rest for a while.
Mumbai chapter has started with a very intriguing note. I guess the other days are better than this.
Till then Ciao
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