Mumbai Musings

So am in Mumbai now, a fact I should have probably reported around two months back when I actually came here. But in my defense, have just got an internet connection now. Before this, it was just two visits to the cyber café per day (one in the morning, one in the evening) which happens to be a good one kilometer away. And when you’re in the café, you don’t really feel creative enough to be blogging. You just want to check your mail and get the hell out of there. Don’t know why. Maybe it’s that constant sense of the clock ticking away, making you want to make full productive use of every passing minute before ten rupees turns to twenty. Whatever. The point is it’s irritating. My logic for those two months was that by reducing my internet activity to this strict time duration, I would be able to discipline myself into using my lappy for strictly writing purposes. Plus, the daily walks to and fro would be good for my health.

It is only recently that I realized the true subconscious reason why I did so was to actually save money on all those installation charges and monthly rents which, though guaranteeing online access 24/7, can turn out to be pretty heavy on the pocket of a guy who is currently struggling to make ends meet with a sole part-time job as the only redemption from being completely unemployed.

That’s right. Am working as a part-time assistant script writer now. Know that sounds exciting, and well, it’s a good start, but that’s all that can be termed as “happening” in my life right now. Otherwise it’s the whole day spent alone in my 1 room kitchen apartment here in Goregaon now. Am sharing it with two other former SPW classmates, but since both of them have gone home for indefinite periods, so the place is pretty much to myself. It’s not that bad. One thing I have realized is that I really don’t mind living alone. Kinda helps me concentrate, and I seem to be one of those human beings who are naturally immune to loneliness. Plus, if the rent gets too heavy to manage, then I could always sell some of my absconding flatmates' luggage and mattresses. Hee, hee.