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It has been almost 10 long years since I cought that fateful train on 11th Aug 1998 from my hometown Ranchi. Then I had a dream in my eyes of making it big in Mumbai, one more to add up to those 1000s, I must say the city of dream was not so kind in the beginning as I had to spend the first night here at the platform… sounds romantic straight out of Bollywood script, one more of many thing for which Mumbai is famous for…
Time changed, I changed and so did the dreams… Mumbai became a karmabhoomi…
On a busy day, I still try to stop and gaze the skyscrapers and become nostalgic about that naive boy who came here with a dream in his eyes, I become nostalgic of times in 2001 when I started working and was trying to sell Stall space for an Exhibition and in the bargain was insulted by numerous Jewellers and their Watchmen… I still think of the guy who had to walk the streach from Andheri to Mahim because he did not had a penny in his pocket to eat or pay the bus fare-8 years back Event Management was not such a lucrative carrier that it is today. The I think of those resolve of not returning home a “looser” with shattered dream… each day a fighting chance to get a knuckle hold in the event management industry and trying to be successful… time passed… years flew and Mumbai beckoned my dreams… gave me a home when I was searching for one… gave me hurdles to strengthen my resolve… and gave me hope, when I thought there was none… Mumbai… My Home & My City…
The eyes become dreamy once again… din of the city that I love so much and identify myself with diminishes….and I go back to that naive boy sleeping on the platform, scared of the crowd and loneliness but dreams in his eyes and resolve in his spirits.