Mumbai salsa

After a long time and enough of boredom, I’m back to share my experiences with two regular and one casual reader. A long post, after a long time. Let me start with 2nd June 2009 :

41 messages and 23 calls marked that I have turned 19. The most unexpected thing is that it all happened in Mumbai. 73 new notifications on facebook(which I still can’t use wisely)made it clear that I’m going to have a tough time replying them. I met Sankalp Sir that day and the confirmed internship came to be the best birthday gift ever. For the first time Mumbai seemed to be good, as I was walking on the clouds [sky walk as it is called location - bandra]. I was not at all surprised when ajinkya told me that it is a failed project, after all it is Mumbai, how can one appreciate the sense of space and calmness. I loved it as much as a Mumbaikar would hate it.

June 3rd - I was enjoying my Mumbai yatra with a guide who has no direction sense. Went to colaba and came across the oldest café I have ever visited – Leopolds. Being a Shantaram bhakta it was really nice to be there till it came to paying Rs.35 for 300ml sprite. I cursed David Roberts for mentioning the place in his book. It is a nice place if you have a big wallet/you’ve got angrej friends.

I had the best internship one could ever imagine of…. All play and no work makes shakti a grown up guy. All that gyan he gave me will be discussed in the next post.
Three things are there for sure – I’m not in love, I miss manipal the most, Media industry is a bitch.[can you beat that BABA] More of melodrama later.

P.S : It’s time to go senti as my internship is about to end and Sankalp sir is leaving for Nagpur. No more intelligent chats, musical evenings and gmail. I’m gonna miss this place…