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Wednesday Prompt 2014 #19: The Perfect Life

The Perfect Life

This post is written as part of Wednesday Prompt 2014 #19 hosted on and given by Vidya of ( The prompt is about two pictures I treasure. No prize for guessing! I have chosen Marine Drive where I was spending my lonely evenings, the time I made my Mumbai my home. The first picture was clicked by me and the second one depicting the crazy monsoon at Gateway of India belongs to Amitabh Bachchan who shared the monsoon bash on his profile. For once, old memories were re-kindled as I took the down memory lane, remembering the emotions of the yore, exactly as it unfurled. Hope you enjoy reading!


It was the summer of 2007. My first tryst with the Mumbai Monsoon. Lonely evenings spent at Marine Drive as the ear plug hooked to my ears, lolling by the sea and sitting on the parapet, the new and expensive Nokia camera phone  slinking inside my jeans pocket. I ordered a chai and a cigarette from the mobile tea seller as he gave me a snippet of life in Dharavi slums, the lakhs buried under the rocks. Listening to RJ Kalindi on Radio Mirchi’s selection of old songs aired for Purani Jeans. I tossed a coin in the tiny hands of the two street urchins. They called me Seth and smiled innocently to me. We became friends and the day would brighten up when I see their vivacious faces, their zest for life. They were not just five-year-old beggars but my friends. We had an amazing chemistry and when they saw me, they leaped with joy, mumbling some songs like the chirpy birds.

At times, I climbed the parapet to feel the violent stormy wind and Monsoon rain slapping me on the face. I was living life King Size, admiring the sky-crapers and dreaming to dine at ITC when I make the Moolah. Where have those days gone? Images flashed back and it feels as if it happened yesterday. The celebration of life, blue-and-yellow colored iconic Amby taxis and BEST Buses zooming past me, the night walkers taking long steps. I walked back to the hostel, just over the road as I crossed the maddening traffic. It was past midnight and the gates would close. Just in time to enter my heavenly abode as I opened my window wide to get a view of the sea from far. On an early morning. I would spot Anil Ambani, sweating profusely, followed by the Black Cats, guns in arms. I would admire the man who calls the shots and decide the future of million of Indians. I dreamed his life and how tough it is to be one of the Ambanis.

The Gateway of India stood tall as I pushed my back to the wall, droplets of water falling on my face and feeling a rush of the waves breaking the walls behind my back. I stood, admiring the Taj. No! 9/11 didn’t happen as yet. I took long, brisk walks to enjoy every moment of the priceless monsoon, the season we gear up to. Who cares about the Tee or Jeans who is soaked in water, pure heavenly bliss. The shoes plodding into water pool as I exude, ‘aye’. It was the season to die for and often I wondered, ‘What if the heavy rains carried me in its belly? I don’t know how to swim and wouldn’t survive’ It sent me in a tizzy imagining to be consumed by the fury of nature.

A call from a friend or texting my love, telling her excitedly that I am standing in the rain, to get drenched. ‘It’s blessing’, I tell her. She giggled, thinking her lover has gone mad. I walked away from the Gateway,whizzled past Bade Miyan on foot and plonked inside Baghdadi. I ordered Beef Fry and the huge Naan. I settled my bill, all 30 bucks. I braved the stormy weather, humming, ‘aaj mausam bada beimaan hai, aaj mausam bada shaitan hai.’ I stop at the Pan shop, asking for ten classic mild, Wills Cigarettes and next stop, the wine shop as I slunk the quarter Imperial Blue Whisky and the Soda in the bag. Which better way to quench my thirst and welcome the Monsoon inside my hostel room? I view Marine Drive from the hostel window, cast a glance at our neighbors, the girls from Telang Hostel.

It was a life I celebrated King size in 2007 and 08. A flawless existence as I roamed the streets of Mumbai like a vagabond in gay abandon. How I wish those times would come back! The perfect life! An exact picture painted and running wild in my imagination.

Soothing the nerves as the rain droplets flirted with my skin.

The first shower as I stood like a statue at Marine Drive,

the place is divine where I craft dreams in my head and soul.

How I wish I could make it in the city of immense possibilities!

A perfect life as the violent wind pushes the body beyond gravity,

hair drenched in the water as I feel like doing the rain dance.

Who cares bout’ the people?

They think I am mad and let them  cast aspersion on my character,

It’s Monsoon.

May be just a dream.

I made memories.

How I wish those carefree days would be back.

With Love






Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

42 thoughts on “Wednesday Prompt 2014 #19: The Perfect Life

    1. Thanks Sir and I am so glad it reminded you of the awesome Mumbai memories. I was staying just opposite Marine Drive and what a treat it’s been for me. I so miss those days:)

  1. Very emotional post from the pen of of a young man, admiring the scene on the Marine Drive. His hopes and and ambitions for the future are so genuinely wrapped in his whole being. Loved reading this narrative, which has an under current of ambitions and hopes for the future.

    1. Thank u so much, Usha Ma’am. They were the flawless days of an idealist, dreaming to make it big in terms of ambitions and hope at Marine Drive, witnessing my dreams. Guess, things are changing and ambitions altered..dunno whether I should dream after tasting bitter life realities:) Yeah, those were the days.

    1. Welcome here Aparna. I swear I so miss the Monsoon, carving priceless memories. Right now it’s raining and I am outside India, it feels nice. But, nothing like the Indian Monsoon, absolutely magical:)

    1. I am happy for u, Trisha. To be honest, I am not very happy where I am and that’s why wanna get the life I left behind back or go to a new place to make fresh memories:)

  2. Beautiful! The imagery I got in ma mind as soon as you mentioned monsoons. Anyways I shall post about monsoons too once I reach back day after and get the feel of it 😀

    1. Hey Kikbee thanks for stopping by. m sure u can’t wait to feel the blissful Indian monsoon..can’t wait to read ur poetry in motion weaving a storm in the monsoon:)

  3. I like reading the recollections of your past and thought this one a very pleasant one. It was easy to visualise your actions and emotions, and it’s obvious from reading that you truly miss those days.

  4. Sometimes it’s easy to get so wrapped up in days of our past that we miss glimpses of a fulfilling future. I’m sure you will have another phase in life where you’ll realize things are good!

    1. U so right Jannat and we should enjoy the moments coz living in the past fetters growth. I hope to make new memories in new places in life and why not US? I love big cities and would love to stay in your part of the world, someday:)

  5. Feeling nostalgic to read this, Vishal. Even I love these pics & have taken many pics in these places of Mumbai 🙂 They mean a lot!

    1. Mumbai is totally worth and an experimental journey to be relished. A world in itself. Was staying near Marine Drive in a hostel subsided by Indian Govt, 1600 monthly for sea facing room..Nariman Point was minutes away and in the mnin would walk to relish heart felt Poha, Sheera breakfast with tea. Life was so perfect and miss that life. Evenings till midnight was spent walking at Marine Drive and sitting peacefully:)

      1. hehe! I know..been lucky paid 10000 rent over six mths per semester n 13000 k deposit, add to that geyser and water cooler plus two landlines per floor,,
        In chgate was a steal:) How I wish I could get back those days!!

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