Yet another random incident , the byproduct of my decision to be impulsive. I booked a ticket to Bombay and decided to ramble the streets with the good samaritan I had met in Nitte, Mr Anuj Uchil.
I wasn’t event sure when i would get back, I had never been the risk taking guy , I was one among those who always got to the airport two hours early and here I was in en route to Bombay without even booking a return ticket.I had made up my mind I would make the most out of all that I have got. One such thing happened even before my journey had actually begun,I Met Adil , the chimp rider. The Guy was one master piece , he rode all the way from Lucknow to Bangalore on his bike solo .He kept telling me how I should be doing something similar and the adventurous funda of it .Adil was a co-passenger , from the bus right behind mine,his story made a perfect coffee time treat. I hoped to meet him while we exchanged numbers at the small dhaba a little outside of Bangalore.
The morning was cold, I stepped into the streets of Sion. Anuj was on his way to pick me up. I decided to get my first cup of coffee from the amchi mumbai street and what are the odds that I would run into a Rahul , a fellow cyclist from Mumbai who went “ oh , you are from Bangalore , the most civilised people live there. You are welcome to Mumbai”. I chuckled at his Naivety while i enjoyed the treatment I was being given. I said bye to him to hug one among my favourite people , Anuj.
We got into the taxi of the infamous Ramu kaka, or so i assume ; ‘ you know , the taxi guys here don’t cheat and its gonna 140 bucks, which, you are paying.’ I nodded looking out the window . The streets of a city that I adored as a kid.
We walked out of a room we had just checked into, into the streets of the great Mumbai.We didn’t know anything, anything at all , we decided to embrace all that the city had to offer doing anything we wanted to while we still could.
V.T was the first place Anuj wanted me to go to, considering how close it is and locals should be fun for a guy who is not a Mumbaikar he joked.Struggling to the Byculla station we thought it might be a good idea to just ask where the station was , we were taken back by surprise as of how this man actually guided us to a bus station which could get us to the place in just ten minutes. He waited till we got the right bus , “ so much for not being the most civilised people “ , i thought in my head.
We got off to the streets of VT, the scent of the incense sticks and crowded walk ways, typically Mumbai ! Anuj was as euphoric as me to see the crowd at the Local station.Huge british constructions. We were awed like a toddler out of his nest.Then began our rambling sessions. first day marked 18.54km on my health app. We had to call ourselves “The Ramblers” , we just had to, roaming the streets of colaba, nariman point and countless other infamous streets, another one of which i recall is Pasta street , fancy innit ? Also we couldn’t be more grateful to the Digital mapping system.
Day two made us experience the local trains, according to anuj “ if you haven’t been in one after coming to Bombay, you haven’t experienced the Mumbaikar life. This is the backbone of this city ”. We got into a train that took us to Bandra…. after a long walk and ache in our backs we sat on a parapet outside a typically old fashion store . A couple of minutes of googling let us know that we weren’t far from Bandstand. We as expected walked another couple or more furlongs to see one of the most beautiful places in the Bombay suburb .
The journey for the day ended in the King Edwards Memorial Hospital, Lower Parel where Anuj’s elder blood awaited us. The place was a mess, dogs , cats and humans sharing the same platform happens to be one of the best medical colleges in India. Ashwija looked like someone had drained the life out of her, engineering was not that bad after all I thought.The night was spent at the marine drive, Anuj and I sat there discussing small, big and all that happened in our lives.
Day three started late, an omelet pav and coffee at the YMCA canteen kicked started a day that was gonna be far more experiencing than the past two.We spend the whole morning in a Coffee day discussing our secretive plans for the future till our lady friend decided to call us .Half hour later we were waiting in front of Regel, awed by the moving crowd and enormously large British buildings. Again we rolled out into the streets for her to shop, it was more of a licence to check out hot girls who bargained over a 200 bucks sandal. She then introduced me to the mouth watering Dhabeli , a distant cousin to the vada pav.
As she bid adieu to us , Anuj and I gazed at each other, exchanging the inner thoughts. Alright , we are going to Ville-Parle he declared. I nodded , in another half of an hour we were on a skywalk that never ended. We plotted a place in the remote Andheri to which we walked talking about all that we possibly could.The rest of the night saw a the couple of drunk ramblers, oh you guess , it was more than just fun.
The next day morning Anuj help me board a bus to Pune , he acted like my big brother , making me wait by the side while he enquired about the busses and made sure i got the right bus !
A journey that was totally random , that was the best outcome to my possibly weird impulsiveness was coming to an end. While my heart throbbed to stay back i wanted to get back to the weird codes of salesforce. Sometime soon i whispered. Sometime soon….
P.S: Happy Bday Anuj. You sharp-witted bastardy !