Between Whew and Wow, a life passes by...

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A lot has been happening. Wild luscious capriciousness of life and friendships. I have just returned from a real quick trip to Goa and am going on another real quick trip to Goa tomorrow again. Work is piling up but  I can only think of getting hold of a chalice to store the amazing greyness of the skies. Of course, in time I have to get down and work off each assignment solidly. Maybe later.

What comes to mind, though, is the new development on Juhu beach. Every monsoon, Mumbai rains leave behind a monumental emblem. This time, it seems to be a ship stranded near Juhu beach. The other day, I was stuck in front of the beach for nearly four hours. The entire populace of Maharashtra seems to have descended upon that spot. There was police bandobast everywhere and people looked happy and crazed. The beach looked as if a large jar of colourful pills had smashed open and the pills were rolling out all over the place.

Beyond the milling crowds, though, was the mighty sea. Heaving and rising like a dormant force in a restless consciousness. And there was the stranded ship - beautiful, solid, grey and sepulchral. It seemed as if a somber Godfather had come to take his place at the head of a table for dinner.

Being stuck at traffic was mesmerizing. Strange times indeed.
Location: Mumbai suburban, Maharashtra, India

Comments

Anonymous said…
A picturesque explanation
3:55 PM
Mukta Raut said…
Thanks Sandip,

How are you? :-)
6:14 PM
subbulakshmistoned said…
Goa after Goa? Wow indeed!
7:44 PM
Mukta Raut said…
he he! i like that phrase: Goa after Goa...
10:34 PM
Anonymous said…
nice one i heard it.. it sud be looking very nice on a rainy day with some samosas and tea in hand and viewing that hugeness :) :)
3:05 PM
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