Last weekend in Mumbai was fantastic. For the first time I noticed that University Physics Dept. is heaven for nature lovers. ;) After that eyeful feast of bird-watching we (Vaibhav and me) headed towards Andheri to meet Swapnil. Not to mention, as usual in his unique way he showed all his love for us and this time it was witnessed by our ears and hair. I just wonder how somebody can give such torture to a man behind wheel in bumper to bumper traffic.
Ameya’s office is in Pawai, Hiranandani. That’s the wonderful place. Hardly ever I saw any builder/developer putting so many efforts on the exteriors. Buildings in that part of the city are as beautiful as crowd over there.
That night we went to Warali Sea link. Fortunately Vidyadhar was there to direct us. This guy knows every road and every lane in the city may be because he lived all his life in Dadar or may be due to his marketing job. And when Ameya and Vidyadhar both are there its obvious to keep all the gossip we had about Spectrum unmentioned.
It was almost fifty minutes in more than half kilometer queue which allowed us to enter Sea link. People were so crazy to watch it that they came in taxies, buses and even in tempo with entire family. It was more like tourist spot than a mere bridge connecting two shores of the city. But the beauty of this sea link made my hour long struggle with clutch and break really worth.
I don’t know whether it’s my perception or what but I hardly ever saw any building, any structure in independent India made with eye of beauty. Look at those made during British rule, whether it’s GPO in Mumbai, Railway Terminus like CST or even Mandai in Pune, all these places were made for public use, but are so beautiful that any visitor to these places will obviously praise them. Definitely it was not proud feeling for me while I was on the sea link but certainly it was great pleasure to watch the most beautiful sculpture in independent India by Indian engineers.
That day was Ashadhi Ekadashi and it started raining heavily on that day, as if Vitthal has heard Marathi people’s cry. I love rain, but I think I will write about it sometime later. It’s getting too long here (and I am feeling sleepy). So… Goodbye Mumbai.
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