Mumbai Masala

Travelling in local train with a lot of cash is thrilling… But the thrill becomes terror in one sec of carelessness. What if fate has something else in store for you? You hand over the cash to the concerned person and move out to n’joy Mumbai night, but fate still follows you. .. Standing in the crowded dominos to get the order was fun. As they say there are two types of girls, Beautiful Girls and Very Beautiful Girls. Those of VBG types made the time count memorable. She was white like milk. She was standing very close to me that I could sense the perfume she used. Touch of her soft fingers over mine made me feel like heaven. My friend was standing next to a table to be free soon, but her soft voice made me forget about my friend. Her innocent request to use the table was irresistible. I became selfish for a moment and pulled the chair for the young lady as a gentleman. I could sense the anger in my friend’s eyes. I promised to provide him with a much better ambiance. I guided him to the beach, where we sat on a rented chattai.
Cool breeze from the sea made me feel like her soft fingers moving all over me. Necklace view of the marine drive reminded me that I’m carrying my Canon with me. I took some pics of the beach and way my friends were relaxing in the mat having Dominos with coke. I don’t know from where he came from but all of a sudden the guy who rents the mat came near me and told he has something to talk to me. He took me near the sea, and told me that he is a CID. He was shabbily dressed and he pulled out his identity card. During that process I got a glance of the revolver he was trying to hide between his belly and his pants. May be he got a clue of my observation and suddenly he covered it up with the mats he was holding. I felt as if the sand below my feet moving away.
He wanted to use my camera. He said he was following some one very notorious and is a threat to the national security. His mobile phone is not working in the night mode and wanted to capture something very important. As I refused, he suggested using his memory card in my cam. He was pleading me to use my cam. I was in a catch22 situation, will I be helping this man for the cause of national security and putting my camera in a risk. As he again showed me his CID ID card, I was looking around and hoping the camera man will come out and some one will make me wear the bakra cap. But nothing of that sort happened. Suddenly his phone start ringing and he took out his blackberry and started talking in fluent English.
Things were getting bad, I could see at a distance a cop in his bike exchanging something with another shabbily dressed man. Things were getting complicated. The only thing I wanted to do now was to get away from the hotspot and move my ass to my home. We slowly left the beach and went got back to Lower Parel. I was feeling a bit relaxed as I reached my home railway station, but only to see a dead body being moved away from the spot where he got killed.
But Mumbai was still so cool, nobody cares about anyone…. Life goes on here, what ever happens. Young VB girl I met in Dominos and the guy with a revolver in the beach, all are parts and parcel of Mumbai. As I slowly walk towards my home I could read the T shirt of a smart model like figure walking opposite to me… It read “I Love Mumbai”