CHERISH with HARISH

Every morning, at the Andheri station as I stand, I see millions of dreams, multiple lives, fighting with each other, over-taking each other, amidst all the announcements of the trains coming, I see the train, the shining Local, all set to accomodate all the dreams inside. We all jump up on the dream on wheels. The journey begins... Each train is a world in its own right, Full of races, full of people getting late, full of noises, full of illogical jokes people laugh on, full of the Mumbai I see and know of, full of ...Life, There is a reason why are they called the dream on wheels! As I stand waiting for Bandra to come, I see a group of people playing music and singing, these are all religious songs, as loud as the train sounds are, sung in voices which are absolutely brilliant, in terms of power and talent. The train approaches Bandra, I see them stop singing, packing up, They are all office goers, who just sing for the time to pass. Absolutely awesome

In the early morning darkness, all alone, I wait for light. With a couple of buses in motion, and an odd taxi on the road, I sit by that wait for sun-rise, I just wait for light. Last night was darker than the darkest, but some wise man told me to wait for the sunrise. He said it makes one happy. The whloe night i have been waiting, checking corners, waiting for it to glow, I just wait for light. There were no spaces to rest, nor was the will to, with so many good stories about the sun, I spend the whole night being awake, i just wait for light. They asked me to leave. They asked me to sleep off. They offered me money and coupons. They were all active men of the dark. But I, just wait for light. It is so early that it is not even morning yet, but I can feel it coming. So dark, that you know that there can be light anytime. I just wait for light. The breeze was painfully cold last night, but suddenly it feels good. The skies had no indication of light the whole night, but now, i see so

I had a knee meniscus injury for the last 5 years. I love walking and exploring places, but I could not walk because of the pain. But this May, I had a surgery. We were all very scared that will my foot be normal ever again. My mother is not that religious but she took a vow in some temple in Haridwar, that if I can normally again she would come back to the temple. That was the first time I saw my mother something like that. I was moved. I came back to Mumbai after the surgery. I could walk with some problem inside my knee in the beginning. As time passed, it started becoming normal again. And I could walk again…climb stairs again at the station…pretty much the way I did before. I started exploring places again, by walk. My doctor had told me to walk as much as I could, as that was considered good for a meniscal injury. So I almost gave up taking rickshaws just for the joy of walking and exploration. I shifted to this place (4 bungalows) which is quite close to my

This hot summer afternoon, I sit next to the lake, An artificial lake they made a couple of years ago, With a massive afternoon in the center, Cooling everything around, From the ducks in the lake, To the breeze around. I sit there facing the cool droplets hitting on my face, And I wonder how true the truth is, How real is the reality? Are the people who walk around the lake real? Or is that sweet smell of water falling on the mud more real? Are the Gods we worship more real? Than the ‘heroes’ we see on celluloid? I ask, as I sit next to the lake… Are the people whom I see every day more troubled, Than the people I face inside me? I still wonder who is more real. Are the smiles around more real? Than the crying sounds I hear in the background? I ask as I sit next to the lake… These are unimportant questions, coming up from deep inside, these are doubts which won’t make a difference, but yeah, I ask as I sit next to the l

I have a terrible ear ache now, because of the cold.   It is quite a childhood thing. Whenever I would have a cold, I would have an ear ache and I remember as a kid, it would be bad. As a kid I would never cry easily, but this ear ache was terrible, making me cry the whole night, in pain. I remember how my mom would get me books (at night) with pictures of exotic animals, to deviate my mind but I would continue crying. I remember my mom’s sad and helpless face. I remember what the doctor would say back then, holding my ear, “ It is a child’s membrane. It would stop as soon he is 10!” I am 24 and it is still there, pretty much like the way it was back then, when my mom would face the ear ache of her only son, while her husband was posted in the field guarding the nation. Tonight, just to deviate my mind from the terrible ear ache, I decided to write on my blog and you know what, it’s helping! I can have pain-killers and sleep, but I do not taking allopathic medicines o

MAMI, as it was called till last year was changed to Mumbai Film Festival (Thanks to the change in the sponsors) and it was on. I went to the movie hall to find out more about it. Before going to the hall I had heard that if have an AD's (Assistant Director's) Card, I would have to pay less. I reached the counter. So I saw the categories: Normal- 1400/- and IFTD (Indian Film and Tv directors) card: 1000/-. I was about to go for the 2nd option and I saw the third category ( Students- 800/- ) I saw this and I was happy. I took out my expired NID card and got entry. The joy of a film festival apart from the films being screened is the fact that I could watch any 'n' number of films for 800 bucks. With that excitement I entered cine max. And what was better was that the films were getting screened at the Gold class halls. So unlike the Osian's (Siri Fort, Delhi), there would be halls with a better sound and better chairs too! The joy was amazing and indescriba

So I am back to my blog. I don't know why or why not? I am just back! So the stay at Mumbai has been getting better and the more accustomed I am to the city, there are new and interesting places I see. There are slums, there are tall skyscrapers and then there are PEOPLE. The city is filled with people, and too many of them! The city is what it is just because of this gem which it has...ITS PEOPLE! People fighting, people competing, people getting lost, people smiling...they are everywhere. You cannot imagine a frame in Mumbai without it's gem...its people! After staying in Jogeshwari for the last 6 months, I am moving to my new house in 4 bungalow (Andheri). Staying here alone is what is fun. I make coffee, I watch films, I sleep, I sketch,I read, I think, I write, I do anything, there are no schedules I follow according to the world, No time-tables I follow...I just need money to sustain a living. That's it. Why do i need more? There's no need as such. I just