The frequent trips to Shirdi has made me a little less hyper about the overnight tripsI take. Few years back, I would take such a trip once a year and even once in 2-3 years. I would get all worked up before any trips. Lists would be made, packing checked and rechecked, all kind of medicines packed, a backup for every item possible making the bag more heavier.
Now I pack an hour before a short trip and still make it back safety without any travel disaster, yet. I guess experience makes you a little lazy.
Its a good thing that a girl does not sits beside me during journeys. I am too bad making conversations. I would rather sit there and keep at my side of the seat.
During the journey back from Shirdi, the boy next to me started talking to people around me. As I sat with my ear phones plugged to my cell phone, they were exchanging their visiting card. I can’t do that, strike a conversation with complete stranger, atleast not an intelligent one.
Journey’s are times when I am forced to sit still and that gives me time to think and most of the time I get bored thinking so I do the next best thing I am good at, I sleep.
It takes almost 6-8 hours to reach Mumbai. As we near Mumbai, traffic starts to build up. The more near to the end of the journey, the more impatient I become.
As we cross Dharavi and cross into Western Express Highway in Bandra, I see Garbage trucks own my the Municipality. Those huge monstrous truck are known for their rough driving. Smelly, they keep the city clean. I smile as I see them pass by.
If you observe the trucks, you might notice a peculiar habit of the truck drivers. Somewhere on the truck, mostly a pole of some kind, you will notice a soft-toy tied to the truck. Those cute teddy bears which were once clean and cuddly but now discarded find their way on these trucks proudly outrunning their life and still finding themselves useful.
I have noticed many garbage trucks having these soft-toys tied to the truck like they were some kind of prisoners. Not just teddy bears but Barbie/dolls and once I even found a Spider-man. I guess its a way in which the people working on the smelly truck try to make their job bearable.
Like we decorate our workplace, these people decorate their trucks. After all, its their job too.
Another thing I have observed in Mumbai are the stray dogs living quite carefree. Sleeping dangerously close to traffic or lying on a busy railway foot-over bridge, or a busy traffic junction, they hardly move for anybody. They just lie there wherever they are, lazily opening their eyes once in a while. The world around them moves on but they just sleep there.
Mumbaikars too just go around them. Mumbai has this typical characteristics. It has to move on, no matter what!
Mumbai is a busy city, always on the move without a moment to spare and Mumbai’s dog siting there watching the world and Mumbai change. Its a dog’s life!
I get down at Borivali. It takes me few minutes to get home. I had traveled for the last 8 hours and another journey came to an end!