if you visit Mumbai, you will never be sad because mumbai infrastructure is not really bad you will be happy to walk on broken roads your health problems cured through bumpy zones sit in an auto rickshaw, ride through potholed roads one by one they come out, your kidney stones no need to go for a massage or to a spa travel in mumbai locals and get yourself squashed if you find no room in the town to stay under the bridge there is bathroom space Mumbai is the urban town, you can walk freely in your night gown you know?
You could shout, you could scream till your throats runs dry, but what use is it for deaf and blind? he hears not your voices nor your agony he see You could pinch his soul, cry or squeeze off his cheeks. Understood, is the pain by those who feel the weight of struggles of a common man cushioned heart sees not the hardened path It is but a fiction for the person who lives in a dream.
I found’ His Master Voice’ Gramophone At Chor Bazaar. It looked sad and lonely. Looking for listener None left any more. Ipod killed the superstar Once a pride of elite home In comfortable corner, it sat Surrounded by soft pillows Where people rested While Gramophone sang In voice clear and loud Reproducing sounds That soothes the nerves But today it sits At Chor Bazaar, Idle, unwanted Waiting to be taken home By some music lover There are none Ipod killed the superstar. This was the device introduced in 1877 to recording
and reproduction of sound music.
Day two: In the month of December, I am participating in Marathon Blogger to write one post per day, on one of my blogs.