And here i go switching sides again.

Damn, i was angry yesterday

A good night of sleep + increased niccotine and caffeine intake + my best friends birthday (GREAT excuse to not study) = bliss.

Life is not great, neither is it close to ok. But whatever, i really couldnt be bothered to sit here and maaro some pseudo intellectual bullshit that will be of absolutely no significance to me or anyone who reads this.

WHAT i ask, is the point of this?

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I was walking down the busy streets of Mumbai city, in search of the biggest strawberry i could find. When i say walking, i mean strolling at a incredibly slow rate, just trying to absorb everything around me. This city never fails to suprise me. There is so much, in such a small space, so congested so saturated that things are overlapping and eating into each other. Lines of wealth, happiness and social status are blurred, everyone does their thing, struggling to achieve what they have been striving for wether it be enough money to feed their family of 6 or the downpayment on their new car. The city boasts of diversity. Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, women in sarees, women in shorts, women of colour, women at work, women at home, vegitarians, carnivores, sufis, intellectuals, labourers, elite, children, old, happy, sad. And this is all present in one square metre of the vast city.

So in this whirlwind walks in a Pakistani, completely overwhelmed, but completely overjoyed. I felt like a discoverer, about to uncover some hidden treasure in the winding roads and broken houses. Almost in a trance, a smile would linger on my lips, an odd sort of contentment. I was so lost, but i felt strangely at home, because everyone can relate to someone or something here. You can never feel different, or odd, because there has to be SOMEONE who feels the exact same way. Each footstep echoed of all the people who had taken these steps before. There was truth and wisdom in them, and for a moment, i felt part of this big jumble of eccentricites.

To ruin all of this, walks in a annoying fruit vendor

"Baji baji.. buy some fruit"

"You have strawberrys?"

"Sorry, they are out of season, we have everything else though. Best fruit at the best price in all of Mumbai."

"Forget it, im only interested in strawberrys, thanks."

"Oh comeon. You cant survive on just one fruit, give something else a shot. I have melons peaches and papayas."

"I dont like papayas."

"Well obviously you dont, youve never tried my papayas."

"And what the hell makes your papayas so bloody special?"

"Oh come on baji, how can anything named discopapaya not be special? The name says it all."