Bombay is like a city built to create zombies out of people, on a relentless quest to accumulate more than they have. A place where the disparity between the haves and the have nots couldnt be more obvious.
Yet every single person climbs upwards on the ladder and if you resist you cant remain where you are but fall endlessly to the bottom. So you are forced to become a parasite to the system and once hooked its not easy to get away.
You can see it in the way people move around in this city. Everyones rushing from point A to point B. Not a moment to just breathe in and think about what you are really doing there. It's a mindless existence.
Whats at the end of the ladder anyway? Momentary happiness (maybe)
"Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye to Kya Hai", said Guru Dutt in Pyaasa. Where are you left after achieving everything? And at what cost have you achieved those things?
Have we lost the ability to give some space to the simpler things in life? To just feel?
I find myself becoming more and more like plastic. No time for emotional responses, no time to let things sink in. Its just touch and go.
Bombay is sucking the life out of me. I need out.
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