26th of November,08. , Taj, Trident, Nariman house and Leopold cafe were some places where people saw that carnage of many who were ignorant , who stood hard on one of the busiest cosmopolitan in the world.
but the best part is that the city was up on its feet's in a very less amount of time, because it had to be, cos it's MUMBAI, called as the city of blab blah blah..........!!!!!!
but there are certain realities which lie beneath this fancy land of dreams., Mumbai is becoming second home for lot of those who dream with eyes wide open, people who have faith, who have the guts to believe that they can be a part of this belligerent land of maximum prospects for each of them, and reason being, the extreme commercialization of one place which is directly connected to each and every corner of the diverse nation. from a labour to a learner no one can resist this place, because of its persisting exchange of currency. In the early wee hours the city is found covered with a white layer of smog, and as the mist disappears, the people are again ready to start their daily struggle, struggling in Mumbai is mostly associated to the people who come here to make a mark in the show biz or precisely one can say Bollywood, but theirs some kind of struggle which every one is doing in this city. struggle to get a rick to reach somewhere, struggle to get tickets, struggle to get a bread, but this so called struggle is a part and participle of that daily competitive attitude that people inherit. That is what makes you a different individual in this city, that staunch eagerness which drives you day and again to make a mark for yourself. Mumbai gives you a lot, if not materialistically then obviously something intellectually or in some ways a learning of a kind, the city drives you from within, we may hear a million of success stories, and then there is peculiar way how these individual stories have something or the other which inspires mankind.
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