Comments on: Mumbai and its Immigrants http://mumbai.metblogs.com/2008/01/05/mumbai-and-its-immigrants/ Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:14:22 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Jassim Ali http://mumbai.metblogs.com/2008/01/05/mumbai-and-its-immigrants/comment-page-1/#comment-1343 Jassim Ali Tue, 08 Jan 2008 16:24:00 +0000 http://mumbai.metblogs.com/2008/01/05/mumbai-and-its-immigrants/#comment-1343 Miss the cramped spaces of Pali Village.... I suppose my dad was spot on when he said that you arent quite a man till you lived and made it in mumbai..... Spent around 14 months in my last job and mumbai has more than lived up to my expectations ....never had a 'normal' night out there ... :-) Always something more to do...even if it meant hanging out in Janta bar and eavesdropping to bookies during cricket matches :d And now back to my reality in Dubai :-) Miss the cramped spaces of Pali Village….
I suppose my dad was spot on when he said that you arent quite a man till you lived and made it in mumbai…..

Spent around 14 months in my last job and mumbai has more than lived up to my expectations ….never had a ‘normal’ night out there … :-)

Always something more to do…even if it meant hanging out in Janta bar and eavesdropping to bookies during cricket matches :d

And now back to my reality in Dubai :-)

]]> By: Lubna http://mumbai.metblogs.com/2008/01/05/mumbai-and-its-immigrants/comment-page-1/#comment-1342 Lubna Sun, 06 Jan 2008 17:33:33 +0000 http://mumbai.metblogs.com/2008/01/05/mumbai-and-its-immigrants/#comment-1342 Hello, I miss my Bombay, having shifted to Bangalore a few years ago. I am so glad I landed on this blog. I can almost sniff the sea breeze, including the smell of the Mahim creek - which I now strangely crave for, the smell of pao bhaji being stirred on the road near Haji Ali, the vada pav's being deep friend at Churchgate. The rush to catch the departing train, strangers pulling you up to safety - knowing that you have to reach your office on time. The monsoon, the flooded roads, staying overnight at the office, because there are no trains. Shopping for books at Fountain or strolling along Fashion street. Joggers Park, which became a cat walk in a few months. Aaah, the memories of Bombay. Hello,
I miss my Bombay, having shifted to Bangalore a few years ago. I am so glad I landed on this blog. I can almost sniff the sea breeze, including the smell of the Mahim creek – which I now strangely crave for, the smell of pao bhaji being stirred on the road near Haji Ali, the vada pav’s being deep friend at Churchgate. The rush to catch the departing train, strangers pulling you up to safety – knowing that you have to reach your office on time. The monsoon, the flooded roads, staying overnight at the office, because there are no trains. Shopping for books at Fountain or strolling along Fashion street. Joggers Park, which became a cat walk in a few months. Aaah, the memories of Bombay.

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