An experience in itself, the trip from Bandra, back home. Wonderfully vivid colors, and people rushing by; everyone is their own state of hurry. And after one crazy year in this hetic city, it seems part of life now. The rush, the hurry, the impatience and the wants!

The chaos reaches a cresendo on days, people pushing, you yourself, running through the traffic, vehicles blazing by. And yes its worth it. Because every single thing/moment prompts you, that every second life is moving on. One has no option other than to keep pushing yourself to whatever seems worth to you. If at all you want to survive this adrenaline rush called life, try to make an experience out of every day and night, every good and bad which you faced untill now. Somewhere, the Crazy man (no offense) up there had already made up his mind about these quick test moments for each of us.

Its been a cautious year, giving up one by one each bad dependence of mine. Its the city which I believe seems to have taught me a way or two about life. Rushing, thats the story which I seem to be living myself. To much to capture in my hand. Good or bad, I think its worth the hard work.