It’s my first evening out in Mumbai after moving back and I’m sitting at this nice little Asian restaurant in Hiranandani, having just finished a tofu rice bowl with a friend. She’s gone away temporarily to attend a work meeting, and I am supposed to wait here for her so thought I’d write something. A diary, a journal, something of that sort, jotting down my adventures in this so very familiar city as I explore it once again, from scratch, with a completely fresh mind.
But I’ve lived here before, what new will I discover this time?
A major difference between my time spent in Mumbai earlier and now is that back then I was either in school, or (for a brief 6 month duration) working (and partly, struggling for) a career in IT. Right now, on the other hand I’m working part time in IT, and have planned to make a career in Music during the other part of my free time. It’s not just a (partial) change in profession, it’s also a huge change in my lifestyle. I am finally doing what I want to do along with what I need to do, not just the latter. And that change has made me so much more positive, enthusiastic and open minded in life. Of course, it also helps that working in music (at least during the initial months when I’m just going to be creating new music and finding inspiration for the same) isn’t as draining as a job which involves working on complicated binary text monsters all day long. That is, until, I get depressed. Why, you ask? Musicians are depressed creatures. Period. But I feel I have already been through my first phase of utter sadness and dispair back when I was working full time in IT, haha!
So how has the first day been?
Initially, it was ok. I was getting slightly bored, had to do some chores during the day. But now that I’m out of my house sitting in some restaurant just chilling and writing all of this, I love it. I think the main thing is that I have to get out of my house more often, have to stop being lazy. I want to explore this city, meet new people, admire the smaller things in life: the good food, the pretty cafes, the beautiful trees, lakes, the ocean, the people, and anything and everything this city has to offer; not just my (however cosy) room back home. So as long as I get off my arse and go out, I think I’ll love it. And you never know, I might end up writing some sweet stuff in the process!