Because,

Being a Bombayite is not something which you can learn to be without getting pushed around in a local train(First Class is no exception, in fact it’s worse!), not standing in a long queue for rubber-stretched-time, to board a transport bus or rickshaws. One has to wake up and leave the house at least 2 hour before schedule to reach on time. The Life here is fast-paced like the Fit-to-fill effect. People move on, not everyone will have time to stand and watch if something goes wrong. If you find some people doing that, it’s obvious, they’re either jobless or just want to be there for no apparent reason. It’s true, this is a place where dreams do come true. Dreams of those who conjoin the composure and crankiness into one. You look around and be amazed as to how much people can tolerate and gradually move forward in their path and are apparently content with it. It’s like they either lack the driving force or have succumbed to their tentative estate. Everything is interconnected, Yes! It sure is. Dreams are dreamed by many but few break free of the illusive bond, the society has imposed on them. Our dream is a result of our failure in something, someplace, sometime, which is now doubled, to drive a new dream. So, failure is never an end, in fact it’s a way of power-steering our Life. The now “Mumbai” has a certain blatant halo on top of it. This is a place where languages can be so altered you’ll forget the actual one. Best thing about this place is everyone understands what you’re about to say. Somehow, people already know what’s going on in your head. This city is not the one with a laid back lifestyle. Everything is perpetual and in continuity. You can compare the lifestyle of any other city in India, Bombay(Mumbai) will turn out to be different. Not everyone can digest it and enjoy it. If you plan on taking a tour around the city, a day is not sufficient to bask in the amazing tradition of this place. We dream BIG, we will buy stuffs that please us. We don’t let the mundane event of everyday life stop. Of course, we crib, we bitch. Still, we’ll keep moving forward until we perish in the Sands of Time.