The sole purpose of this post is to get Raj Thakerey pissed.
This is the page of a north Indian who just 'migrated' to 'Mumbai' for 2 months. HA!
Hello ALL.
My beloved 'followers' (yes, finally I can use the plural!), I just made the city of mumbai my temporary residence. First things first, CARRY ABOSRB POWDER if you ever happen to come to the over-crowded, filthy slum known as Mumbai. The rains here, make the weather so humid that it becomes a pain on the other side of the ass.
Anyway, I have done my part, now its upto you whether you want to experience the bacteria culture growing around your pubes first hand.
The all-so-famous mumbai local, is full of pickpockets and smelly hairy men who think chewing pan and spitting it all over their ujjala white shirts is equivalent to a deodorant.
And whatsup with the word Boss, Boss?
It sounds ridiculous, when a man dressed in an armani suit addresses an auto-driver by 'Boss'.
That said, the rains of Mumbai are almost magical, its like a city blinded, as water blankets every empty space.
That said, when you sit at marine drive in the company of those rocks which resemble Siamese Penises, with 'Some illiterate boy' Loves 'Some fugly girl' written with either cum or white fluid, and watch the sun as it drowns in the arabian sea, and leaves the horizon tangerine coloured with clouds in abstract shapes, you wish you had a small yatch, just to see how far can you chase, the sun.
That said, when natures lights go out, mumbai switches one its own, and its like a million fireflies colored red green and yellow.
That said, this is the city of Dreams, floods and Genital rashes.
