It was just the normal day in mumbai... maddening crowds on roads, overbooked trains and the usual acrimony on streets...I was new to the city and found the bustling pace something quiet extraordinary. People people everywhere but a  breathing space nowhere.

Being new I had that courage even think that I would be stolling in the platform , the train would come and I would board it effortlessly. How mundane... and for next hour or so on platform I couldn't even fathom where a particular coach halts!!!. Mumbai..

Mumbai though has quiet a different face too... The timepass!!! Sitting on the benches near Gateway.. I was intrigued by a shouts of a particular brand of hwakers..They kept on pitching in "TimePass" , and I wondered what excatly were they selling. in a city where you hardly get to notice time what can be used to pass Time? and I got my answer within no time, It was a small pack of peanuts!! And believe me they are quiet a hit with the people over there. I couldn't but get amused by the irony that this city that boasts of some of the richest people, a hectic and pacy lifestyle , glamour and its the "peanuts" that bring in contentment and  joy to its people.

Salaam Mumbai.