Nomads on the Road- 3

I just completed another tour covering a couple of states.

I had to spend a night at the Mumbai Airport because of a late night flight reaching from Bangalore and early morning connecting flight to Nagpur. This airport is less clumsy now than it was a few years ago when I had missed my flight from Mumbai to Ahmadabad. But every visit to Mumbai is special, because it reminds me of the good old IIT days and one of my most memorable stay in any one city in India.

I wish I could write about some of the old memories about Mumbai, from the Year 1996, when I had come from IIT Delhi as a summer trainee for duration of three months. The Mumbai rains and the football matches in the Hostel Lawns (mud fields flooded with water) are still fresh in the memory. And so is the ORKAY mill, once a rival to Reliance and which was possibly in the last year of its existence when I had received my training there.

The thoughts of the first job offer that I had received, during the last days of my training, still create a sensation. Obviously the job was not from ORKAY that it should be so memorable to me but it was on behalf of some BHAI in Dubai. Now, if that sounds interesting, the real story would be even more interesting. For years I have been thinking to write it sometime, but have desisted for the fear of few people believing it.

Bombay or Mumbai, is the place one has to be- to succeed in life. Though I am not so gung ho about working in Mumbai now, a small win in the west this time means I could be travelling to Maharashtra more often.

And as the horoscope says that it is the time to see the results of the efforts of past few months, so shall one wait and see.