My life in Mumbai has completed two whole months. (ohh rent is due ). Well for a start, I moved from Bangalore to Mumbai in mid June, to pursue my post graduation in business administration. If the title has not made it clear, this post (and may be a few subsequent posts as well) is going to be on business and business studies. Yes the title is derived from the legendary book by Peter Robinson about his Standford days.
Well, for the time being, I will start the story from a Saturday morning on which I boarded Chalukya Express at the Yashwantpur railway station, leaving my job, a whole bunch of friends and several material pleasures behind in pursuit of knowledge and a life time of overly paid jobs. The process of getting admission and last days in Bangalore are good stories as well but we will save them for another time.
So on a breezy, slightly cold Saturday morning, I somehow managed to jump onto the already-started Chalukya Express with a slight hangover from all the beer that was drunk along with toasts for my good health and prosperity the last night (in fact the 7 preceding nights as well)
The journey (which took 24 hours) , in itself was quite interesting. I did not have a confirmed berth. But I had an RAC ticket which allowed me to board the train and sit through the journey. How ever I realized that traveling from Bangalore to Mumbai is not exactly the same as traveling from Bangalore to Cochin. The fellow passengers, for one, was ..... well... different. I was traveling with my lifetime possessions which made we very scared and I didn't want to move away from my seat even for a minute. Also I happened to fight with few of the fellow passengers (sigh)
I can not express the happiness, I felt on reaching Dadar station with out any serious damage to me or my luggage. But I did not know how long the feeling was going to last. But how ever, like many a stories of poor and smart guys reaching a BIG city to make it BIG.. I had arrived, would I be successful? or would I be just another sucker? only time will tell :D
Well, for the time being, I will start the story from a Saturday morning on which I boarded Chalukya Express at the Yashwantpur railway station, leaving my job, a whole bunch of friends and several material pleasures behind in pursuit of knowledge and a life time of overly paid jobs. The process of getting admission and last days in Bangalore are good stories as well but we will save them for another time.
So on a breezy, slightly cold Saturday morning, I somehow managed to jump onto the already-started Chalukya Express with a slight hangover from all the beer that was drunk along with toasts for my good health and prosperity the last night (in fact the 7 preceding nights as well)
The journey (which took 24 hours) , in itself was quite interesting. I did not have a confirmed berth. But I had an RAC ticket which allowed me to board the train and sit through the journey. How ever I realized that traveling from Bangalore to Mumbai is not exactly the same as traveling from Bangalore to Cochin. The fellow passengers, for one, was ..... well... different. I was traveling with my lifetime possessions which made we very scared and I didn't want to move away from my seat even for a minute. Also I happened to fight with few of the fellow passengers (sigh)
I can not express the happiness, I felt on reaching Dadar station with out any serious damage to me or my luggage. But I did not know how long the feeling was going to last. But how ever, like many a stories of poor and smart guys reaching a BIG city to make it BIG.. I had arrived, would I be successful? or would I be just another sucker? only time will tell :D
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