If this aint love then how do we get out?

I came to Bombay in May 2006. 4 years and 6 months have passed since then….and HOW!! When I first arrived, I lived my life very quietly, just going about my work and on weekends visiting Hill Road to shop and then going to Mocha for a cuppa and then retiring as quietly. The enormity of the fact that I had actually rented my own apartment, I had my own unlimited (atleast at that time I thought so) money to spend and that I had no curfew (I had been staying in a hostel during college years) and there were soooooooooooooo many places to go eat/shop/party at, had obviously not sunk in. Few months into this lifestyle, I regained my strength (I had a bout of typhoid just before reaching Bombay) and my mother, after making sure that I had satisfactorily settled down, had left and soon thereafter my closest friend had made a new boyfriend who was from Bombay.

THEN there was no looking back. I plunged into what was about to come so hard, that my head still hurts when I think about that. I am occasionally found wondering “what came over me??”. I suddenly started going out ALMOST EVERY SINGLE NIGHT OF THE WEEK. It was crazy. I was perpetually hung over in office. If I dint end up going out on the then sacred nights of Thursday, Friday and Saturday, I underwent depression thinking that my social life is finished. I cant even recall the names of the sooo-many people that I met and befriended in those times and where all we partied. It was possibly the craziest time of my life. But alas…all good things come to an end. I never knew when I stopped enjoying going out every night, when I actually started making excuses for not going out, when I actually started looking forward to just having Chinese food delivered at our place and watching splitsvilla instead of getting plastered and throwing up.

My 2nd year was spent in making and retaining great friends and discovering the best places to eat in and around Bandra.

And ofcourse then I fell in love and the only thing that mattered to me a while after that was waiting and planning life around CC’s visits to Bombay. My 4^th year itch began I think towards the end of my 3^rd year. I started hating my job so vehemently that I cried for hours all together thinking why am I stuck in this city doing this crap work. I seriously started considering relocating to Delhi. But since I am such a sloth and such a wimp, nothing materialized even after my endless hours of raving and ranting. And then by the time I was actually able to build up my resolve, things took a different turn, and everything settled into place.

But when I look back at what I have lost, loved, lived and made in this city, I become almost nostalagic (4 years is not time enough to feel nostalgic)..but that’s that. I am so glad that I lived the way I did, met the people that did, ate where I did and loved the things that I did and I would never want to change anything about these past years (except may be I should I have started exercising a few months earlier J).

P.S: the title of this post has got nothing to do with this post, its just the song that I was listening to while writing this).