hyderabadi or mumbaikar??

It's 7.15 in the morning and the morning sky still has the tinges of early dawn.....i'm now at the western edge, i realise......the day starts late. My bedroom window has the view of treetops., lots of apartments and the western ghats at the far edge.....the first rays of the golden morning are touching the world around me and as i watch the fiery ball emerges above the mountains.....i'm standing there at my window...spellbound by the magic.......
All you need to do is to lower your vision ...and the reality of life hits you hard....there is a slum just outside the compound wall....life in the hardest terms....the activity milling around hectic.....i see loads of people already on their way to start another hectic day....oops......i forgot to mention the city i'm currently describing.....right now i'm at mumbai--- the city which never sleeps......
its been 20 days since i first arrived in mumbai and its been a bittersweet experience so far....i'm now on my way in becoming a mumbaikar from a hyderabadi....life's become more hectic n fast paced.....i'm now in a situation where " no time to smell the roses" gives the correct picture.....r my happy-go-lucky days over??.....i'm still contemplating the same....now my typical day starts at 5 in the morning and ends around 11 in the night......my glorious sabatical after college has come to end atlast......
for a person who is very very selected in making friends or sharing space.....i'm surprised...i'm already at home with all the new people around me.....i'm having a blast......did i change so much as a person???.....i honestly have no clue....life's definitly more different now...i'm more open to new ideas and willling to experiment......maybe this has to do with the new environ around me..... by the time i get back home and freshen up..its usually 7.30 in the evening....the day still has the vestiges of twilight.....this explains my now usual late ending of the day....
this transition is not easy...i do miss hyderabad a lot..i miss all those endless hours of chatting with friends without a care in the world.....i miss those ungodly hours spent smsin...i miss the delicacies prepared by mom.....the days spent reading my favorite novels curled up on my couch....tha days of bickering with my sister on very mundane things...the hours spent listening to old melodies....the occasional sharing of gossip amongst friends and cousins....the list is just endless...
on the other side.....this is my first touch of freedom.....of making my own decisions...of being the master of my world....of exploring the unknown.....of charting my own path.....i'm treading new territory....and whatever may be the outcome...i'll be richer with experience none the less....my time to explore and learn has come...and i intend to make out the best from it......