Here was a land so strange with languages unknown (they call it Marathi, Hindi). Anyway it does not make a big difference to me. Somewhere down the coast we were lost, some of us scared by the suffocating crowd. The sky was kept a mystery with the highrises. It was Bollywood fame which struck our thoughts. Supersonic lifestyles fascinating us. Vibrant colours in and out, thinking of flamboyant odours, but suddenly it all sunk below imaginations, tin sheets piled up into houses, drainage pipes into dwelling units. MUMBAI. With a essence of a different kind.

It starts on. They are faster than the sun to rise. It was around eight in the morning we got up to find ourselves squeezed into each other. We had to move, the scene just outside our place of stay had given us quite a dramatic picture. A smoky pullcart with hot steamy unhygienic breakfast, around which a variety of men finish their morning intake. A little further across the road were the fast suburban unit trains with their rhythmic beat.. The sight threatens us with an overpowering force. It is FULL. No, the word 'full' is insufficient. It's more than it can hold. The erratic throng being thrown into the day's work.

The feeling was different; it was quite soon after our breakfast we had to be one among the inmates of the city to experience the same forces. It was indeed a task to cross the road to the other side .The bus was to move in pace with the vehicle in front. The road was filled a variety of locomotion "tin atrocities of the modern world". Which smoke the way, choking every breath of every human... The world becoming a slow concentration camp.

Our crowd was an elated group, but now transformed into an awestruck unit, gazing through the windows of our vehicle witnessing the new air around us. We were on our way to Victoria Terminus. Each inch of motion on the road showing us new faces.

The Terminus was reached. The only instruction which kept ringing was "stay with the group". We were like kids taken out into a public square and left on our own. We were trying to make our way through. It was one of those epicentres which radiate waves of crowds within a few seconds, thousands of people just breeze through you, and before you realise, they are out of the scene.

Children and even troddlers creep into the day experiencing the sore morning on their way to the modern gurukulas were they are fed with preset ideas. Coming out they enter into a new routine of livelihood. The scene here is like a movie fast-forwarded and seen and unfortunately none of us could even think of a pause.

Relative velocities faster than what the human mind could ever perceive.