After getting 3 more numbers from one of those guys I called , I got rejected by all the others, I had no other option, but call the 3 new numbers I had laid my hands on. One rejected ... and finally I had 2 numbers.
Both had this marketing pitch-> near to Borivili Office, Necessary items and mess near by and walking distance from Western Express highway, ample buses to Kandivili n Borivili Station.The only difference between them ? One was in Thakur complex and the other in Thakur village. People from Mumbai dont laugh at the thing I am going to say next. I dropped and thought that I will not call Thakur Village. why? who will go to a village in Mumbai :). I thought it was somewhere outside the city. Come to think of it how ignorant i was ... I finally called the guy whose address I had from Thakur complex and to my utter amazement he is ready to take me in.
But who will convince my mom ? She wants me to go check the place out and then decide (we were in Pune so I had the luxury to do that). Now papa n I were ready for the expedition. Not that I had any other option, but then what the heck ... mom said ... I had to abide. What was going through in my mind ? well ... to be frank, I have seen mumbai as a kid, the only think that struck me then were the cramped chawls and blank buildings almost in a crumbly state. I was expecting something like this. But then after reaching dadar and then taking a train to Kanidvili, we went to Thakur, n what I saw I can never forget. The feeling was better than sitting on a potty when you have had an urge to drop a shit n have not found a clean potty for hours. Believe me, it was a palace by my standards. I immediately agreed without seeing the interiors. Frankly I was scared, if I let go of this opportunity, my parents would send me to a PG with all snoopy uncle and aunty. I was not ready to go to a concentration camp AKA PG. So I give my new found roomies a call and finalize. I have to pay him 17000 Rs advance (51K in total for 3 of us) and 1700 Rent(5100 in total). Quite reasonable! Dad sees me happy does not day anything. All in all a satisfying day. Now what?
Nov14 2003 Mom had her customary sobbing and tears which are ever-ready to flow at the slightest instigation. Why? she was sending me to the war front or something like that. I was going to my karmabhoomi.
Bus Journey? was quite uneventful. Neeta volvo. As usual there wasa block near the sion - chembur road under the flyover (not that I could figure out then) n my anxiety rose. The only solace! Allah ke bande by Kailash kher from "Waisa bhi hota hai II" which was going to be released that week. Also, Dekh le from Mumnna bhai MBBS which was to be released later next week. I was quite anxious the entire journey and I was feeling like a girl going on her first date. Tense ? you bet! more like standing at the window waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. who was late! I was pestering my co passenger with a single question " are we there yet ?"who would have surely cursed me in under breath , but then I could not control. Finally as we neared Thakur .. he said with a satisfied and relieved look on his face, next Stop is where you get down. Yoohoo!! Honey I am home! I give my roomie a call, he says I am at a friends place, you proceed to the flat you will find your other roomie there.
Like little red robin hood in a Disney cartoon, I was galloping to the flat, About a Km from the place I got down from the bus. Tra lalla lalla lallaaaaa .... I reached Gokul Garden, 503. Knock knock ! "Darwaza khulla hai yaar" came a voice. I peeped in expecting to meet a senior looking chap, with just my head n peeking into the hall, i said, "Hi I am Vivek, Hope I am not DISTURBING you?"
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