In every country on the earth – there is a city that reflects the image, feel and the warmth of the country. To the outer world – it is synonymous with the country. With its dream.
And, to every Indians possible – Mumbai is a dream everybody lives. The glamour outlook – the calm sea – the cosmopolitan echo – the local train – the fast-forwarded crowd – creates a mystic overtone to the mirage dream of every individual. Mumbai means the sky. Mumbai means the big. Mumbai means life.
The Haji Ali Mosque, the Sidhhivinayak, the elusive Marine Drive, the serene Arabian Sea – balances the overtly bustling energy of the ever-expanding city.
There are institutions. IITs. SP Jains. But the main education is in the city itself.
It is a city of implementation. It is a city to justify your credibility. To showcase your talent. This is a city that gives life to dreams of everybody. It lives in the dream of a little child who works in a tea-stall wants to own a shop one day. It lives in the dreams of the broker who want to invest in the big league of stocks. It lives in the dream of the banker who wants to break-through the middle class life. It lives in the dream of the writer who wishes to sell his poems to earn his living. Mumbai lives in the dream of the neighborhood teen who dedicated his life to theater to make it to the big screen one day.
It lives in the dreams of everybody. Mumbai lives in every Indian.
