Have you been to Chowpatty beach in Mumbai on a holiday evening? Throngs of people visit the beach with excited children in tow. At times there is distinct jostling as people wiggle their bottoms to make space to sit down on scarce dry spaces. Shrill cries of children spotting their favourite foods rend the air. All have a single point agenda. To enjoy the evening. Somehow. Without fail. With varying degrees of focussed desperation.
As we pass the age of fifty, I think we suddenly discover we are at the Chowpatty of our lives. The evening is near. The light is failing. Soon it will be time to go home to another day of drudgery. Our years also feel limited to us. Not much time left... But we have to ENJOY. Party. Travel. Eat out. Wear clothes that you had forgotten twenty years ago. Laughter laced with anxiety. Of growing old. Of becoming irrelevant.
To many mechanical commuters like us, the Chowpatty is the last party.
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