The Road ahead...

There are times when you just think about your life till date. What went right and what went wrong. What you could have done differently and how things could have been better. I would love to do this sitting in a Barista reading a novel in mild rain... But unfortunately I am fortunate enough only to be a road... Yes I am called the Andheri Kurla Road.

I don't know my date of birth but I am pretty sure that some politician would have inaugrated me in early 90's. But I am well connected with my friends, Western Express Highway, Marol Road, MIDC and Chandivali. Although I am a bit more worked up than my friends always, I used to enjoy my life, the hustle and bustle around till some time ago. Mumbai was a good place to be in 10 years ago. There were fewer people, fewer offices around and a less congested airport around. I had a great life then. I used to get up at about 7am then and work till 10pm. I was like a person in HUL Sales role.The life was tough but there was great learning and value additions. I used to help 20000 vehicles to cross over me. I was a critical bridge between the west and east and possibly the only one then. Even influential people used to ride me day in and day out.

But then the time passed and times changed. Do you know Mumbai adds about 1000 new residents everyday. In old days there were 1300 auto rickshaws in Andheri. Today there are 7500...all this in a span of 10 years. My working hours are longer. These days I start at 5am and go on till 1am. I feel I have become an I-Banker, adding no significant value and spending way too many hours at work. Other think that there are benefits... I do get a makeover once a week, weekends I work only 8 hours :-P and people invest lot of time and money in my development. However I think I wont be able to take this pressure any longer. Some people even say that I am a pothole with roads in it...rather than a road with potholes... You know sometimes it hurts. It hurts when someone tries to plug every hole in your body with hot melting Tar over and over again...but I take that shit everytime as I don't want people to hate me.....
And over and above this the government decided that Mumbai needs a Metro. Every day there is a big drill who comes like a bad boss and screws me down right and centre.
And everybody holds me responsible if they get late, or they meet a bad pothole or they brush another car in the pathetic traffic. Why am I responsible?
And this is just the beginning... How will I feel when a train starts running over me... How would one feel?

I am bored and sick of my life! I know suicide is a criminal offense... but people of Mumbai are not leaving me with another choice!

I hope times change... I just hope!