New York

“Where are you from?” I asked the bartender of a pub at the Hilton. “Definitely not from New York. Can’t you see I’m smiling at my workplace?” he said. I had finally found someone who dislikes New York as much as I do!

New York is, in many ways, like Mumbai. Cold (in NYC’s case, literally!). Cut throat. It is a racecourse. You see, nobody belongs to the racecourse. Neither the horse nor the jockey. Not even the crowd. It’s just a place of display of power, muscle and money.

The euphoria is fleeting; it consumes you while the race is in progress. And then, it’s all gone!