Mumbai !! the famous city of famous people, a place where dawn and dusk hardly differ. A place where opportunity doesn't knock, it barges in. But still this city yields more hopeless souls than any other. Thats a big fuckin' problem problem for anyone who lives here. Ok, to avoid contradicting myself -yes there are opportunities but the competition, the race is like a kick on the balls everyday. When it comes to "making it", you have to make it there because you're in a boat with holes just waiting to drown and you have reach the other end before it does. No matter hoe hard you try... you're told to try harder. After all this shit you go through not many around you survive.... hell!! even you're probably dead, you just don't know it yet.
But, this isn't what this is about. Like every selfish motherfucker out there.... its obviously about me!!! Who is this "me"?? Well they call me many names, some oblivious motherfucks out of them don't even know my name... but i call my self Eshaan.
