These days one encounters a lot of folks conducting walks in South Mumbai's heritage precincts. My advice - no package tours, do your own thing, find your own song to sing. It is a lot more enjoyable.
FORT WALKS
Woodward & Bernstein, with hearty collective soul,
Met with Deep Throat, their old and faithful mole.
Alas! Not a delectable, lovely Linda Lovelace clone!
Just another leery geriatric with a handy cellphone!
From Charni Road, their legs walked, away they went
The straight and narrow was their natural bent.
Fit-as-fiddle joggers did not create undue desolation,
In fat and unfit 15-year projects, they found consolation!
The horizon was lined with love, on the deadly rocks,
The trio marched on and ran off their lively socks!
At last! Time to put the calorie-burner on slow sim,
For unhealthy breakfast they exercised life and lim’
At Stadium Restaurant, kheema and scrambled eggs
Washed down by coffee, past weak knees, into tired legs.
Thought they’d catch culture at the Museum of Modern Art
But the doors were closed for this brand of Old Fart!
Their next move was the Museum, artefacts and antiquities,
Natural History, World History, Indian History, mummies,
Woodward was afraid they’d arrest him for past inequities,
And exhibit him in hall celebrating world’s biggest tummies!
Feet and hunger led them to Cafe Military’s expansive doors,
The streets of Mumbai were not exactly like Irish moors,
For spiritual rejuvenation, Parsee akoori and caramel custard
Left the threesome resembling stuffed great indian bustard!
Churchgate train, upto Mumbai Central in second-class can,
Just keeping company with that strange third-class man!
Onward journey in style, comfort and first-class luxury,
But no news from Deep Throat was not the morning’s strategy!
Antonio
FORT WALKS
Woodward & Bernstein, with hearty collective soul,
Met with Deep Throat, their old and faithful mole.
Alas! Not a delectable, lovely Linda Lovelace clone!
Just another leery geriatric with a handy cellphone!
From Charni Road, their legs walked, away they went
The straight and narrow was their natural bent.
Fit-as-fiddle joggers did not create undue desolation,
In fat and unfit 15-year projects, they found consolation!
The horizon was lined with love, on the deadly rocks,
The trio marched on and ran off their lively socks!
At last! Time to put the calorie-burner on slow sim,
For unhealthy breakfast they exercised life and lim’
At Stadium Restaurant, kheema and scrambled eggs
Washed down by coffee, past weak knees, into tired legs.
Thought they’d catch culture at the Museum of Modern Art
But the doors were closed for this brand of Old Fart!
Their next move was the Museum, artefacts and antiquities,
Natural History, World History, Indian History, mummies,
Woodward was afraid they’d arrest him for past inequities,
And exhibit him in hall celebrating world’s biggest tummies!
Feet and hunger led them to Cafe Military’s expansive doors,
The streets of Mumbai were not exactly like Irish moors,
For spiritual rejuvenation, Parsee akoori and caramel custard
Left the threesome resembling stuffed great indian bustard!
Churchgate train, upto Mumbai Central in second-class can,
Just keeping company with that strange third-class man!
Onward journey in style, comfort and first-class luxury,
But no news from Deep Throat was not the morning’s strategy!
Antonio
I used to stay in town and what u described about the walks and then breakfast of kheema and coffee was exactly what we used to have when as friends we used to go for walks.
ReplyDeleteIt's a real Mumbai everyone should enjoy. Thanks Antonio for reminiscing the place.
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