The ship

Human beings are everywhere, we see chaos and commotion every place.In a place like Mumbai the problems are immense. People are crammed into every corner. The Life in Mumbai revolves around earning money. People work hard to make enough savings to have enough to survive. The money earned is never enough, even though the richest and the poorest populate the city, Mumbai is equal to all, All have to work sixteen hours a day.Proximity breeds contempt , is a proverb which has been proven wrong in a place like Mumbai. Here collaboration is no more a choice but a necessity of life.Its like a ship on rough waters, all hands on deck, any exception is a traitor. Mumbai is the ship which has set out in search of treasure crewed by pirates slaves and freemen expecting to be wealthy someday, sacrificing their present for a better future. Life is difficult but none cares, since nobody is an exception here, its a fight for survival in the midst of severe uncertainties.Some one cries out Yo ho with a bottle of rum while the other holds on to the cross in silent prayer, Other just dreams of a wonderful future with a beautiful wife and happy children.All bear the vagaries of this unending voyage. But the question is weather the wealth they are seeking is really their heart felt desire. All human beings wants trust, they want loyalty, Love yet in this ship there is distrust ,jealousy ,deceit, greed and trickery. No ones really sure what they are after. But even within all this the people are one their strength is in their unity, At times of trouble there co-operation speaks the human nature,through their helpfulness they prove themselves to be children of god, through their childlike laughter they prove their innocent hearts deep within, The wealth they are seeking are right there with them, they just need to realize it