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The life under new umbrella


Once I had the audacity to leave my home-town, family and friends and, everything I cared and loved. Now in the alien land my eyes were searching for any old recognizable face. But, this time I was sure I won’t find any, still I couldn’t stop looking. With the hopes, excitement and nervousness, I embarked my professional journey from a sleeping fishing village called Mora. I was recruited as Product Engineer in the prestigious organization, Saint-Gobain Grindwell Norton.
Well, the village is situated on the coastline of Arabian Sea and is at the farthest end of Mumbai, which is pretty much an Island. The beach is few hundred feet away from the guest house. As it’s isolated, there is no traffic or city issue. Every now and then we can see exotic new birds, creepy crabs and Snakes. I hope there are no salt water crocodiles! 

Some facts about Mora:
  • Mora is part of Uran, Raigad Dist.
  • 62km from Mumbai. 
  • It has hardly 5000 occupants and few Saint-Gobain employees.
  • 80% fish for Mumbai is catered from Mora.
  • Raigad is II largest district in terms of production of rice.
  • JNPT (Jawarhlal Nehru Port Terminal) largest container terminal in India., which is visible from here. 
  • After Mora there is NAD (Naval Armour depot) which is under high surveillance, crippling the overall growth of the place.
(Source: Wikipedia)

Uran is the nearest town where we can find necessary things. There are frequent auto rickshaw services from Mora to Uran. Grindwell Norton is just next to Mora ferry dock, with most of the employees staying in the quarters provided. In the organization I'm assigned to product management group, which is intermediate between front end sales and back end manufacturing. The job is quite challenging and interesting. Quickly I got acquainted with the other intakes and trainees. Maybe because, I felt I knew them from a long time. In the strangers we discover our-self.

 Everyday walking back from the plant feels like travelling back in time. All those incandescent bulbs on street, Maggie still available in a near-by small coffee stall and the buildings reverently standing for 7 decades on that wet land. 
Everyday sitting on the beach, facing towards the Mora hill and the background sounds and breeze from the Arabian Sea.
And everyday I run out of adjectives to describe this place. How can I describe the shimmering sun rise glazing the green pinnacles of the hill? Or how can I make you feel the gentle wind during the night stroll over the ferry dock? Or how can I possibly express waking up to a backyard waterfalls?  

My favorite part was the journey from Mumbai to Pune via Lonavala and Khandala. We traveled the very next day after the land slides. It was scary and the traffic was almost stalled. On the contrary the nature was mesmerizing. Calm drizzling rain, pitch black road into the dense white fog and the elegant waterfalls. The landscape was covered with the innumerable shades of green. (Fact: To identify the prey in thick woods, the Human eyes are designed to distinguish the variants of greens and now I agree to it.) The funny thing was every couple of seconds the vehicle FM Radio was switching between Hindi songs from Mumbai  station and Marathi songs from Pune station. The irony! The nature was at its best and the simplest technology was a wreck.

 The good part is Central Mumbai can be reached in an hour by taking Ferry or Speed boat service. Or the civilization is just an hour away. From a metropolitan city efface the worst part  like traffic, population, pollution and thrifty minds, you will be left with a place called Mora. What new can I say about Mumbai? But I can tell what's new to me. The authentic odour of humid air,  monsoon drizzle, night life, sprinting people, Dabheli-Vada-Pav and local trains. And there is always a lull in the chaos. 

The change was so slow and long, that it never seemed a change. But when I look back, campus to corporate was big leap, leap of faith and hope. Days fly inexpressible fast. And now I’m afraid to even blink, what if I grow old in that blink. It’s gonna be long but fast journey. Now I have more reason to love the past and what I left behind, but it isn't fair to cling to the past and the comforts. Or maybe this is how growing up feels like. 
Once I had that stupidest gut to confront the future and embrace the mundane life!

Mera Mora


Landscape in Mora
Jawaharlal Port terminal (JNPT)
Innumerable and mega cargo ships anchored near JNPT
Elephenta island or Gharapuri as seen from Mora


Mumbai coast line from Ferry


Peace out

Comments

  1. Akshatha Vydula9 October 2015 at 05:44

    I am immensely happy for you bro.
    You are able to experience so many things in your very first job.
    Congratulations☺😊

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  2. Unknown10 October 2015 at 00:10

    Niceeee... Beautiful snaps .. You should be Happy to be a habitant of such a beautiful and place which make you relaxed from work pressure ... And congrats for everything you are having.. And all the best for everything which you gonna have :)

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    1. Abhishek KV14 October 2015 at 10:49

      Not everything is pretty here. But there is something good in everything.
      And Work pressure is a myth! Do what you like or like what you do.

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  3. Ramchandra14 October 2015 at 11:38

    Great post Sheikh! Keep it up! I am totally sold!

    I know it's always mixed bag of emotions like fear, anxiety, excitement when you first step out of your comfort zone. I guess that's how you build your character - by embracing the unknown. Glad you are able to see through your decision.

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  4. adhee15 October 2015 at 05:07

    मस्त लिहिलय अभिषेक. त्यात k ब्लॉक(पहिले काही जनगलातिल दिवस)आणि h2 ब्लॉक, साप ई प्राणी आणि रविवार चा अनुभव पण share कर.

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  5. Unknown15 October 2015 at 05:22

    Excellent.. Can I say, Chetan Bhagat in the making.
    Very good description of the place.

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  6. Unknown15 October 2015 at 07:25

    Awesome story narration too good phothography
    All d best keep going

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  7. Unknown15 October 2015 at 09:29

    Wow... Abhi... While reading, I could visualize
    "tumhara Mora".. And photoes have added their essense to your post.. Keep writing...

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  8. Unknown24 October 2015 at 05:30

    I never expected a tiny boy abhi growing up like a VAAMANA.. i am proud keep it up. Eagerly waiting for your further postings

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    1. Abhishek KV24 October 2015 at 06:00

      Thank you grandpa 😊 I'm so happy you liked it. Feeling accomplished.

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  9. Unknown28 October 2015 at 07:04

    Abhishek Superb. I am spell bound on your beautiful narration with extra ordinary photos with your photography skills.

    Kee it up dear 👍👍👍

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  10. Unknown28 October 2015 at 07:08

    Lovely abhishek
    wish u with lots of adventure and new work atmosphere and keep enjoying.
    also, very good write up
    with love
    rajesh

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  11. Akshatha Vydula6 January 2016 at 04:59

    EXCELLENT, SUPERB,THE BEST..no adjectives are capable to describe your NARRATION Kudos to you KEEP IT MY DEAR ABHISHEK!!!!
    Your loving GRANDPA VENKSTESH NAVARATNA

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    1. Abhishek KV6 January 2016 at 21:59

      Compliment from you feels like I have won an award.
      Thank you Grandpa for inspiring me to write. :) :)

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