You have had vada pav from Kirti College gully; you have had Malpoas from Mohamed Ali road; you have played cricket on the road @ Ballard Estate on a Sunday afternoon; you rejoice it took you “only Adai ghanta” to reach Nariman point from Dahisar on a Monday morning by western express highway; you have still not seen the Museum or Jehangir art gallery; you still don’t know what’s inside Dharavi but have eaten idlis from his cycle with a horn; you know that Mumbadevi, Haji Ali, Prabhadevi, Mahalakshmi are not people but names of places; you have survived the local train travel between 8 and 10 am on a working day and proud to speak about the automatic horizontal gravitation push into and outside the train; you have bought plumbing accessories and screw driver from chor bazar; you came out safe and sound after driving through Kalbadevi and Bhuleshwar; you reach your destination and begin your conversations with ‘jaldi aa gaya, do ghante mein’