Page 217 of my 300 page autobiography
Today is August the 15 th , the sixty-fifth year of India’s Independence. It is seven in the morning and I am lazing off on my giant revolving bed, on the top floor of my sea facing mansion in Mumbai. It is a luxury to be in bed at seven in the morning, a privilege I am availing after months, today being a National Holiday. I am dreaming. Dreams are not those thoughts that I get while sleeping. Dreams are those thoughts that don’t let me sleep. My bedroom follows an open plan. It is glass walled from all sides giving me a three sixty degree view of the world around me. The table in my room is studded with trophies, awards and mementos that I have received. It has been a long, tiring but very successful journey almost twenty five years since I graduated. I look out of the window towards the east and I see the magnificent St. Andrews church, the famous Hindu temple of Mahalakshmi and the mid sea Dargha of Haji Ali. There is so much diversity in India. India is a country full of myst...