The growth of their insta handle is massive, I'm shocked to see that they surpassed bjp in just 4 days 😳. I think in the next 2-3 days they will surpass congress as well.
Btw what do you guys think, does CJP have any future?
Story begins when I got admission into a college in Mumbai for my bachelor’s degree. I moved there alone, knowing absolutely no one. A completely strange city filled with strangers.
But strangely, Mumbai never felt cold.
From the very first day, I fell in love with the city — the weather, the greenery, the people, the huge buildings, and most importantly, the spirit of Mumbaikars. Everything felt alive.
I rented a flat and lived there alone throughout my entire graduation. Almost nobody knew about it except one of my classmates, Govind. He had visited my flat many times, and over time we became best friends.
Honestly, when I first came to Mumbai, I never planned to make friends. I used to think, “People here probably won’t match my vibe.” But life surprised me.
Somehow, I found three amazing friends. And when I say amazing, I genuinely mean rare kind of people — the type that are hard to find these days.
Years passed quickly, and finally the last day of college arrived.
While leaving the college gate together, I casually mentioned during our conversation that I actually lived alone in Mumbai. Everyone got shocked except Govind, because he already knew from the beginning.
They started asking me tons of questions, and while talking, I also told them that I’d soon be leaving Mumbai forever since my graduation was complete.
That conversation ended, and I returned home feeling emotional, thankful, and proud. Proud because in a city where I came completely alone, I found people who genuinely felt like family.
Two days later, Govind called me.
He said, “Bhai, kal tere flat pe aana hai.”
I replied, “Aaja bhai, waise bhi bore ho raha hu.”
He said he’d come around 4 PM the next day.
The next day, around 4 PM, I called him and asked, “Kaha hai? Aa raha hai kya?”
He replied, “Ha bhai, raste mein hu. Aadhe ghante mein pahoch jaunga… aur haan, sun… mai akela nahi hu.”
I asked, “Kon?”
He just said, “Tu dekh lena.”
Around 4:40 PM, my doorbell rang.
I opened the door… and honestly, I still remember that moment clearly.
Govind and my other close friend, Sairaj, were standing outside holding a carry bag.
I welcomed them in, trying to act normal, but internally I was extremely happy and weirdly nervous at the same time.
Then Sairaj opened the bag, took out a cake, placed it on the table, and said:
“Bhai, tere future ke liye good luck wish karne aaye hai.”
I was genuinely overwhelmed.
Nobody had ever done something like that for me before.
For a few seconds, I didn’t even know how to react. I just kept smiling like an idiot and completely forgot to even say thank you.
After that, we cut the cake together. I ordered snacks online, cooked Maggi for the three of us, clicked pictures, played BGMI (even though me and Govind were complete noobs), listened to music, laughed a lot, and just enjoyed every second.
And honestly?
That became my favorite memory of Mumbai.
A city where I once arrived completely alone somehow gave me people who felt like home.
If Govind or Sairaj ever read this someday:
Thank you, truly.
And sorry that I forgot to say it that day. I was just too overwhelmed with emotions.
You both became one of the most beautiful memories of my life. Whenever I’ll remember my Mumbai days, you guys will always be part of them.
Thank you for making me feel like family in an unknown city. 🩷
I peaked today. Not in achievement. Not in glory.
In pure, undiluted embarrassment.
It started like any other Mumbai local moment-the train began to move, and I, fueled by misplaced confidence and questionable athletic ability, attempted the legendary running jump.
For a split second, I felt like a hero.
Then reality hit mid-air.
I landed.
Looked up.
And my soul quietly exited my body.
Ladies' Coach.
There's a very specific kind of silence that hits you in moments like this. The kind where your brain goes, "This is it. This is how it ends."
Before I could even think of jumping back out, the train picked up speed. Gone. No escape. Just me... and about 40 women staring at the human error that had just entered their space.
I positioned myself near the door, stared intensely at the floor like it held the secrets of the universe, and told myself:
"Next station. 10 minutes. You'll survive."
Fate laughed.
The train slowed down.
Stopped.
Not at a station.
Not anywhere useful.
Just... mid-track
And then came the announcement no one heard but everyone felt:
25 minutes.
Twenty. Five. Minutes.
Time stretched. Seconds felt like hours. I could feel eyes on me-not angry, not exactly judging... just aware. Like I was a misplaced character in the wrong story.
Was I a lost puppy?
Was I suspicious?
Was I a cautionary tale?
I didn't know. I didn't want to know.
To cope, I did what any emotionally overwhelmed person would do-I called my friend.
Big mistake.
The moment he picked up and I explained, there was a pause... and then uncontrollable laughter. The kind where someone can't even breathe properly. Betrayal. Absolute betrayal.
Meanwhile, I stood there, gripping the pole like it was my only connection to dignity, waiting for time to move again.
Finally, the train jerked back to life. Hope returned.
Until I saw the next station.
The platform wasn't just crowded.
It was a wall of women, ready to board.
And there I was, the accidental invader, needing to step out through them.
My brain froze.
My legs refused.
My soul had already left earlier.
"How do I even get out?"
That's when it happened.
A woman near the door noticed me-not with annoyance, not with suspicion, but with understanding. She saw the panic, the embarrassment, the complete system failure happening inside me.
Without saying much, she stepped forward.
Cleared a small path.
And shielded me like a bodyguard escorting a VIP... except the VIP was a deeply ashamed guy who just wanted to disappear.
I stepped out.
Alive.
Free.
Reborn.
I didn't look back. I couldn't.
But to that woman-whoever you are-you didn't just help me get off a train. You saved me from becoming a permanent cringe memory replaying in my head for the rest of my life.
You are the real MVP of Mumbai.
And to everyone else in that coach-
I'm sorry. Truly.
I swear I'm not a creep.
Just a guy who can't run... and read signs... at the same time.
🥲