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MUMBAI DREAMS is the story of six unique destinies in India's maximum city - two ambitious young men from the foothills of the Himalayas and ordinary police constable an aspiring actress an ageing diva and a superstar. As some journey to glorious futures and others into decline, their lives get intertwined with each other and with the great city they have and their home.Those who get ahead are those who dare to dream. But high ambition can also lead to great danger - and, sometimes, untimely death.

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Publié par	V & S Publishers
Date de parution	01 avril 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9789381588314
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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ISBN 978-93-815883-1-4
Edition: April 2012
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“Dreams are like stars…you may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.”
This book is dedicated to Priti, Panvi and Piya . Thanks for inspiring, supporting, encouraging and tolerating. It has been rightly said – a loving family is the greatest gift God can give…
A LSO B Y J OYGOPAL F ODDER C RIME , M YSTERY A ND T HRILLERS D ECEIVERS T HE I NHERITANCE M ILLENNIUM C ITY H IGH A LERT D RAMA , C RIME A ND M YSTERY S UPERSTAR T EENAGE D ETECTIVE F ICTION T HE L ANDLORD’S S ECRET A ND O THER S TORIES N ON F ICTION T RUTH I S S TRANGER T HAN F ICTION
Contents
Chapter One     (MARINE DRIVE, MUMBAI)
Chapter Two     (SELF DESTRUCTION)
Chapter Three     (FERRY TO ALI BAUGH)
Chapter Four     (GETTING DRUNK)
Chapter Five     (FIRE)
Chapter Six     (RIVALRY)
Chapter Seven     (SAVIOUR)
Chapter Eight     (A PLACE TO STAY)
Chapter Nine     (THE MESSAGE)
Chapter Ten     (TALKING BUSINESS)
Chapter Eleven     (THE AUDITION)
Chapter Twelve     (GETTING STONED)
Chapter Thirteen     (MAKING PREPARATIONS)
Chapter Fourteen     (THE OFFER)
Chapter Fifteen     (DISAPPEARANCE)
Chapter Sixteen     (SENSATION)
Chapter Seventeen     (THE FORT)
Chapter Eighteen     (SAVING A FILM)
Chapter Ninteen     (THE DEAL)
Chapter Twenty     (THE FRIENDS PROGRESS)
Chapter Twenty One     (CONSPIRACY)
Chapter Twenty Two     (TRIANGLE)
Chapter Twenty Three     (ANGER AND FRUSTRATION)
Chapter Twenty Four     (AMBUSHED)
Chapter Twenty Five     (OVERSEAS ENCOUNTER)
ChapterTwenty Six     (A FUGITIVE NAILED)
Chapter Twenty Seven     (MISCHIEF IN MANILA)
Chapter Twenty Eight     (BUSINESS DEALINGS)
Chapter Twenty Nine     (PUTTING THE PUZZLE INTO PERSPECTIVE)
Chapter Thirty     (A JEALOUS DIVA)
Chapter Thirty One     (KEEPING TABS)
Chapter Thirty Two     (THE PROFESSIONALS)
Chapter Thirty Three     (COLLABORATION)
Chapter Thirty Four     (OUT OF CONTROL)
Chapter Thirty Five     (NO ACCIDENT)
Chapter Thirty Six     (TRAITOR)
Chapter Thirty Seven     (THE ACTRESS AND THE THUG)
Chapter Thirty Eight     (THE PLOT)
Chapter Thirty Nine     (A CHAPTER CLOSES)
Chapter Forty     (THE ANGRY MOTHER)
Chapter Forty One     (SECOND CHANCE)
Chapter Forty Two     (SALVATION)
Chapter Forty Three     (DREAMS ARE LIKE STARS)
Chapter One (MARINE DRIVE, MUMBAI)
P olice constable Ganesh Chitle loved his early morning beat.
His wife did not share his enthusiasm – for obvious reasons. She had to share with her husband the challenge of waking up at an ungodly hour, six days a week. On her long suffering shoulders fell the essential task of cooking up a substantial breakfast and packing lunch for her hardworking husband – well in time to enable him to attend to his early morning duties on Marine Drive in south Mumbai.
It was the unique location of his beat that sent constable Ganesh Chitle off to work every morning, at 6 am, with a spring in his steps and even the beginnings of a whistle on his lips.
Ganesh loved his job – at least the current assignment. He simply loved walking up and down the promenade of Marine Drive, drinking in the sea view and enjoying the cool early morning breeze wafting in from the ocean.
The morning walkers and joggers posed no problem for the policeman – they gave no trouble. In fact, they added value to the whole atmosphere – which Ganesh Chitle actually found quite electric…
The humble police constable did not, of course, know it then, but the queen’s necklace, as the C-shaped sea facing promenade was popularly known, would continue to fascinate him even when he would drive past, several years later, many times every month in his chauffeur driven limousine, security cars ahead and behind him. He would, then, gaze at the ocean with faraway eyes and smile inwardly while remembering his humble beginnings.
But back to the present…
This morning, like every other morning, Ganesh Chitle reached Marine Drive sharp at 6 am He always reached his place of work on time. It was a habit ingrained in him from many years of waking up at the crack of dawn in his modest village home during his childhood – to give him time enough to walk twelve kilometers to school located in the nearest town, so as to reach well before classes began at 7.30 am.
Ganesh now lived in police quarters in Belapur in the Mumbai suburb of Navi Mumbai, the sprawling city extension spread out on either side of the Mumbai-Pune highway. He caught a train every morning to reach the nearest located station to Marine Drive – Victoria Terminus – after a one hour journey in a compartment crowded with commuting Mumbaikers. He would, most mornings, end up standing on his feet the entire trip – all seats occupied and even standing space at a premium.
It was a hectic way to begin the day – but constable Ganesh Chitle had no complaints. The destination was well worth it.
The pavement of the boulevard called Marine Drive curved in a C-shape across its entire three kilometer length, from near the Air India Building and Oberoi Towers Hotel in the south and Chowpatty Beach at the northern end. One side of Marine Drive faced the sparkling waters of the Arabian Sea – and stone benches were neatly laid out at frequent intervals on the pavement on which the citizens of Mumbai as well as tourists could sit and enjoy both the captivating sea view and the enchanting sea breeze.
Ganesh Chitle was, this morning, a contented man. His stomach was happily full from the hearty breakfast of kanda pohay, a Maharashtrian snack made from flattened rice and onion shreds, and hot pao bhaji – a bun like bread with a vegetable preparation, which his wife had prepared for him that morning. His other needs had been met by his wife only the night before, in a sensuous coupling of bodies that still sent him to heaven even after twelve years of marriage.
His two small children were bright and healthy – and doing well in school. What more could a man want?
At which point his pleasant reflections were disturbed by the sight of two horizontal figures wrapped up in sheets and lying on two of the stone benches – one bench each. They appeared to be asleep and looked extremely comfortable.
Ganesh Chitle tapped his police stick on the ground. He did not like this. The stone benches on the Marine Drive promenade were meant for sitting on – not sleeping on. The morning walkers and joggers would have every right to complain to him , the nearest policeman – and Ganesh knew from past experience that such complaints, particularly from the elderly, could be quite vocal, shrill and distasteful.
He raised his stick and poked one of the sleeping figures, initially lightly and then slightly more aggressively, until the young man surfaced from his slumber.
“Get up! You can’t sleep on this bench!” Ganesh was curt but not rudely so. He knew what it felt to be homeless…
The young man got to his feet, looking slightly dazed with broken sleep.
“Wake up your friend and take off from here!” ordered Ganesh. “Let me not catch you sleeping here again!”
The young man recovered his senses quickly – and crossed over to the other bench and shook the other young man. “Wake up, Dev! The cops are here…”
Dev immediately woke up. A thin face with a bright smile, the hair on the head completely disheveled, greeted constable Ganesh Chitle. “Good morning, inspector!” greeted the young man called Dev. “Thanks for waking us up! We were oversleeping – we’ll be late for our meetings!’
“Don’t be over smart!” responded Ganesh with irritation. “And its ‘constable’ not ‘inspector'!”
“No matter – you’ll soon be inspector,” said Dev, with remarkable foresight. He scrambled to his feet and began stuffing the sheet he had wrapped around himself, to take protection from the cold night sea breeze, into his cloth bag that was lying next to the bench. His companion did likewise.
“Where are you boys from?” asked Ganesh Chitle. He could make out that two were very young, probably in their early twenties, not more.
“Dehradun,” replied Dev, combing his hair swiftly.
“You guys are very far from home, aren’t you? You’ve come to Mumbai to become film stars?” asked Ganesh knowingly.
Dev pointed at the other young man with his comb. “Sanjeev is the one who aims to make it big in films! I have other ambitions…”
Constable Ganesh Chitle’s eyes twinkled. He quite liked this young man called Dev. “What ambition can be bigger than becoming a film star?”
Dev became quiet. He looked around him. Then he turned and stared northwards – towards Malabar Hills and beyond, his eyes seeming to soar over the towering skyscrapers of Mumbai and reach out to far off places like Juhu and Bandra…
“One day,” said Dev softly – so softly that Ganesh Chitle wondered if had heard right, “this city will be mine…”
Chapter Two (SELF DESTRUCTION)
I t would take a dozen lifetimes for anyone to amass two million followers on twitter – and yet superstar actor, sex god, the highest paid entertainer in Indian history, playboy, alcoholic and drug abuser Abhay Kaushik had managed to achieve this feat in less than six months.
It was six months ago that the meltdown had begun – after Abhay’s much touted big budget science fiction film ‘Merchants of Death’ had bomb