Shivaji park, Dadar, 400028

Shivaji Park is a circle in Mumbai (Dadar Area) having a circumference of around 1 km. The circle encloses couple of temples, gyms, well crafted statue of Shivaji and a huge empty space often put to use by civic bodies to test the tolerance levels of nearby shops, clubs, offices, residents.

The residents in the vicinity love the park. They venture out of their homes in the morning and evening to encircle it. The park erupts with joy on beholding its guests and extends utmost hospitality in form of natural serenity. The guests respond appropriately.

Mr Elite, with a stick in his hand, assumes the posture of Maharana Pratap. Dressed in white knickers and skin tight Nike T-shirt, he reveals his six sacks which are curvy enough to put Ms Bipasha Basu to shame. With a firm gesture, he instructs both his doggies to excrete their waste on to the park. They do his bidding. Content with the output, he then frowns upon other men/women in the park suggesting - 'Behold you miserable creatures, how dare you come in my presence. Now since you have come, bow down and start worshipping me'

Mr/Ms Raj_Thackeray_Hates_Me_And_Wants_Me_To_Go_Back is engaged in production of bhel, ice gola, peanut masala etc and Mr/Ms I_Support_Raj_Thackeray_And_Want_You_To_Go_Back is likewise absorned in their consumption. Either of them are gifted with characterestics remarkably similar to Mr Elite's doggies, most prominent being, their skill in dumping the production and consumption waste on to the park

In Mumbai, any public place is incomplete without Mr/Ms Born_to_Spit_Red_Everywhere and Mr/Ms Born_to_Spit_White_Everywhere. They are the unstoppable, highly sophisticated spit machines of the 21st century. The findings of a high profile analyst study had revealed that levying a fine of Rs 10/- per spit would lead to so much generation of Rs 10/- currency notes that mother earth might actually run out of paper.

Mr I_Beg_You_To_Notice_Me and his male partner zoom past in their 1990 BC Yamaha RX000 bike generating 1000 decibels of noise and 40 kmph of speed, every 10 minutes. They are closely followed by young Mr Dad_Earns_I_Burn and his gang in a fully loaded Scorpio exhaling 10,000 decibels of a chartbuster song. Ms I_think_I_am_Ultra_Beautiful is not interested and maintains her fervent pace slackening it only for any probable Mr.Developed_Country_Returned_Eg_US_But_Going_Back_Again_To_Settle.

Indifferent from all is a minority crowd comprising of health freaks, philosphers and kids. Health freaks are jogging, Philosphers are sauntering, kids are playing and oh . . i nearly forgot about mamu, in charge of protecting the innocent . . he is dozing.