Life in the Maximum city

Whenever I abuse, my always-keeps-a low profile friend says... "hey hey hey, mind your language lady". So what is it with abusing...? When men abuse its considered to be cool and it makes them into “men”, like they werent men before, and with the gender that is kicking their butts in almost every genre possible... aww thats so cheap!
It could be true that certain abusing does make women appear indecent, but where did all the equality of gender thought go... Being non judgemental is such a boon... fellow Men, just grow up!
So what is it about being a good person and a bad person. If drinking and smoking makes people bad, what about the more inner feelings that may wish much worse for people.
So after all, is there a dictionary that specifies these things, or would you just believe and take what you understand of The Bible, Bhagwad Gita or The Kuran.
How opinionated can decisions matter to be ?
If I return to the topic I was supposed to follow.. How bad is it to abuse? Isn’t what you actually do, feel and realize matter more than the mere F word. I would love to know how you feel about it so please do comment.

As for life for women in the city, well, its got its pros, I have been bought up in this city and it makes me what I am. It taught me to "adjust" in any kind of atmosphere and squish in through numerous crowds and still find a place for myself to sit in the overcrowded trains. It made me that independent that if I wake up in an unknown place, I will be able to find my way out and be home safely. It made me that strong that i can find my way out of any obscurity in the easiest way possible. And, ofcourse, it made me that sturdy that I could survive through three years of architectural studies.

Well it does have its cons too. My mother will always be disapproving about me roaming around the city in the middle of the night even if mumbai is rated one of the most safest cities. A place where, all the possible crimes in the world have taken place, some probably known, most unknown. A place where 20% of the population lives on the streets. A place where people come to live their dreams and some lucky few and their children get to sit in a room with the ac on, and type their blogs with no other worries. A place where talks about lying, cheating, breaking up, patching up are heard from every corner of a narrow gali. A place where being egotistical, pretentious, fake makes people “cool”. You feel its no big a deal if you are lying to your parents or breaking someones heart. It makes you that hardhearted.
But as they say, you have to be that bindaas to survive in this maximum city or everything and everyone will take you for granted. You must keep quiet, at times, at the most obvious of wrong acts.. If thats what they call being strong, then it does take some effort and vigor to stand back in the crowd and watch the scene, doesn’t it?

Of course there are a million and more things about this city, every beggar, every taxi driver, every mill worker will have his own story to tell that you wish you could interact with all those people you found interesting and there would be at least one thing about their lives that would be worth narrating to the world. Things that I have felt everyday and always wanted to express but its countless and recollection of almost everyday of my life is a little too much of an exercise so I am going to just leave it to this : You need to see it to believe it. You need to experience it to feel it.