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It was in December 1992, after completing Diploma in Indusrial Electronics Engineering, I traveled to Mumbai first time. At that time, my name 'Shriram' used to appear in Newspapers. The news were in my name 'Shriram'. 

 I was just 18 and didn't find a companion to travel by Bus. So, I traveled with my Uncle Mr. Patil, by his Tata lorry. 

 We left from our native place - Goa at 8 O' Clock in the morning. The days were of winter, and the weather was very cold. The roads to Mumbai were two lane, and New Mumbai was yet to be developed. Our lorry was carrying a full load of Manganese.

 We reached halfway to Mumbai at mid night. We took halt at 12 night, and started journey at 1 O' Clock. In the midway, Uncle Patil said "See how Sardarjis will come face to face by their Lorries." 

 

And the 'FaceOff' happened soon. The road was wide and clear. There was no much traffic on the road. Our Sardarjis came one by one with their lorries, bringing their lorry face in front of our lorry face. They went by within fraction of a second. It was a cool and thrilling 'InterFaceOff' with us.

 We reached another uncle's place in Malvani-Malad, at 5 O' Clock in the next evening, by taking halt for delivery of load. When we left Malvani, there was a start of a riot in Mumbai, beginning from Malvani. Again my name 'Shriram' started appearing in Newspapers.

 I stayed with my Aunt, and her family, in Bank colony. There, I came across some books on Sir J.R.D.Tata.

My days were going by smoothly, with movies-music-friends. The other side of Mumbai was facing days of the riot.

There was harming and killing of people going on. The bombs were being carried using tricks. Curfew was being ordered.

One day there was severe riot started in Amboli-Andheri, area adjoining my Aunt's colony. Ambulances were making trips for full day.

There was one innocent family in our colony, to whom, one mob could have attempted killing. My cousin brother realized that, and guarded them by taking his colleauges' and friends' help.

 Then I got a job of Customer Support Engineer in a Company office. The riot was going on for days. After working for some days, 

I had to return to Goa in January 1993. My cousin brother gifted me a pair of nice sports shoes while returning. 

 I started my return journey by luxury bus. On the bus, I met one blue-eyed pleasant personality, in the adjacent seat.

I asked him "From which country you are?" He replied "Germany". 

 Later in July 1993, in my birthday season, I joined another company in Goa. Till now I am working continuously in one company.

 Now I am planning to travel to my place of origin, Kolkata, place of Samantas.