A cosmopolitan city like Mumbai, Dubai, London, New York, San-Francisco and Sydney best understand multi-cultures. Those who live in any cosmo-city witness myriad cultures everyday. Be it on a bus ride, hailing a cab, walking in a park, at a restaurant, work-place, movie theatre etc.
The people in these cities, I think anywhere in the world, experience synchronicity. One of my friends had told me once about his experience in Bombay. He was in Andheri (suburb of Bombay), waiting for an Auto and thinking of his ex-girl friend from Delhi. After waiting for an hour he managed to hail an Auto. The passenger getting out of the Auto was his ex-girl friend. "This was unbelievable, I thought the movies were happening to me." He had no logical explanation to what he just experienced. Synchronicity happened.
Train rides of Bombay, a setting for meeting people from various cultural hues. A Bihari discussing Stock Exchange numbers with a Marathi. A Gujarati sharing his dhokla with a North Indian. A Tam-Bram sharing food with a Muslim. Their respective baggages are nullified by the warm and amiable contact of human beings.
Carl Jung explains it lucidly:
"Anyone who wants to know the human psyche will learn next to nothing from experimental psychology. He would be better advised to abandon exact science, put away his scholar's gown, bid farewell to his study, and wander with human heart throughout the world. There in the horrors of prisons, lunatic asylums and hospitals, in drab suburban pubs, in brothels and gambling-hells, in the salons of the elegant, the Stock Exchanges, socialist meetings, churches, revivalist gatherings and ecstatic sects, through love and hate, through the experience of passion in every form in his own body, he would reap richer stores of knowledge than text-books a foot thick could give him, and he will know how to doctor the sick with a real knowledge of the human soul."
We could call it destiny, fate, kismet. Some events are beyond the realm of human logic and a mind proclaiming to be all cognizant can never decode this one.
P.S. Life continues to delight me. This post has somehow not made too much sense.
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