Mumbai is a system that has found its own cycle of existence. A system where young men from all over the country barges in to be the next Shah Rukh Khan. The system is intricately designed so that each individual component fails to understand his role in the whole functioning. The couple facing the sea and sharing their company with a dozen other couples at the Nariman point is as important as the lady staring at the fat man from the ladies compartment in the metro train. The vada paav, the isthiri, the India gate, the taxi metre all parts of the system. But where can one find this invisible system? Just stare at a mumbaikaar for a few seconds or look in the mirror.