Showing posts with label # Mumbai Monsoons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label # Mumbai Monsoons. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 August 2015

Another Tale of a Good Rickshaw Driver.

Rickshaw drivers aren't all that bad. I don't seem to meet any good ones. Not when I need an urgent auto in Andheri but there are some good ones, alright. And here's the story of one of them.

So my boss' wife picked up this cute frilly frock for her friend's 2-year-old. She was just having a look at it in the rickshaw on her way home when it flew out of her hand and onto the highway. The rickshaw driver promptly parked on the side, stepped out in pouring rain, ducking the thick incoming traffic he picked up the dress from the road, dusted it and handed it over to her. She was more than impressed. She was grateful. And she saw finally saw how the heartless city of Mumbai can show a pulse from time to time.

PS:

A rickshaw driver was stabbed in my city a few days back. His fault? He refused to ferry some drunk ruffians and they retaliated by stabbing him. Now I know rickshaw drivers are famous for refusing to ply fares and you and I both have argued with them over this. I can even understand people who can't hold their liquor coming to blows but murder, really? Hope his soul rests in peace and I hope the 5 men behind the crime serve the time.

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Mumbai Is for Marching Men.

Every year, at least once or twice, Mumbai turns into a swimming pool during the rains. It pours so much that life comes to a standstill. Trains stop. Buses don't ply. Entire stretches of roads seem like a meek tributary of the Ganga. And what do Mumbaikars do? They don't sit at home. They don't catch the news and decide to work from home. They actually head out to work. They know there's no way they could get to work in their usual time but they still march on.

And it makes me wonder - is this just the legendary spirit of Mumbai or the crippling obedience of its working class? You see Mumbai is a heartless city. You could make a lot of money here but living here is so expensive that you can't even think of taking it easy. A day off at work means you would be cutting it too close with your budget. A day off means there will be even little to show in your savings or in your kitty. So, people do their best to make it to work. But then you have to wonder, a city that's known for its hustle, a city that's our financial capital - should it be so ruthless?

Why don't employers cut some slack to its employees? Most MNCs don't deduct salaries when such things happen but Mumbai's full of privately owned enterprises whose owners aren't exactly generous. And this ruthlessness is also part of Mumbai's DNA - we have diamond merchants, textile merchants, all sorts of businessmen - all following the credo - work hard, be ruthless and you will make it.

Nothing wrong with it. But is that credo good enough for the 21st century? Look at Bengaluru or Gurgaon. The place where the digital startups - the companies of tomorrow are flourishing. They are more pliable. More for employee satisfaction. They certainly are going to make a lot more money than the traditional enterprises in Mumbai. But Mumbai collectively doesn't take notice. Here, its individuals, will go down the road most taken. Which is work hard, be ruthless, and you will make it. They actually don't see anything wrong with going on an epic watersports adventure just to get to work.

Now if only they would realise that there was another way. That if the rains washed out the perceptive haze which makes them feel that just because Mumbai is our financial capital doesn't mean the city or its people be so heartless. This island city was made on the foundation of ceaseless innovation. Time we saw some more of it.

Sunday, 13 October 2013

There's a Little of Me in Mumbai. There's a Little of Mumbai in Me.

By all means live in Mumbai. Live here for a few years. Hate the rains. Hate the traffic. Hate the Mallus, the Marathis, the Bihairis, the Punjus and the Gujaratis. Start hating the city. Even then you would still stay here. And if you ever do, I will tip my hat to you. Here's to not living in the best city in the world. Here's to living in the only city in the world, I can call home.


Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Taglines for Kurla Tourism.

Think Saki Naka is bad? You ain't seen nothing yet baby. Come to Kurla. Or as they call it hell on earth. Every day I lose minutes of my life stranded in its traffic. Every day I beg rude rickshaw-wallahs to take me to their destination - to actually do the jobs they are supposed to do. Every day my feet make contact with the muck of its potholed roads. So this is my tribute to Kurla. A few pro bono taglines. 


Kurla - Meet Mother Nature's shithole.

Kurla - A pothole on every corner.


Kurla  - Come for the BKC shortcut, stay because of the traffic jam.


Kurla - It's just like Bandra, except for the sea, the babes and the booze.


Kurla - Where none of the fun is.


Kurla - When you crave a slow painful death.


Kurla - Where you will be, when your karma catches up with you.


Kurla - Discover hell on earth.


Kurla - Satan's own country.


Kurla - Puts Andheri East to shame. 

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

View from My Office on a Rainy Day.

I don't always use filters, but when I do, I do just fine. :D

Yes, am adding to the excessive outpour the seasonal downpours receive. But consider the view here. Wouldn't you just want to grab a cuppa coffee, sit by this window and leaf through a well written book? 

Don't the monsoons bring out the romantic/slacker in all of us?