To me, Mumbai has always been about Fashion Street, Flora Fountain, Bade Miyan, Mondegar's, Strand Book Stall, Central Camera, Chimanlal, Vithal Bhelpuri, New Excelsior & Sterling & Regal, Jahangir Art Gallery, Marine Drive....
My first job was that of a restaurant cashier in Oberoi Hotels. In 1990. I used to travel from Dombivli (a distant suburb of Mumbai) to Mumbai CST every afternoon for a night shift. I would walk from the station to Oberoi Hotels - from DN Road, to Regal circle at Colaba and then a right to nariman point and finally to Oberoi. My 2nd shift used to get over by 12.00 am and I used to sprint on the lonely roads - from Oberoi Hotel to Mumbai CST to catch the last train at 12.44 am. And every night when I sprinted, I was scared - of the prostitutes standing in the by-lanes, of drunkards hovering around them and some (invisible) mugger lurking around (mostly in my mind, rather than on the roads). After 21 days of this misery, I gave up. I quit.
I was 21 then.
I am 38 now.
And how times have changed. I no more work in town. My office is 10 minutes away from my apartment. I travel in an a/c car with a driver. But today I was scared to go to my office. Over the past few years, due to the repeated attacks on Mumbai, the concept of fear has drastically changed. Today, I find the prostitutes, the drunkards and the muggers too innocent to scare me. Now I fear for my life or losing my family and friends to mindless terror acts unleashed in Mumbai. And all I can do is to be a silent spectator - like everyone around me. It makes me feel like a loser. And I hate this feeling within me.
1 comment:
Nice post sir.. came across your blog while randomly searching for common interests.. and we have a few.. photography, hindustani classical music..
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