Its the usual rainy season in Mumbai and if it rains it has to pour. What is a nature's fury worth for if it can't paralyse human life into total limbo and despair. With all respects to Goddess Rain, i turn my focus to that ubiquitous bug like black motorcar, often mistaken for an effective means of conveyance between two points in this small city that is made to look large only by sheer traffic snarls and congestion everywhere. Not that this is unique only to this city. That's how our other major cities are designed. Forget all that - afterall Mumbai is the financial capital of the country and contributes to a very large slice of its GDP. It rewards hard work and punishes lethargy. A city to experience in everyone's lifetime.
I had an unfortunate day in life when i had to depend on that black bug for reaching home from the airport. There were atleast a dozen of them, idling around and feigning to be waiting to ferry people to their choicest destinations but none would want to come to a home that was just 4000 metres away. Each had a novel excuse not to allow me inside that crammed mobile box and perhaps it was their prosperity, i wouldn't know, but they didn't like even twice the normal fare for this distance.
I couldn't but recollect those years - the late nineties - when i could simply get into this magic van and tell him my destination and start pretending to be busy reading a newspaper or talking to a never-before-spoken-to school friend. Things have changed. It's a seller's market everywhere. But why is it being called as buoyant consumerism!!
I couldn't but recollect those years - the late nineties - when i could simply get into this magic van and tell him my destination and start pretending to be busy reading a newspaper or talking to a never-before-spoken-to school friend. Things have changed. It's a seller's market everywhere. But why is it being called as buoyant consumerism!!
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