Cityscapes, city sights, urban communities, metropolis life, city dweller identity, focussed on Mumbai with an occasional mention of Delhi, Bangalore and other cities I’ve been in.
Once, during my winter vacations, my grandmother sent me downstairs to buy some vegetables. I knew nothing about veggies of course but her reassuring face hovered above from the balcony as she said she would point out the fresh ones from the rest. So I skipped down the stairs to…
Mumbai trains are a complex experience even for thoroughbred native Mumbaikers. I put together a how-to-survive Mumbai trains guide for anyone venturing in.
24 hours just never seem to be enough in this city, you know? Every minute, every day feels like you’re running just 10 minutes behind. The one bit I really agreed with this otherwise horrific movie on, was the tightly managed shuffle for space and time. There’s a Rahul (Sharman…
Be it ever so dirty, polluted and crowded, there’s no place like amchi Mumbai!!!!!Need I say more? If a picture speaks louder than a thousand words, here’s two thousand then! I forgot that I sometimes detest pink when I saw this…
You know what it’s like to wake up in the morning to a blaring alarm and you wonder what sort of perversion in the human mind permitted the invention of such a torturous experience? Till you remember that you set the alarm. You know what it’s like to bounce out…
I see the footprints of hundreds of busy feet that walked before me.I see history being created….little histories, not major sagas.
The newspaper tells of a change in the Mumbai train system that brought on the ire of the ladies. And they won the battle.
One little corner in the newspaper tells of a tussle between women commuters and the Mumbai railway authorities. Apparently as a part of a new range of services on Mumbai’s Harbour line, the earlier timetable has been altered. The hitherto 9:14 a.m. Vashi-CST local was advanced by one minute. Not…
She’s generous. Just bring her a great deal of stories. But he knew that already.
Wet weather, and cold drops trickle down the back of my neck. And the roads are slippery. Still, I seek refuge. The nasty wet rain says to me, Oops, I missed a spot! in mock-sheepishness. And so you did!! I mock-retort back and supress a smile. There are places even…