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.
Friday evening and I was leaving work. Later than expected, about 3 hours later than I’d have wished. I got into the cab and paused for those brief seconds that are those rare occurances in a Mumbaiker’s day when he or she thinks of absolutely nothing. Then snapping back into…
Rainy days that seem like Mondays in Mumbai. And we are already off to a bad start.
What does it mean to be on the roads of Lalbagh during the city’s most high octane festival and right in the midst of cricket fever?
I was terribly amused by the extra ‘tadka’ that this restaurant adds to its language alongside its food! It probably was very rude to laugh, when I read the top line which read ‘Motter Panir’. Then true to Mumbaiker form, perpetually seeking improvement, the manager instructed the ‘board-writer’ to correct…
Oh yes, everybody, we love the Island City. Not for its glittery Page 3 crowd, not for Bollywood, not for the stock markets and business hubs. We love it because it is a city of survivors, it is the city with a never-say-die attitude. Well, why not? That’s the only…
I sometimes hear people describe Mumbai as a place where people treat each other equally and that this city doesn’t face the societal seggregation that Chennai and even Delhi have. I disagree. This city has its own version of a caste system. It is subtle and isn’t immediately apparent, especially to people who haven’t…
He looks at her from the corner of his eyeThinking she won’t noticeSecretly hoping she willSo secret, he won’t even admit to himself She feels his lookLike sunlight, warm on her cheeksHer eyes stay downcastShielded from his blinding gazeWarmed nevertheless by its intensity Then it starts to rain.
It’s a filthy city, no doubt, strewn with plastic waste. But when you have someone real to walk with you, even a walk through a plastic world can seem romantic. Apparantly romance has nothing to do with beautiful places and comfortable surroundings. Who says Mumbai is not romantic? This is…
We survive. We hurt. We thrive. It’s all in a day’s work on a Mumbai train.
Is ‘attention-seeking’ a bad thing? What about when it is weaponised? And if it’s the only way to get justice? Would you still pursue attention?