A Survival Guide To Mumbai Trains
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.
City
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.
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Life means more
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…
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Gateway: Home, Beautiful Home
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…
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Running Late
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…
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City | Home & Identity | Poetry | Pop Culture | Roving I
Footprints
I see the footprints of hundreds of busy feet that walked before me.I see history being created….little histories, not major sagas.
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Coup In The Ladies’ Coupe
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…
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Coup In The Ladies’ Coupe On A Mumbai Train
The newspaper tells of a change in the Mumbai train system that brought on the ire of the ladies. And they won the battle.
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Sucker For Sob Stories
She’s generous. Just bring her a great deal of stories. But he knew that already.
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City Of One
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…
