Who’s Your Daddy?
As much as I complain about autorickshaws, I can’t deny they certainly improve the stuck-in-traffic experience. ‘If ur bad, I am ur dad.’
As much as I complain about autorickshaws, I can’t deny they certainly improve the stuck-in-traffic experience. ‘If ur bad, I am ur dad.’
Please do NOT do the following, for your own safety, sanity and that of other citizens of this city:
I did this one a good while ago actually but I haven’t had a chance to put up a post about it so far. Twitter tells me that there’s an autorickshaw strike in the city today (again? when was the last time these guys did some work?) so here’s one…
I remain a Mumbai train loyalist. Not only is it the fastest way to get from Point A to Point B, it also gives you a slice of real Mumbai life.
I accompanied a friend on a ‘window-shopping’ spree, scouting the city of Mumbai for the perfect place of land that she could call her own.
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.
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…
The newspaper tells of a change in the Mumbai train system that brought on the ire of the ladies. And they won the battle.
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…
We survive. We hurt. We thrive. It’s all in a day’s work on a Mumbai train.