The unknown land of Mumbai…..
The sense of charm is something beautiful women often identify themselves with.Well, pimps and pros also carry the baton with lesser dignity perhaps. Mumbai,on the contrary is neither a pimp nor a female beauty.Still,it has a sense which will even make nonsense look surreal. The long roads,the Bombaiya accent and the expensive fruit juice are not the only pacifiers,one gets to feel in Mumbai. Somehow the sea and the moderate temperature has played its role in creating an equable climate.
However, the political temperatures are less than equable.Rather,the contemporary beef ban with a view of appeasing the state’s auxiliary capital is just an example at how the conscience of a cosmopolitan city seems to drain in the ocean of religious chauvinism. The city which was at once the centre of rivalry between two western powerhubs today is ruled by the same political party.
Socially, however the city of the Tatas and Ambanis have still been able to catch up to the tune of cosmopolitanism and the melody of diversity. The churches and mosques which are frequent to the eye still conjures the idea of India. The city, today is more than a financial and commercial hub. Sripad Amrita Dange, the saturated socialist revitalized the Communist Unit in the pre independence era. However, the city’s love with Marxist theory was short lived.
The Shiv Sainiks ensured the iota of communism disappears from the political firmament. Well,it has been of some use in ensuring reliable growth. The Stalinists of my home state have long been an impediment towards any success-growth story of the Bidhan Chandra Ray clout. As I stroll towards Mahapalika Marg in Mumbai,the awe is not only at the less humid frenzy atmosphere, but towards the ancient city which has given shelter towards the world’s most impotent minorities, the Parsis. JRD Tata is reported to have told Vinod Mehta on the issue of Laloo’s sperm count. “How can he have 7 children! There is something called family planning!”
The city appears to be a little self-centred. The population seems to fight in the race of the rats.The sambar you will find in every type of sabji-dal may arouse mixed response among the residents of the east of the Rajmahal Hill. But,one may feel that you are inadequately qualified to speak of the Bombaiya food before tasting the pav bhajis. Iqbal,a Muslim boy from Assam has been a little more than useful. The 5th floor room which was awarded to us on a heavy concession of 1200 bucks a day is nothing but a reverie for those who wish to sit in the heart of South Mumbai. I,though this time can claim some credit of not engaging in any lafda. The rain many a times may play a spoilsport. Well is Kolkata any less dogmatic towards waterlogging?
But, ultimately it is the city of dreams and dreamers. I can seldom detach myself from the tribe which comes in the City of Gold, to be a part of the gossip world so profound yet least empathetic and compassionate to the definition of career building.