Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Aamchi Mumbai? Really?


Bombay. The city of dreams. Or as they say.

I am from a small town called Firozpur, lying on the borders of India and Pakistan in the state of Punjab. My life has been spent as a nomad, travelling from city to city for a near regular interval of 3 years, owing to the fact that my father was an officer in the Indian Army. I consider myself to be a purely metro guy, spending my adolescence in the beautiful city of Pune. Delhi was always a mystery to me. Friends told me it was the place to be. The aura around it proved too strong to resist, as destiny( or whatever that is) forced me to spend my college life here( I am not complaining! ). I never thought I could have an aversion for any city, since I truly believe that the World is my Country, and Science is my Religion. That was the case until I landed in the city of Mumbai( Or Bombay as the hippies called it) in January 2009 for some purely academic work.

The negatives were overwhelming. Over the years, I gave the city more chances, but mostly I got only disappointment in return.

The weather. It really sucks. Sweating in the winter months of January isnt something you would love. You go around the city covered in sweat and I have to tell you it will get worse. Every Mumbaikar I talked to would say that they get used to it. Well, you would, wouldn't you? After all, if your livelihood depends on this soon-to-be-swamp city. NGC claims that the city would have had drowned by 2050. What do you expect from a city which takes in from the Arabian Sea and throws it back there.

The people. They say the people live in the true spirit of the city. Not meddling into anyone's affairs. Live and Let Live. I say they just don't give a damn. I haven't found ruder people than some folks here in the city. And I must say, even though Delhi isn't considered safe for women, it is definitely a helpful city. The traffic is everywhere. No-one has time for anyone else. For a person like me who likes to travel, this city presents a great deal of challenges. And today as I write this article, I realise I don't have the energy to fulfil them.


As of this day, this city has given me the biggest blow of my life. It has transformed the very people I love. Or I loved. Sometimes in the spirit of your morals and ideologies, you feel that changing the city doesnt mean changing the person. But it does NOT apply here. This city gives you that freedom that you wouldnt get anywhere else. But at the same time, it would take away the very people you thought you knew so well. This is the very reason why I probably get very negative vibes from Mumbai whenever I come here. I sometimes think back into the abyss that has been created, because of what circumstances brought upon me. But then, life goes on. It takes a long time. But it does go on.

Marine Drive and IIT Bombay are some of the best attractions of the city.. Marine Drive gives you the feeling of a free bird just waiting to soar in the sky. But I fear it takes away your true identity, and replaces it with the transient personality, analogous to the waves thrashing Marine Drive's rocks- old waves going, new waves coming. And the cycle goes on.


IIT is the place to be. Academic excellence, research-orientation- something that a physicist like me would thoroughly enjoy. The people make it better. They have ambitions, they have dreams. Not to be stopped by petty obstacles on the way. IITB has a way of living that probably doesnt exist in the entire city.

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But are these reasons enough for me to stop this near-pessimistic article? I wonder whether the list will ever be exhaustive. Except the shores of the city and the academia, I doubt ill ever turn back to the Financial capital. Atleast I will try not to.

My friends tell me to give the city another chance. A few people or a few incidents do not define a city. But what would you do with an agglomeration of 50 million people, and particularly the few special ones who meant the world to you, when they give you the cold shoulder? As I write this on my way back to Delhi in an Air India plane, I firmly believe that my metropolitan views have very vividly been shaken.

I shall not miss this place. Only the people.