Mumbai, as you would be aware from numerous Bollywood films is a city with strange sparkle. The incessant traffic, the crowds in pursuit, the prices definitely under a lunar mission, the frivolous rich well balanced by the pot hunters, portray the exuberance and enthusiasm that life can ever be.
Travelling in a Mumbai local, the acclaimed life line or the BEST buses, i am yet to figure out the best feature; can be an enlightening experience, more so if you are careless. Wisdom alights on your shoulders doing away with the traditional Peepal and the Apple trees, as your feet grope for a standing space making you understand why our forefathers insisted on standing on our own feet. The agents of transport are a chemist’s pride for nowhere else in this animated world do you find hexagonal close packing implemented with such remarkable ease by people who are willing to take upon the burden with an indifference as extolled by the Gita. It strikes you with an understanding that nothing can be BEST than bringing the citizens together for this demonstration of national integrity.
An add-on that you would surely not miss out is the balancing act integrated into this locomotion means- a gym and a spa! The process starts immediately after you board, unless you wish to voluntarily wait for the next BEST bus or the local. Mind you it is a mandatory service offered without any hidden costs in the fare. The present description with the preferred embodiments can be well understood by people sufficiently skilled and experienced in the art.
I wonder at the man hours lost in this adventurous travelling and the carbon credits at stake but nothing seems to deter the mumbaikar spirit, it soars with suppression.
If you wonder at the singularity of content in this broad claimed title, you are not alone. My writing is only as monotonous as my experience. With a desire to taste the many flavours of this wonderful city and a promise to dish out the unique flavours before the monsoon, let this chef sign off.
