Much has been said about the dehumanizing quality of this city.
Maybe it’s a way of life here.
Like some kind of a basic survival instinct.
When you know that you can be just 60 seconds away from mortality the moment you step out of the house yet you can’t do anything about it, because that’s the way it is here, you kind of understand why the city demands that you hide your fear and helplessness behind a garb of the now-famous ‘Spirit of Mumbai’.
‘Resilience’ and ‘moving forward’ seem to have become the other names of ‘Denial’ in this city today.
When it rains at 10 in the night and you are stuck in the insane traffic and all you hear around you is panic, chaos, ambulance sirens and screams rending the air and your mind has blanked out and insides have gone numb, your friend turns around, smiles and says ‘Welcome to Mumbai’.
Deal with it. Or bugger off.
You are scary, incomprehensible. I may have begun to slowly understand you but I am not sure just how much of that so-called ‘spirit’ of yours I can imbibe.
We did not deserve to live like this. We just didn’t.